Page 8 of Wicked Oath

“Mhmm,” Talon remarks as we pull out of the driveway. He is watching me look out of the window; I can feel his gaze burning into me.

“What’s your name?” the passenger asks.

“Delaney,” I whisper, looking down at my hands instead of the window.

“Well, I am Rogue. He’s Viper,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Is it though?” I ask, looking up at him. Rogue grins at me and it relaxes me a bit.

“Rogue,” Talon growls.

“Relax, boss. I’d rather fuck a barbed wire fence than come between you and your woman,” Rogue remarks, studying my reaction. “She’s an emo little thing, though.”

“Something on your mind, Laney?” Talon asks me simply.

“Uhm…”

“Spit it out.”

“I just don’t understand what’s happening,” I finally say.

“What’s happening is that you are coming home with me. In the morning, you and I are going to get married,” he says seriously. I snap my head to him and his expression is unreadable.

“You’re joking,” I deadpan.

“Do I look like the type of man who jokes?” he asks simply.

“No,” I admit.

“You’re mine now, Delaney,” he says as he gently grabs the back of my neck and pulls me over closer. “Forever.”

He shocks me by pressing his lips to mine for a kiss. I unwillingly melt on the spot and relax. He and the others laugh when he pulls away. “Why?” I ask.

“Why did you warn me?”

“I didn’t think you deserved to die because they are trash,” I say.

“Die?” Viper asks.

“Yeah,” I say slowly.

“Has he fucked you recently?” Talon demands as he pushes me back to lie on the seat.

“Uh… No. He hasn’t touched me like that in almost two weeks.” I reply, confused when he pulls my panties off, leaving me in just Logan’s shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting my property. Now, explain.”

I watch this man grip onto my ass and bury his face between my thighs. “Oh, Dear God,” I gasp when his tongue flicks across my clit. “Uhm… They were going to have y-you arrested and… and… fuck, I can’t think.” I hold onto the seat.

“Keep going.” As he speaks the words, his breathing crashes against my pussy, wrinkling my eyebrows with sweet torture. I’ve never wanted anything so bad. His gaze meets mine before diving back into my pussy. I press my palms to my forehead and take a deep breath and try to focus. Instead of thinking, I just word vomit before I lose focus again.

“They were getting some cops to arrest you. They were going to shoot you and say you had a weapon… FUCK!” I moan and bite my bottom lip. It feels so good. “So… so they could take the shares of the company… Your mom has life insurance on you… And uh… uh… oh fuck. A will. They were trying to take everything.”

Talon growls against my pussy and pulls my ass off the seat a few inches before he starts sucking on my clit. He is so aggressive that it forces an orgasm out of me in seconds. He doesn’t stop and I try to push his head away. “Wait… Oh God, please not again. Fuck. Too good. I can’t.” I’m hyperventilating as my body squirms against his mouth, craving the stimulation. “Talon,” I whimper, begging for him to stop. It’s bad enough that I already came in front of these men. “Please. I can’t—“ My breathing is out of control. Fuck, I can’t stop it. I’m so close. “I can’t—” I keep repeating those two words not sure whom I’m trying to convince, them or myself.

Another orgasm shakes through me, and I am suddenly holding onto his hair and rocking my hips. My pleasure blends with another orgasm before he lets me lay back on the seat. I cover my face with my hands and a sudden wave of emotion hits me and I am desperately holding back tears. They are all silent as I sniffle and hiccup, trying not to sob. Logan fucking hated when I cried.

I scream and flinch away from Talon when he shifts and leans toward me. This puts me in the fetal position with my back to him, wanting to just protect my face. Those are the hardest bruises to cover. I have a horrific black eye but now that the swelling is gone, makeup covers it well.

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