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“Get up, bitch.”
“Please…please…”
“Please, what?” I shout as I plant my foot in her stomach. “Did I beg? Did I ask you to stop?”
I straddle her and let loose on her face. I feel her teeth digging into my fists, but it’s worth it. By the time Gage pulls me off her, all I can see of her face is blood. I’m reminded of that night with Mr. Glenn when I had to stop Gage from killing him. He won’t stop me, though. As soon as he releases me, I grab his Glock out of his waist, rack the slide, and put a bullet between her eyes.
I collapse against him when he moves behind me and takes the gun from my fingers. It’s over. It’s finally over. I turn in his arms and press my face to his chest. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.
“It’s okay, Raven. I got you.”
He walks me out of the room and back upstairs, where the other guys are waiting. Crow taps Ron and Booker and they follow him downstairs, no doubt to clean up my mess. The woman I just murdered. I killed someone and I feel…nothing. No remorse. Yes, it was payback, but shouldn’t I feelsomething?
“Let’s go home,” Gage whispers.
I nod and climb on the back of his bike. When we get back to the clubhouse, I head straight to the bathroom and clean up my knuckles. Gage walks in as I’m finishing up and backs me up against the sink.
“When did you get so badass?”
“I learned from the best,” I answer, sliding my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Gage. You saved me. Again. How did you find me anyway?”
He takes my wrist, fingering the blue bead on my bracelet. “GPS tracker.”
What the hell?He put a tracker in my bracelet? A part of me wants to be angry but then, if he hadn’t, who knows what would have happened to me?
“You’re like my personal Superman.”
He slides his fingers through my hair with one hand, while the other strokes my cheek. The way he’s looking at me…it’s different somehow. It’s softer, no base, animalistic hunger. It’s…the way I’ve wanted him to look at me, like I’m the most precious thing in his life.
“And you’re my Kryptonite.”
Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, moaning when I part them. The hand in my hair slides down my cheek, shoulder, and sternum to massage my breast. He doesn’t linger. Popping the button on my shorts, he slips his hand inside and beneath my panties. As he finds my clit, I moan into his mouth. Pretty soon, clothes start flying everywhere. He breaks away just long enough to turn the shower on and pull me inside. After positioning me under the spray of the shower, he watches as the water runs down my body. I lick my lips as he grabs his hard dick and starts stroking. He steps closer, sliding his dick between my lips then pressing it down on my clit.
“Gage…”
He moves faster, circling my clit with the head of his dick. I grab his shoulders, barely able to keep standing.
“Please. I need you.”
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me off the floor. As soon as he slides inside me, I wrap my legs around him. I clench my muscles, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. He groans, digging his fingers into my hips.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Why?”
I pull back, meeting his confused stare with one of my own. “Why not? You’re Prince Charming.”
“Ellen told me once I could be your Prince Charming. I haven’t been and I’ll never be.”
“You’ve been looking out for me basically since the day we met. You were there for me when I had no one else…helped me through the most difficult period in my life so far. You’re everything I could ever want. No, you don’t subscribe to the fairy tale version. That doesn’t mean you aren’t someone’s interpretation of him. Every woman has her own ideas of who or what he is for her. You…you’re mine. You’remyPrince Charming.”
He grabs the back of my head and smashes my lips into his. I begin to move, sliding up and down on his erection.
“Fuck, Raven!” He slams the side of his fist into the wall.
I move faster, bouncing on his dick, taking my pleasure from him. He relinquishes control, staring into my eyes as our slick bodies slide against each other. My breathing is ragged and my heart is thumping in my chest, ready to burst free. That’s when I make the decision. It may be impetuous, but I don’t care.
“Do it, Gage. Put a baby in me.”
