Page 25 of Rogue’s Vow

My crew and Bolt and his crew from Tijuana, they fucking came through. There’s not a Scorpion left standing as we walk out the front door with the ladies. Bolt revs his engine ready to ride as I get close. “Thanks for all the help. We appreciate it. Get out on the freeway, out on the highway cams as fast as you can because things are about to go down that you and your crew don’t need to be a part of. You were here to meet up with an old friend if anyone asks, you have no idea what went down after you left.”

Bolt nods but he knows exactly what Sear, our cleaner, is about to do. “We’ll get on the road. You ever need us again, you fucking call. And don’t forget you owe me that beer.”

The Scorpions are going to feel the heat of the Royal Bastards revenge because when someone messes with one of our own, they don’t live to see another day. No matter if it was the Tucson, Arizona Scorpions or those they brought in to help and play in this battle they were never going to win.

These fuckers had a chance to walk out of here alive before they disrespected my Angel and her sister. Stripping them down and exposing them, these fuckers aren’t getting out of here alive. And I’m going to make damn sure of that. The minute my whole crew is out of the house, I give the order. “Light ‘em up boys.”

27

ANGEL

Rogue tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me inside and up the stairs, taking them one by one seemingly in no hurry as my heart beats so hard it feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. The way he looked at those men, the way he protected me before giving the command to end them and then getting me out of there before his cleaner and his crew went to work obeying his command.

But now, I deal with the consequences of my actions as he kicks the bedroom door behind him, sealing it closed and walking with me to the shower. He turns on the spray making sure it’s warm before he undresses and then undresses me, slowly running his fingers and hands over every single inch of my body, down my collarbone, breasts, cupping each one, and over my belly, thighs and below. “Anyone touch you, Angel?” he asks as he slowly kisses his way up and takes my hands.

I shake my head. “You got there in time.”

His eyes darken, examining my wrists where the chains cut in. “I caused some of that trying to get out,” I whisper.

Rogue kisses each wrist and runs a gentle finger over my neck. “You were so brave, baby. I don’t think this will scar,” he says before kissing that too.

He walks me beneath the warmth of the water and turns me around to examine every single inch of my skin on the backside of my body, making me shiver even though the water from the shower keeps me warm.

When he’s convinced I’m not hurt, he washes every inch of my body, massaging my scalp before putting conditioner into my hair and rinsing it before washing himself. I place my hand against his, taking the smooth cloth, rubbing in circles, as I watch his eyes. “Let me wash you now.”

Rogue groans as I soap him from head to toe and finally reach his cock. It’s rock hard, ready and I want it inside of me more than anything. After only a few moments he places a hand over mine, steadying my movement. “Enough, baby.”

He rinses off and steps out, drying me off and then himself before picking me up and carrying me to bed. Rogue joins me, lying over the top of me, caging me, the warmth of his breath blowing over the sensitive flesh of my skin.

Rogue leans down, holding himself on his elbows only to keep the weight of his body from crushing me. “What did I tell you, baby? That me and the boys would take care of the Scorpions, but yet I find you in the middle of their lair. What were you thinking, Angel?”

I inhale a deep breath as he reaches up and locks first one wrist and then the other in silver cuffs that aren’t the soft fuzzy kind that women buy for themselves and their men in the little sex shops all over town. The metal bites into my skin and digs in deeper as I move. “I’m going to give you another experience with cuffs that’s going to be so good you’ll never think of those other cuffs again.”

My hips raise with urgency, my center already hot and wet.

“Stay still,” he growls, kissing my neck, sliding his lips down the sensitive flesh and over my collarbone before caressing my breasts. I suck in a deep breath overwhelmed with the night, all that has happened and all that is happening right now.

“Rogue.”

His tongue traces my nipple and draws it in, causing a deep ache far in my center, a throbbing need to climax, to find a release with this man who drives me crazy, infuriates the hell out of me one minute but then takes me flying over the edge with him every time we’re together. “Rogue?”

His head barely lifts, watching me his eyes hazed over with the same desire that has me arching in his hands. “Yeah, baby?”

Everything I was going to say, thought was important to say just a few minutes ago leaves me because the reality is that this man makes me feel more important to him than anyone in the world other than my sister ever has. He wants to protect me, provide for me and isn’t willing to let anyone, even me, get in the way of keeping me safe.

And these cuffs, having him in control, on top, dominating, and in charge if I’m being honest with myself, it makes me want him even more, makes the cream drip as he rubs his cock against that sensitive nub. “Ready, Angel?”

Just like that he’s changing the dynamics of those cuffs into something that I want, replacing that fucking memory in the basement, wiping it right out of my mind with something loving, wild and free.

I lift my hips, so ready, so needy, wanting to feel him all the way, deep down in my center, where that climbing ache is pulsing and ready and when he thrusts, he slides all the way in, deep, hitting that bullseye time and time again until I’m thrashing against him and his cuffs as one release after another drive me into a frenzy while I cry out his name.

He releases the handcuffs and draws me into his arms, curling me against his chest as our breathing begins to calm. He kisses my forehead. “You scared me to death. What were you thinking, Angel? I need you to promise me that you’ll never take off again. I’ve never had a hard limit in my life, but I swear to god if you do that again, I may not survive. You leaving me, without my protection, heading into danger, that’s my fucking hard limit, got it?”

I stroke his face, kissing the lips of the man who time after time has proven to be my protector against everyone who wanted him to give me up, even at one time his crew. “Never again. I promise. I just had to get my sister back. She didn’t have anyone else, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Next time, you trust me to do what needs to be done, got it?”

My heart expands with love for this man because after what he’s done for me, protecting me time and time again, I know that I can trust him not only with my heart but our very lives. “Do you think Ari can stay with us for a while? She hasn’t yet told me what happened after she ran and the Scorpions took her back, but I’m worried about her.”