Page 62 of Reckless Vengeance

“I’m not kidnapping her, I’m taking you both home. If I wanted ransom money or something, I’d have already snatched up one of you rich pricks,” he scoffed, putting me on my feet and pressing me against the car, his thigh hard between my legs to stop me escaping. “Princess, make this easier for me. Hunter will murder me if something happens to you here. Let me take you guys home.”

“We drove ourselves,” Tyler bit out, grabbing my arm and pushing Marco back. “I’ll take her home.”

“That’s more like it, fight me a little. You’ve just been letting me manhandle your girl? What kind of man are you?” Marco scoffed, moving back from me as Tyler dove at him.

I sighed, unbuckling the straps on my heels as I watched them fight, the other Devil moving to stand beside me with a frown.

“Why does he give a shit about what happens to you?” he muttered, more to himself than to me, but I shrugged.

“Beats me. I’m Rory.”

“I know.” He paused for a second before glancing at me. “Faris.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said dryly, eyeing Tyler. “Punch him in the kidney, babe!”

“You know Marco’s only playing, right? If he wanted, he would have killed the kid by now,” Faris said slowly as if I was stupid.

“I’m aware. A fighter knows a fighter, and I can tell he’s holding back,” I answered, holding my heels in my hand and crossing my arms.

“You’re not worried?”

“If he kills my boyfriend, I’ll gut him like a pig,” I smiled sweetly, but Marco finally stepped back with a laugh, ending the fight.

“Damn, rich dudes know how to throw hands.”

“Of course they do. Rich boys get bored with all that money and like to make things interesting,” I joked, moving towards them and grabbing my knife that Tyler had dropped.

Tyler was panting as he wiped blood from his knuckles onto his pants, glaring at Marco.

“You think this is a game or something?”

“Your girl hits harder than you, you fucking piss ant. Get in the car and leave if you’re going to,” Marco drawled, and I grabbed Tyler to drag him towards the car. “That’s what I thought. Oh, and you’re a passenger princess for her too. No surprise there.”

“I like being a passenger princess!” Tyler snapped as he shut himself in the car with the slam of the door.

“I don’t know how you date weak men. If you ever want a real man, you know where to find me,” Marco sighed as he looked at me, his eyes on my legs. He always seemed to like my legs.

“Women got equality but are still expected to have a man save them like they’re damsels? Typical,” I scoffed, walking towards him and patting his chest. “I don’t need anyone for anything.”

“No? Bet you come harder with company than your hand.”

“You make my pussy dry up.”

“Sounds serious. Want me to check it for you? I have an easy fix for dry pussy.”

“Me too. Walking the opposite direction to you usually does it,” I smiled, his hand going to my hair to yank my head back.

“You ever been tied up and a vibrator strapped to your clit?” he murmured, stepping against me with a smirk. “Come so many times you’re just lying in a puddle of your own mess?”

“You need a vibrator to get me off? Huh, Skeet doesn’t. You’d know that though, right? If you were fucking him, you know he’s talented.”

“You can try to hurt my ego all you like, but vibrators are my teammates, Donovan. I know how Skeet plays in the bedroom, but what makes you think he was the alpha? I made him my little bitch. He was nothing more than the hole I stuffed with cum,” he chuckled, startling me as he leaned down and bit my earlobe sharply. “I guess you two have a lot to talk about when you get home. Ask him how my cock tastes. Unless you want to find out for yourself?”

“I’ll cut you again,” I warned, making him laugh as he released me.

“Don’t tease me. You know I like a little knife play if I was with Skeet. He probably thinks of me every time he cuts you.”

“You’re a dick.”