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“What’s going to happen to me?” I blurt.
Rogan looks up and tilts his head as if my question was confusing. “Hellcat, recite to me what I told you after I bent you over the couch and fucked you in that trailer of yours,” he demands.
In spite of my fear, my nipples tighten and my pussy clamps as memories of that day race through my head. Images of that gorgeous man pounding Donny’s face into a pulp then sinking his cock into me has my breath catching.
I feel my cheeks heat, and Rogan’s lips twitch. His whiskey eyes connect with mine, and he drops the item he’s holding into the box and starts to move around the desk like a lion on the hunt. Fuck, Rogan is a piece of art. He’s so well put together and beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him. As he prowls toward me, he rolls up the sleeves on his white dress shirt, revealing the corded muscle on his forearms. Leather bands surround his wrists, providing a stark contrast to the businessman persona he gives off.
I know better. I’ve seen the intimate side of him, the other half to his intelligence. I’ve given myself over to this calculating hunter and let him have his way with me. He’s so much more than just intellect. He’s passionate and artistic and—
“Rory? Come back to me.”
I blink and find Rogan right in front of me. He cups my face in his hands and runs his thumbs along my cheeks, and I almost purr at the feeling.
“Do you remember, or do I need to remind you?” When I stare at him with a blank expression, he laughs and leans down to plant a kiss on my lips. I’m so startled by the action that I don’t even kiss him back. “I told you that day you’re mine to protect now, Rory, and I meant it.”
At his proclamation, my eyes mist, and though I try to swallow them down, tears drip from my eyes. Rogan wipes them away as I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging his face down to mine. Our lips crash in a smoldering kiss. The kind of kiss that’s euphoric and filled with emotion. Our tongues tangle, and a deep moan rumbles from his throat as his hands slide down my back to cup my ass.
I pour my fear, my terror, and my elation into this kiss to let him know how much I appreciate him, how I’m so thankful he’s helping me now when I need it the most.
I sense his passion and desire, his need for me as his hand slides up my back and his fingers encircle my neck like a collar, locking me in place. He reduces the ferocious kiss to a languid pace, causing my desire for him to explode.
He pulls away and smiles down at me, his eyes sparkling with an emotion I never thought I’d see directed at me from a man like him.
Rogan pulls me into his chest and holds me tight, as if he knows that’s exactly what I need. Just to be held in the arms of someone so powerful and strong, knowing I’m protected… There are no words for the peace it brings me. I’m strong, I’m a survivor, a fighter, but sometimes even the strongest need to be weak.
“I told you then, Hellcat,” he purrs as he strokes my hair, “now that I’ve got you, I’m not letting go. Even if you tried to leave, I wouldn’t allow it. None of us would. You’re mine. Ours. And we’d do anything to protect you, even risk our own lives if it was necessary. You belong to the Dixens, Ms. O’Brien, and no one fucks with something that belongs to us and gets away with it. No one.”
Rogan grasps my shoulders and takes a step back, then he grips my chin and tilts my head up, forcing our eyes to meet. Our gazes connect, the electricity almost palpable in the air. “But I must warn you, Hellcat, the next time you lie to us, there will be consequences for your actions.” His hand slides up my jaw to cradle the back of my head, and he brushes my hair off my shoulder. His breath tickles my ear as he leans down and whispers, “Don’t force my hand, unless you want to be punished.”
He lets me go and strides back around the desk as if I wasn’t still standing here more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
Spinning abruptly, I walk back to my office completely stunned.
What the fuck just happened?
