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I freeze, my body completely going numb as he grins and grabs my pussy through my jeans. “Yes, I know all about the interview and the man you killed. Now, you better be a good slut and get on your knees and suck my dick, or I’ll telleveryone.”
I go to protest, to fight him off, when he’s suddenly ripped away from me. Rogan steps in front of me, his hands balled into fists as he faces off with Donny. “Don’t ever touch her again,” he orders, his voice low and deadly, carefully enunciating each word.
Controlled.
Donny spits at him and laughs, wiping his face and looking over his shoulder at me. “Fucking the rich guys for protection? I told you if you wanted safety, all you had to do was—” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
Rogan slams his fist into Donny’s face, sending Donny to the floor, but he doesn’t stay down for long. He jumps to his feet, his nose bleeding and lips tipped in a snarl. “You’ll regret that, you rich bastard. I’ll fuck her over your corpse.” He pulls a knife from his side, making me gasp, but Rogan doesn’t even flinch.
Donny swipes at him, and with a chuckle, Rogan ducks and weaves, as and when Donny stabs out again, Rogan slams his elbow into the man’s arm and then knocks the blade free, sending it tumbling across the floor and leaving Donny unarmed.
I watch, open-mouthed, as Rogan beats the shit out of him with strong, precise moves. Rogan’s fist goes to his face again, and his knee into Donny’s ribs, before he ducks an oncoming slow punch and slams his own into each knee, forcing Donny to the floor. He moves like water, smooth, controlled, and fast. Donny is clumsy compared to him, and it’s over in an instant. He’s on his knees, and Rogan grabs his arm as Donny spits and spews threats at him.
“You touched her with this hand,” Rogan growls, and then in one smooth action, he snaps his wrist before grabbing it again. Donny makes a noise between a scream and a snort as he slumps to the floor, but Rogan doesn’t release him. No, he grabs his broken wrist, grinding the bones together before wrapping his hand around a finger. “I’m going to break every single one for daring to lay a hand on my girl, and you will pass out before I’m finished. It will be excruciating, and they will never heal right, so every time you look at them you will remember to never touch what isn’t yours. Isn’t that right?” he warns, using a deadly tone that has me shivering, but not in fear…in lust.
Seeing all that power and all that danger unleashed on my behalf to protect me, to claim me, has my pussy wet as hell, not to mention the bloodshed. That dirty, dark part of me that liked killing that man raises its head, peering through my eyes as I stare at the man I thought I knew. Yet here he is, fighting like a fucking animal. A precise, deadly animal, all while claiming me as his, and yeah, right in this moment, I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much.
I don’t want him, Ineedhim.
I need to feel that raw power as he pummels into my pussy, to feel his blood soaked hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me and loses control like this for me, in me.
Rogan’s eyes roll up and lock on me, and then with one swift move, he breaks his thumb. Donny screams, the sound causing me to lick my lips, and Rogan smirks as he moves on to the next. He breaks each and every finger like he promised, and Donny passes out. Rogan drops him onto his face. Standing, he tugs his blazer back into place and winks at me.
“Time to take out the trash,” he comments, his chest heaving and body vibrating with danger. He leans down, grabs Donny, and picks him up. Carrying him to the door, which he kicks open, Rogan storms outside, leaving me staring after him as I wonder what the hell just happened.
I’m still plastered against the wall, heart hammering, pussy wet, and lips open as he marches back into the trailer. He watches me as he purposely turns the lock and stops in the middle of the room. Those whiskey eyes run down my body before meeting my gaze again. The flecks of blood on his cheek elicits a gasp from me, and his lips tip up slightly.
“Strip. Now,” he demands.
