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She’s obviously been spending far too much time with Rogue lately.
“You’re mine, Maddy Summers.” I take her throat in my hand again and force her to look back at me.
“Prove it, VP.” She dares me, the sparks back in her eyes now, because she knows exactly what we both need.
But this time, it ain’t enough. I came too close to losing her, and I won’t ever let that happen again.
“Okay, I’ll prove it.” I stare at her beautiful face and watch for her reaction as I release the words.
“Marry me?”
“What?” She giggles back at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Marry me?” I repeat the question.
“I thought you didn’t believe in all that.” She looks back at me confused, trying to tame the elated smile creeping onto her lips.
“I believe in committing myself to you for the rest of my life. I want more than this, Mads. I want everything.”
“You really wanna do this?” she checks, looking as if she’ll burst with excitement.
“Marry me?” I ask her for the third fuckin’ time, not realizing how important the answer was until she nods her head back at me, and happy tears drown out the ones already resting in her eyes.
“Say it then. Tell me you’re mine.” I free myself from my jeans and force my girl’s ass closer to the edge of the desk she’s resting on.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. And I’m yours. Now and always.” She smiles back at me, her hips shifting to seek me out.
I thrust inside her unforgivingly, and Maddy cries out in that same mystical way she always does when I take her roughly. Sometimes I wonder if she prefers this to when I’m gentle with her.
“This is gonna be quick, darlin’, and when we get home, I’m gonna make up for all the time I’ve wasted being a dick.” I notice the bloody prints my fingers have left on her skin. We’re slipping into Rogue and Grimm kind of territory with this shit, but it’s been so long that I don’t care.
The only thing that’s gonna come close to calming me down is my woman, clinging to my cock like her life depends on it.
So with her hands still tied behind her back and the piece of shit who thought he could take what was mine soaking the plush carpet with his blood. I fuck the soul out of the woman that I swear will be responsible for the death of me.
Grace is crying, Shaniya is still rocking and whispering some kind of mantra under her breath, and Rogue stares at one of the guards like she’s about to pounce.
I look across at Clara. She's been bound too, and that’s when I notice something move past the window outside.
It’s so quick that I can’t make out what it is. But it gives me hope, and I make sure none of the guards are looking before checking over my shoulder at the doors that lead onto the patio outside.
No guard is covering them, and I sit and wait, praying something will happen.
The sound of glass shattering confirms my hope, and as all the guards turn their attention to the back door, I know things are about to get bloody.
Screwy storms through the door first. His dark, heavy eyes focus only on mine as he marches toward me. One of the guards moves to block him, and Screwy lifts the gun in his hand and shoots him straight in the face without checking his aim. Blood sprays the ceiling and floor, but Screwy keeps moving forward until he’s reached me. He stands in front of me, his face splattered with blood and his huge hand reaching down to pull me to my feet. Chaos descends around us. The sound of bullets and dying men echoes around the room. But we somehow manage to block it all out.
“I should never have taken you back,” Screwy tells me, shocking me when he pulls me up and onto his mouth. Having his lips reunited with mine creates a steady calm that flows through me, despite the mayhem around us.
“Did anyone touch you?” he pulls away to ask, looking angry and concerned all at once.
“Not like that… Maddy stopped him before he could,” I explain, suddenly thrown back to reality and quickly searching around the room for my trainer.
I spot him, racing for the door that leads back into the hallway. Screwy follows my line of vision, and we both watch as Squealer steps in front of the doors to block him.
“Untie her!” Screwy looks over at Storm before rushing over to join his brother. I take in the scene around me. Brax wriggles the blade of his dagger free from one of the guard’s chest, keeping it in his hand as he moves over to where Grace’s sitting. I watch her shoulders sag with relief as he approaches her, yet he greets her with no affection.
He moves efficiently around her body and uses his blade to cut through the ropes that tie her hands behind her. Once she’s free, she spins around and throws her arms around his neck, but he doesn’t respond. His stern face just stares at hers blankly as he backs away from her.
