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I saw it because I feel it too.
Working with Scar has changed my life. Falling in love with her has changed my heart. She’s always said she feels like a storm. I want to be a storm with her. To rain down our brand of revenge. To stop being so tightly wound every once in a while and let free an unexpected surge of emotion that sometimes feels like it’s drowning me.
Our plans are brilliant. The execution worth the meticulous care that goes into them. But sometimes a rampage is needed. We revel in the systematic destruction we cause, but the best part of a storm isn’t in the havoc it wreaks. It’s in the freedom that it rages.
Wind howls to its own tune, rain falls at its own pace. Lighting strikes without rhyme or reason. No planning or plotting or preparing. Just a downpour of relief after the buildup that wouldn’t stop until it became all too much. Scar finally hit her wall. It was the last drop she could handle and now she’s fit to burst. To rain down chaos. The absolute worst thing we could do right now is try to rationalize her force and stop her from taking what she needs.
“Ryder,” she whispers, her hand landing on my cheek as her thumb rubs against my cheek. “I love you.”
My whole body freezes as her words wash over me. I jerk the steering wheel to the right and pull over at the side of the road. I undo her seatbelt and pull her into my lap before the car is even fully stopped. I take only half a moment to push my seat further away from the wheel, so we at least have enough room to breathe as I crush her to my chest.
Her body trembles under the weight of her need for release. Yet somehow, even as she’s fighting to hold it together right now, she’s thinking about me.
A heady feeling rushes through me as I grab her face in my hands, staring at her like she’s too good to be true. Because, well she is.
I’ve never before felt this light bursting in my chest. Not when my mom was still alive, not in all of the perfect memories I have with Jen. The feeling that continues to grow as I meet Scar’s eyes could consume me.
“Say it again.” My demand comes out gruff, but she gives me a small smile, pressing closer to me as she peppers feather light kisses over my brow bone, down my nose, on my cheeks, and grazes over my lips.
“I love you, Ryder.”
For the first time in my life, the world makes sense.
I crash my lips against hers with an urgency of being as close to her as I possibly can be. If I couldn’t feel the way her body is still tightly coiled, despite the relief in her eyes, I’d take her right here and now. But I know it has to wait.
Our lips move in sync, coming together in restless waves of need. I glide my tongue along hers, seeking more of her taste, knowing it’ll never be enough. When it comes to her, I’ll always crave more.
I bring her bottom lip between my teeth, nipping gently as she begins to shake in my arms.
“I didn’t think I would ever love,” I tell her. “But I love you with a recklessness that should scare me. When I’m with you, I don’t want to heal my hurt or soothe my scars. I want to sink into my damage. To use it and thrive on it. To become an indestructible force of nature. Because that’s what I see when I see you.”
Her mouth parts open in shock and her chest stops rising and falling as she holds her breath.
“You are the most beautiful chaos that the world has ever seen. The destruction that St Graves needed, that I needed. You’ve torn apart everything I ever thought to be true and made me see the monster that has always been lurking under my skin. Nothing entices me more than being able to stand at your side as you rain hell down on our enemies and being able to relish in their demise with you.”
She smashes her lips into mine again, this time leading the kiss as she grinds down into my lap. Fuck. I pull away from her, panting to catch my breath. “If you keep that up, I’ll forget all about my good intentions.”
Her husky chuckle fills the car. “What part of taking me to murder someone is good?” she teases.
I hum as I kiss up her throat, catching her earlobe between my teeth. “The part where I know what kind of release you need before I can taste your release on my tongue.”
Her body shivers and with impeccable timing my phone sounds off. I chuckle. These damn phones always interrupt us when things are getting good. “That’ll be Noah with our destination,” I explain to her.
She sighs and climbs back into her seat, muttering about not knowing what release she needs more now.
It makes me smile. A smile that only grows as I read the message Noah sent me. Oh, this is perfect.
“Murder first, orgasms later,” I quip. “We both know you come even harder with a bloody handprint around your neck.”
The bloody messthatsurrounds us is no joke.
When I first read Noah’s text, I thought it was perfect. A real chance for Scar to vent her rage and unleash her fury. Something she’s had to hold back time and time again recently.
I even thought it would work in my favor, be able to let go of the leash that I’ve been holding onto so desperately in a need to not be the weakest link. I couldn’t afford to lose control when I was just barely getting the hang of holding on to it.
A house full of scummy fighters that do dirty work for Romano seemed like the perfect place to have a rampage.
I look down at my hands covered in blood, almost as if I can see the darkness that resides in me seeping out and mixing with it if I stare long enough. The thought brings a wicked grin to my face.
