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“I was in Adrian's office giving him Prez’s offer. He came out to talk to a girl, then I saw them on the CCTV. I know Skid didn’t want her leaving the compound. Thought you’d be the best one to come take her back. I can’t deal with that level of crazy.” Troj shakes his head at me.
I move past him, slapping him on the back in gratitude. The room is full of men, some old, some young. Some rich, some counting out their cents on the table. But all of them are enchanted by the girl who is dancing on the stage.
Rogue is wearing a leather dress with a zip straight through the middle. It clings to her body like she’s been sewn inside it and my cock strains against my jeans when I think about ripping it off her. I really don’t have time to stand and fuckin’ admire but I can’t help myself. She’s fucking stunning, and I’m fucking furious.
She knows the implications of leaving the club. And for her to come here of all places, letting these men feast on her body like maggots on rotting flesh, has me chewing on my knuckles.
Rogue remains still when she sees me, her eyes planted into mine and waiting for my reaction, and I take a long, deep breath. I don’t want to react, but she’s left me with no choice. I storm forward, standing up on an empty chair and hopping onto the stage and before she has any time to protest, I got her wrapped in my arms and over my shoulder.
She doesn’t fight like I expect her to, and despite me being unable to see her face I almost imagine her smiling at her victory. The hot little bitch wanted my attention, and now she fuckin’ has it.
I see you, Rogue, I fucking see you….
When she asks me where I’m taking her, I tell her I’m taking her home. Whether she likes it or not the club is her home now, at least until we know that she’s safe.
I nod at the doorman as I haul her outside, and then I throw her into the passenger seat of Brax’s truck. When I slam the door, trapping her inside, I take a long, steady breath to try and calm myself.
This is her way of provoking me, she’s coaxing the monster inside me to rear his ugly head and I have to fight to keep him contained.
Pushing my body off the door, I stalk around the hood to the driver's side and get behind the wheel ready to start the journey home. I’ll have to send Storm and Tommy out here to pick up the jeep I recognize from the garage that’s parked on the opposite side of the parking lot.
“Why did you do that, Grimm?” she asks when I get on to the interstate. I don’t answer her, just keep my focus on the road ahead. Still trying to tame my fury.
“Grimm, why did you do that?” She’s yelling at me now, I know how much she hates to be ignored and so I punish her with my silence.
“You had no right coming to the club and hauling me off that stage like I’m your property. I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.” She crosses her arms defiantly. She’s right about that much, and I feel it burning up the fury in my veins. She must notice how my muscles twitch because I see her satisfied smirk from the corner of my eye.
“You wanna control me, Grimm?” she asks like she’s got me all figured out.
I don’t respond to her question, just let flames flick in the pit of my stomach at her accuracy. She's reading my mind and using my own thoughts to taunt me.
I pull off at the exit for Manitou Springs, desperate to be back at the club and out the confines of this damn truck.
“You want to watch me get off… Like that whore?” Her tone changes, like she’s afraid of my answer. And my hand grips at the steering wheel tighter.
“Wanna watch me flick myself off for you, Grimm?” she asks again, unzipping the bottom of that fucking dress and revealing her black-lace-covered pussy to me. I quickly flick my eyes back to the road. This bitch is asking for trouble, but she thrives on that shit.
One more glance to where her palm presses between her legs, and I lose all willpower. Slowing down the truck, I steer into a lay-by.
Thrill hums all over my skin as I twist in my seat and rest an elbow on the steering wheel, giving her my full attention. I watch her eyes glisten as she soaks up every second of it. Then reaching over my head, I flick on the interior light to get a better look, and the satisfied smile that rests on her lips confirms everything.
Dipping her hand into the waistline of her panties, she skims her finger through her pussy lips. My fingers twitch to rip the lace from her skin and watch her cunt cream all over her fingers. I even feel tempted to put my fuckin’ mouth on her, to eat her out until she screams my name and I taste her pleasure for myself.
But I hold back, managing to focus on her hand and how she’s working herself. I ignore how her eyes burn into my head, feeding off my attention.
Again, she must read my fuckin’ mind because she rolls her panties off her hips, all the way down her legs, and tosses them onto my lap. I have the perfect view of her like this. Her knees risen to her chest and legs spread wide, her fingers making slow strokes that circle her clit.
“Touch me, Grimm,” her lips move slowly as they whisper to me, she doesn’t see me shake my head because her eyes are closed, her head hanging backward exposing that long, slender throat to me.
It would be easier than breathing to reach forward, to give her needy pussy exactly what it wants, to have her soak my finger instead of her own. But where is the self-preservation in that?
This, right in front of me… she… is my ultimate test, and I need her to hurry the fuck up and come before I fail it.
“Don’t come until I say you can,” I warn, and a tiny, helpless whimper feeds me a little of my fix. She’s responding to me, abiding by my words. Without even touching her I’m commanding her body, and it gives me a sick satisfaction that I don’t even try to deny myself.
“Please, Grimm,” she begs so sweetly, so desperately that I have to clench my teeth together to stop myself from giving in to her.
Her hand hits the roof of the truck and her body tenses. I sit and watch her hips roll.
