Both of them were breathing hard when Sword finally pulled back to look at Magenta. Her blue eyes were glazed and wide with shock. There was a wild look of either fear or excitement in them. He couldn’t tell. That look was the only thing that allowed Sword to temper his aggression.

  “Don’t you give me that look, Magenta. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

  “Why did you kiss me, then?”

  He kissed her again, a hard pressing of his mouth, but not the sexually aggressive action of before. “You will not make me believe you didn’t want to kiss me back. Not with the way you move beneath me. Because I can’t help myself,” he confessed. “I thought I could, but I can’t.”

  “I’m not a whore.” Magenta’s voice was hardly above a whisper, but Sword felt her words straight to his soul.

  “Never, Magenta. Never. Not for me. Not for anyone else.” He had to shake his head to clear it. “God! Don’t you fuckin’ feel it? I’m burning up!”

  She looked at him for a long time, searching his face. His eyes. Sword knew what she saw. He was a killer. A man who took what he wanted. How could she possibly want a man like him?

  Finally, she nodded. “I do feel it. So intense I want to let it consume me! I’ll take what you’re offering. However long it lasts.”

  Sword didn’t waste another moment. He lifted Magenta in his arms, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, and walked them to the bed. He laid her down gently, following her down to cover her body with his.

  “I say when it’s over, Magenta.”

  “I won’t cling,” she said, shaking her head slightly. “I just want to experience what it’s like to really want a man like I want you in this moment.”

  “I want you to cling,” he said. “But only to me.”

  “And when you tell me to leave?” Her eyes were wide, a mixture of desire, fear, and -- dare he believe -- hope.

  “I’m asking for your trust, girl. Unconditional trust. I’ll take care of you and protect you, but in return I want you to believe in me.”

  She stared up into his eyes for long moments. So long, Sword thought she might balk and push him away. Then, finally, she nodded. It was slight, but there.

  “Say it, girl. Say you’ll trust me to take care of you.” He was a bastard for demanding she give him this, but he was doing it, anyway. If he let her think about it, let her take her time getting to know him, she would pull away and leave the safety of the club and cut him out of her life.

  “I will. I do. I trust you, Sword.” Before he could continue kissing her, however, she placed her hand on the side of his face. “Please don’t break my heart.”

  “Never, my beautiful girl.”

  Sword pressed his body against her, letting feel his erection against her belly. It was thrilling when she lifted her arms to slide around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. She opened her mouth and let him inside, lapping gently at him even as he swooped inside to take what he needed.

  Not wanting to wait any longer, Sword gathered the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head. She wore no bra and, truly, she didn’t need one. Her breasts were small but rounded, the nipples stiff and the palest pink. Her body was small, her skin pale. The bruises she’d suffered stood out starkly, an offensive reminder of all she’d suffered. Sword had seen all this before, but now, in this moment, it seemed worse. It was also a reminder he had to be gentle with her. Not take her with all the passion he needed to.

  He knelt before her, wrapping his arms around her back before taking one breast into his mouth and pulling strongly. She cried out, threading her fingers through his hair. But she wasn’t satisfied to simply feel what he was doing to her. When he let go of one breast to latch on to the other, she clawed his shirt up his back to pull over his head.

  That was all Sword needed to know. She found his earlobe and sucked it between her lips, nipping gently.

  “You’re asking for it, girl,” he warned. “Need you too bad for you to do that.”

  “Need you, too,” she whimpered.

  He pulled at the waist of her pants the same time she pulled at the button of his jeans. Magenta lifted her hips to help him get her sweats. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs off his hips before lying on top of her. The skin at her neck was sweet with a light sweat as she squirmed beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his body, gripping his lower back.

  It was tempting to just sink into her heat, to do what they both wanted. Instead, he slid down her body, trailing his lips over her belly. He stopped at her belly button to swirl with his tongue once before going lower.

  Magenta’s body trembled under his touch. Her fingers slid to his shoulders, gripping and kneading as she whimpered with every touch of his lips, teeth, and tongue. Had a woman ever been this so alive in his arms before? Had he ever wanted one to be? This was no feigned passion. This was need, pure and simple. She panted, whimpering her need even as he growled his.

  When he reached the top of her sex, kissing the bare mound with a reverent press of his lips, she cried out sharply, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling his scalp. When he would have gone lower, she held him, whimpering. Her hands trembled, her body erupting in sweat.

  Sword looked up at her, meeting her blue eyes with his steady gaze. Gradually, she released her grip and nodded. Never looking away from her, Sword swiped her clit with the flat of his tongue.

  * * *

  Magenta didn’t know what to think or do. Never had her body come alive like it was now. She’d known this moment would come, but she hadn’t expected to want it this much. Everything inside her yearned for the man stroking her body to such a fevered pitch. There was no pain. No threats if she didn’t please him. In fact, he hadn’t made her touch him at all. What he was doing, he did to her. There was nothing but pleasure in his touch.

  Sword curled his arms around her thighs and fastened his mouth over her pussy. It was her first time, the sensations unfamiliar and almost devastating. Even as she arched her back, planting her feet on the mattress to thrust her pelvis at him for more, tears sprang to her eyes. This was something like she’d never even dreamed of. No pain. No humiliation. She tried to check her responses with little success, not wanting him to get the wrong idea about her, but it was impossible. The best part was how he seemed to revel in her wantonness, not condemning her for it.

  “My girl likes this,” he said, his voice rumbly, vibrating her clit with every word. “Good. I could do it all night. Love your taste…”

  The feel of his lips and tongue on her was like fire and silk. He sucked at her lips and clit, wringing moans and whimpers from her in abundance. Magenta could feel moisture leaking from her cunt only for him to lap it up like a cat with cream. Where before she’d had twinges of pain from the beating she’d taken, now her body was alive with pleasure. She didn’t even realize she was keening loudly until Sword crawled up her body and silenced her with a deep kiss. Which was its own surprise. She tasted herself on him. With every stroke of his tongue, every slide of his lips over hers, her own honeyed essence was given back to her so her taste mingled with his.

  He held himself over her for several moments, stroking the damp hair at her temples from her face. Sword seemed to be looking for something. Needing something from her. A response of some kind. Magenta was so confused, she didn’t know what to say or do. Her hips continually rocked against him, something she found she had little control over.

  Finally, he nodded before pushing off her slowly. Once on his feet beside the bed, he kicked off his jeans and underwear. From his wallet, he pulled out two condoms. One he tossed to the nightstand, the other he tore open and used to sheathe himself. Magenta tried not to look at his cock, not wanting anything from her past to color this moment. It was special to her in so many ways. Not the least of which was because of the man climbing back on the bed between her legs.

  Slowly, deliberately, Sword let his full weight settle on her. His cock was trapped between them instead of inside her, but he seemed to have a reason, so she said nothing. Again, he kissed her, this time trailing his lips down her jaw to her throat.

  “Are you sure you want this? It’s your choice as much as mine, and I never want to do something you don’t want.”

  That courtesy more than anything else told Magenta this was a different man than she’d ever known. This was a man who could be her hero if she let him. Was he the white knight in shining armor in fairytales? Not in the least. This man was a killer. Darkness filled him to his very soul. Only his honor kept him from being like the brutal men in Black Reign, but she knew he’d keep his word as surely as she knew her own name. He was exactly the type of man who’d be able to keep his promise to keep her safe because he was just as determined and ruthless as the men who would hunt her.

  “I’m sure. I need it, Sword. Please.”

  “I wanted to wait, but the fight… the violence…”

  “I know. I don’t want you to wait.”

  When he still hesitated, she reached between them, shifting her body so she could tuck his cock against her entrance. Sword closed his eyes tightly as he wrapped his arms around her. He’d done it several times, and Magenta loved the feel of his body completely surrounding her. It felt like a layer of protection between her and the rest of the world. Like, as long as he held her, no one could ever hurt her again.

  A defeated groan sounded from somewhere deep inside Sword’s chest, vibrating all the way through her as he slid forward in a slow, hesitant movement. He seemed to still be at war with himself over what to do.

  “You’ve defeated me, woman,” he admitted before withdrawing and sliding deep once again. “So good. So hot and tight I never want to leave!”

  Magenta rested her heels on his calves. With every thrust forward he made, she used the leverage to lift herself to meet him. Her movements seemed to encourage him as he moved faster and faster, thrusting harder though he was careful of her battered body.

  “You fuckin’ tell me if you hurt, Magenta,” he bit out at her ear. “I don’t want anything for you but fuckin’ pleasure.”

  She had to smile at his harsh words. Nothing about Sword was soft or tender. She thought he wanted there to be, but she was fine with him just the way he was. “It’s wonderful, Sword. Don’t stop! Please!”

  Wonderful sensations swamped her quickly. There was no fighting what she’d never faced before. Sex had never been like this. Wanted. Welcomed. Needed. Something was driving her toward an unknown abyss. Every movement he made pushed her farther in that direction. Every stroke of his hand aided in her surrender to it. It struck her then that this was what women sought from sex. This was how they wanted to feel when they let another have their body.

  She was just about to fall over that cliff into an unknown world when Sword shifted his weight, raising up to brace himself on one arm as he held her close with the other. His hand slid down to her ass, guiding her movements while he looked into her eyes.

  “You’re staying with me, girl,” he commanded. “You’re coming with Bones to the clubhouse, then you’re staying with me.” Confused, she tried to ignore him, tried to force him to continue his mastering of her body, but he was having none of it. “Say it!”

  “I’m staying with you.” She looked up at him knowing he could see her bafflement. “I thought we already decided that?”

  “I said when it was over. I’m telling you now it will never be over, Magenta. Do you understand me?”

  “No! I don’t!” The admission was torn from her in nearly a wail. “I can’t think like this!”

  “You want to come? Then tell me you understand!” Gone was the gentle lover, the man who was so careful of her battered body. In his place was that ruthless man she knew would protect her to the death. He was declaring his possession of her with her in a very vulnerable position, getting what he wanted by any means necessary.

  Magenta whimpered, her chin quivering as she verged on tears. Not because she was scared or hurt, but from frustration. He’d left her hanging on the precipice of something so wonderful and beautiful she knew she’d forever need it like she might need a drug, only to keep it from her.

  “Why do this now? Why not finish me first?”

  “Because I fuckin’ want you that much! Not lettin’ you say no, and I’m fuckin’ holdin’ you to it!”

  “Sword!” The possessiveness in his voice pushed her over the edge. She screamed her pleasure, digging her nails into his arms and shoulders. She thrashed beneath him as a searing wave of heat pulsed through her entire body, centered on where they were joined. A hard spasm clamped down on her, seeming to pull him into her body so he couldn’t get away from her. Couldn’t leave her needy cunt.

  “Say it, girl! Say you’re mine!” His hand was in her hair, tightening into a hard fist, the little bite of pain adding to her pleasure in a way she’d never imagined. It was a dark pleasure -- one she hadn’t expected and never would have experienced if she hadn’t known how good he could make her feel. It was a little terrifying, but more thrilling than she could have ever imagined.

  “I am,” she gasped. “Yours!”

  The second the words left her mouth, Sword pounded into her, pushing the boundaries of civil sex and nearing something akin to madness. He growled, taking her hard even as he held her tightly to him. Several seconds later, she felt him thicken, his shaft stretching her just before he roared to the ceiling, emptying himself into the condom. Never separating their bodies, Sword rolled them over to their sides. He still had his arms wrapped tightly around her, his breathing as ragged as hers.

  There was a knock at the door, angry and loud. Sword gave a vicious snarl before gently pulling out of her. “You OK, baby?” She nodded, not knowing what to do now that it was over. He kissed her gently once before standing and covering her with the bedspread. Then he tossed the condom in the trash and stalked to the door where someone still pounded angrily.

  Sword didn’t bother to cover his nakedness, just flung open the door to meet the angry face on the other side. “What the fuck do you want?”

  The man standing outside jumped back a couple of steps. Magenta couldn’t blame him. Sword was a big man, tall and all tattooed muscle. He looked exactly like what he was. A man not to be fucked with.

  “I -- uh, that is,” the man cleared his throat. “Nothing.” Before the man could say anything else, Sword slammed the door in his face and turned the deadbolt before sliding the chain into place.

  He stood there looking at her. Then he sighed.

  “What the fuck am I gonna to do with you?”

  “I thought you had that all figured out,” she said. Unexpectedly, she felt a stirring of happiness. She hadn’t exactly grown up in the club life, but she’d been there long enough to know there were men who took ownership of their women very seriously.

  “I do,” he said. “I have a feelin’ you’re gonna to be a handful, though.”

  “That a bad thing?”

  “No. Keeps me on my toes. Roll over,” he commanded. “Want to see your back and legs. I was hard on you. Didn’t mean to be, but I was.”

  “I felt no pain, Sword. None at all.”

  “Still want to look at those welts. Some were pretty bad, and you’ll need somethin’ to keep ‘em from hurtin’.”

  Obediently, Magenta turned over to her stomach. “You sure it’s not just so you can get a better look at my ass?”

  Sword actually snorted. The first time she’d heard anything resembling a laugh. “Might be.”

  With a light touch, he traced several of the worst marks over her skin, then spread more antibiotic ointment over them. Any stinging she might have felt faded away seconds later with the soothing coolness his fingers left behind.

  “Better?” He bent to kiss her cheek, murmuring the question in her ear. Magenta realized she’d nearly dozed off.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “Though I didn’t really hurt. I didn’t even realize there was discomfort at all until you put that stuff on again.”

  “Good.” He urged her up so he could turn down the covers before laying her down again and covering her with the sheet and blanket. “I need to let Torpedo and Cain know what to expect when we get home tomorrow. They need to know you’re my ol’ lady since I don’t have a property patch for you yet.”

  Magenta’s heart soared. “Ol’ lady?”

  He scowled. “Yeah. That’s what I meant by this never ending. You said you understood, and I’m not lettin’ you out of this.”

  She couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “Didn’t say I wanted out. I just didn’t expect something as serious as an ol’ lady.”

  “Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head,” he muttered. “Woman will be the death of me.” That last was obviously meant for himself. His tone pleased her. Though he sounded disgruntled, he was very insistent. There was no way he was backing out of this, nor did he take the designation of her as his ol’ lady lightly. He meant for her to have the full protection of his club from anyone and everyone who meant her harm.

  Instead of feeling the despair she’d often felt in Black Reign before falling asleep, Magenta felt an overwhelming happiness and sense of peace that nearly brought tears to her eyes. “Sword,” she called, waiting until he turned to meet her gaze. “Thank you. For everything. For saving me.”

  He held her gaze. In that moment, Magenta could almost feel his affection. She wasn’t ready to call it more than that, but there was more there in his eyes than she’d seen from anyone in her life, including her own mother.

  Without a word, he nodded once, then turned away again. Magenta curled her arm under her cheek and closed her eyes. Her last thought before sleep claimed here was to wonder how she’d gotten so lucky for a man like Sword to find her when she needed him most.

  Chapter Nine

  Had he not been feeling El Diablo breathing down his neck like a hungry wolf, Sword would have happily ridden with Magenta back to Florida. Or to the fucking West Coast and back. The woman truly loved riding on the bike. He’d never met anyone so consumed with the moment when she was behind him. Sometimes she wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed, her face to his back. Other times, she put her hands in his front pockets and nibbled at the skin at the back of his neck while she petted the tip of his dick through the thin material.

 

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