“She’s all yours, babe.”

***Raven***

All mine. My fingers are twitching and I shiver at the electricity crackling in my veins. For every step I take toward her, she takes two backward, shuffling against the wall.

“What’s the matter? Not so brave now without your goons? Or is it because I’m not tied up?”

“Wha…what are you going to do to me?” she stammers.

“I thought about doing the same thing you did to me…then I thought it would probably be a little tickle for you.”

Gage leans on the wall, blocking her. She glances nervously between the two of us, no doubt trying to figure out which direction the attack will come from. She lingers on Gage just a bit too long, so I use the opportunity to grab her and drag her away from the wall. She stumbles but regains her balance and spins to face me. All these months of pounding on that bag has been preparing me for this moment. I don’t need to visualize a face now; I have the real thing in front of me.

“Get her, babe.”

The first punch knocks her off-balance. I didn’t put too much power behind it, though; I want to play a bit. She screams and holds her cheek, staring at me in shock. I land one to her stomach, then an uppercut when she doubles over. She falls to the floor, making no attempt to get up, so I kick her leg.

“Get up, bitch.”

“Please…please…”

“Please, what?” I shout as I plant my foot in her stomach. “Did I beg? Did I ask you to stop?”

I straddle her and let loose on her face. I feel her teeth digging into my fists, but it’s worth it. By the time Gage pulls me off her, all I can see of her face is blood. I’m reminded of that night with Mr. Glenn when I had to stop Gage from killing him. He won’t stop me, though. As soon as he releases me, I grab his Glock out of his waist, rack the slide, and put a bullet between her eyes.

I collapse against him when he moves behind me and takes the gun from my fingers. It’s over. It’s finally over. I turn in his arms and press my face to his chest. He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay, Raven. I got you.”

He walks me out of the room and back upstairs, where the other guys are waiting. Crow taps Ron and Booker and they follow him downstairs, no doubt to clean up my mess. The woman I just murdered. I killed someone and I feel…nothing. No remorse. Yes, it was payback, but shouldn’t I feel something?

“Let’s go home,” Gage whispers.

I nod and climb on the back of his bike. When we get back to the clubhouse, I head straight to the bathroom and clean up my knuckles. Gage walks in as I’m finishing up and backs me up against the sink.

“When did you get so badass?”

“I learned from the best,” I answer, sliding my arms around his neck. “Thank you, Gage. You saved me. Again. How did you find me anyway?”

He takes my wrist, fingering the blue bead on my bracelet. “GPS tracker.”

What the hell? He put a tracker in my bracelet? A part of me wants to be angry but then, if he hadn’t, who knows what would have happened to me?

“You’re like my personal Superman.”

He slides his fingers through my hair with one hand, while the other strokes my cheek. The way he’s looking at me…it’s different somehow. It’s softer, no base, animalistic hunger. It’s…the way I’ve wanted him to look at me, like I’m the most precious thing in his life.

“And you’re my Kryptonite.”

Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine, moaning when I part them. The hand in my hair slides down my cheek, shoulder, and sternum to massage my breast. He doesn’t linger. Popping the button on my shorts, he slips his hand inside and beneath my panties. As he finds my clit, I moan into his mouth. Pretty soon, clothes start flying everywhere. He breaks away just long enough to turn the shower on and pull me inside. After positioning me under the spray of the shower, he watches as the water runs down my body. I lick my lips as he grabs his hard dick and starts stroking. He steps closer, sliding his dick between my lips then pressing it down on my clit.

“Gage…”

He moves faster, circling my clit with the head of his dick. I grab his shoulders, barely able to keep standing.

“Please. I need you.”

Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me off the floor. As soon as he slides inside me, I wrap my legs around him. I clench my muscles, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. He groans, digging his fingers into my hips.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Why?”

I pull back, meeting his confused stare with one of my own. “Why not? You’re Prince Charming.”

“Ellen told me once I could be your Prince Charming. I haven’t been and I’ll never be.”

“You’ve been looking out for me basically since the day we met. You were there for me when I had no one else…helped me through the most difficult period in my life so far. You’re everything I could ever want. No, you don’t subscribe to the fairy tale version. That doesn’t mean you aren’t someone’s interpretation of him. Every woman has her own ideas of who or what he is for her. You…you’re mine. You’re my Prince Charming.”

He grabs the back of my head and smashes my lips into his. I begin to move, sliding up and down on his erection.

“Fuck, Raven!” He slams the side of his fist into the wall.

I move faster, bouncing on his dick, taking my pleasure from him. He relinquishes control, staring into my eyes as our slick bodies slide against each other. My breathing is ragged and my heart is thumping in my chest, ready to burst free. That’s when I make the decision. It may be impetuous, but I don’t care.

“Do it, Gage. Put a baby in me.”

I feel a deep and unbreakable bond between us, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess murder will do that. He not only facilitated it but watched, and cleaned up after me. He called me Lady Reaper before it happened but I lived up to the name. Now, I’m truly his.

Gage grits his teeth, turns around so his back is to the shower, and slides his hand up my back to grasp my neck. Grabbing my hip with one hand, the other pulls me back by my neck so I’m horizontal. His other hand snakes around my waist, keeping me in place.

“Hang on tight, doll.”

I get a better grip on his hips then he starts to move. His hand on my neck slides to the front, gently squeezing. The closer I get to my orgasm, the tighter his hold on my neck becomes. He’s thrusting into me at the right speed, the right angle, hitting the right spot. I feel my orgasm creeping up and clamp down on him. He speeds up, squeezing my neck harder as my pussy begins to spasm.

“Gage!”

¡Dios mio! I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm this intense. He slowly releases his hold, grinding against me. Before I stop shaking, he goes deep and I feel him pulsating inside me. He pulls me back up, pressing me into the wall, his breathing heavy. I cradle his face, kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and finally his lips. He nips my bottom lip then lets me down, smacking my ass.

By the time we finish our shower, I hear music coming from the bar. The guys are back. Gage gets dressed before I do and heads out there. When I join the party, Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” is playing. Chrissy is already here and dancing in the middle of the room. Gage is in a corner, pointing something out on a sheet of paper to a man I’ve never seen before. Leaving him to his business, I head over to Chrissy. After a while, Ron approaches, wedging himself between us. Chrissy grinds on him from the front, me from the back. Not too long after, a hand slides around my waist and drags me away. I smile up at Gage and start grinding on him instead.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“Joe. My tattoo guy.”

“You’re getting a new tattoo?”

“Yeah.”

He makes some kind of hand signal and Dr. E approaches with the blue gift box from the closet, handing it to Gage.