Page 90 of Ravage

The need to get her there with me possessed me. I was close to my release when her body began to tense, and her breathing became ragged and forced. I increased my rhythm, forcing her over the edge. She cried out my name as she clamped down on my cock, urging me to find my release. I finally let myself go.

“Fuck,” I growled loudly. My body jerked and jolted as I came deep inside her.

She looked back over her shoulder and smiled before she gasped, “That was….”

“Incredible,” I finished as I lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. As soon as our bodies fell to the bed, I disposed of the condom and pulled her close. She curled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder.

“It just keeps getting better.”

“It certainly does.” I leaned down and kissed her on the temple. “And just so we’re clear, you never needed a lesson in anything. You’re amazing.”

“You’re the amazing one.” She yawned before adding, “And sexy, too.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“Um-hmmm.” She closed her eyes. “Very.”

“Well, you’re pretty fucking sexy yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“You’re also tired. Now get some sleep.”

“We’re gonna have to talk about the bossy stuff,” she mumbled, already half-asleep. “But not now… I’m too… tired.”

“Night, Em.”

“Um-hmm.”

After a few deep breaths, she stilled, and I knew she’d drifted off to sleep. I, on the other hand, lay there, staring into the darkness with my mind refusing to shut down. I’d done it again. I’d crossed the line I’d refused to even look at, and instead of regret, all I felt was certainty.

I was doing this. Emery was mine. Damn the torpedoes, and there were plenty of them. I looked down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, and I couldn’t believe how peaceful she looked. I wished it was an expression that would remain, but in the coming days, I knew it was going to be rough on her.

And on me, too.

The hit on her studio changed everything. The man I’d shot was still hanging on, but barely. He’d done a real number on himself when he tried to strangle himself with his belt. Blade brought him back, but the lack of oxygen had really had an effect on him. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever wake up, much less speak.

Thankfully, we had Mercy. With a quick photo and his facial recognition software, we finally had a name. And not just any name. He was connected to an Armenian crime organization that had been quietly moving into the city, and they weren’t just testing the waters.

They were already here. They were buying real estate, moving money, and taking over territory without firing a fucking shot. But they couldn’t keep growing until they dealt with the competition. So, they turned their sights on the Vipers and us. The graffiti hadn’t been a warning. It had been a message.

WE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

WE KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP

WE KNOW WHO YOU’RE WITH

They knew about the garage and the clubhouse. They knew where we lived and who we were tied to. This whole time they’d been playing a game, and as much as I hated to admit it, they were winning. They’d gotten to Emery. They knew where she worked, where she lived, and most of all, who she was important to. Hell, they’d known enough to send men into her studio while she was sleeping upstairs.

I might’ve managed to get one of them, but the other was still out there. He’d been in her studio, just a few feet from her home, and if I hadn’t gotten there when I did, he could’ve…

I couldn’t even let my head go there, but it didn’t matter. They’d crossed a line. They didn’t know how far Fury would go when someone threatened the people we love. But they were about to.

Tomorrow, Fury was stepping up their game, and we were playing for keeps. Because this wasn’t just about protecting our territory. Not anymore. This was about taking the pawns right out of their fucking hands and ending the game they should’ve never started.

I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, someone was pounding on my door. Emery sat up with a start; her eyes wide, she turned to me. For a second, neither of us moved. I brought my hand up, placing my index finger in front of my lips, signaling her not to say a word.

They pounded again, and fear flashed across her beautiful face. I knew what she was thinking. Hell, I was thinking it, too. We’d been caught. I slid out of bed and grabbed my boxers from the floor, throwing them on as I told her, “Stay put.”