Chapter 26

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“ Y ou can’t kill Dylan,” Red whimpered, her eyes going wide like I just told her I was going to summon Lucifer himself to rip her soul out.

She had to go and play the morality card. But I wasn’t listening, not really. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, the roar of fury that drowned out her little protests.

“Can’t do it, huh?” I chuckled, the sound bitter and mocking. “Funny thing, Red, is I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Her response was weak, pitiful even. “That isn’t justice.”

I barked out a laugh. “Neither is letting that bastard walk free.”

She opened her mouth, those soft lips forming words I didn’t give a damn about. “Murder isn’t a solution, Rogue,” she stated between drags.

I scoffed, standing up so fast the bed creaked beneath me. “Oh, it’ll solve plenty. For example, it’ll solve the problem of him ever hurting you again.”

She shook her head, her ruby curls bouncing with each movement, and for a moment, I almost regreted it.

Almost .

“Killing Dylan will just make everything worse,” she said, her voice all fragile like she actually believed that crap.

“Worse?” I growled, my voice low and infused with enough rage to ignite a forest fire. “Worse than what he did to you? To Viper?”

Red stubbed out her cigarette on the bedside table, the ember sizzling against the wood. “What’s worse,” she said, her hands trembling in her lap, “is becoming just like him. A monster.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the pain etched in every damn line of her face. It tore me up inside, knowing that I was the cause of some of that pain.

I couldn’t back down. Not when I let that sorry excuse for a man lay his hands on her. Not when I stood by and did nothing while she suffered.

“Well, darling, according to you, I’m already a monster,” I sneered, leaning in close enough for her to smell the nicotine on my breath, “so what’s one more sin on my rap sheet?”

Red stood up, her cigarette slipping from her fingers, spiraling downward to the floor like a tiny burning comet. “You think that’s an excuse?!” she snapped, her voice cracking like a whip. “You think just because you’ve done some terrible things in the past, you get a free pass to do whatever the hell you want?!”

I had to admit, there was something kinda hot about a woman who wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself.

Judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one hot mess.

But I wasn’t about to let her guilt trip me into submission.

“I wasn’t asking for your forgiveness,” I replied, staring her down with my best poker face. “I’m just doing what needs to be done.”

Red towered over me, like she was ready to squash me under her stiletto heel if I so much as breathe wrong and my cock started pulsating in my pants like it was auditioning for a porno.

“You want to kill him, Rogue? Well, you’re gonna have to go through me first,” she declared, her voice all husky from the smoke.

Normally, I’d be pissed off beyond belief at her pulling this alpha move because she was standing in my way, making things more complicated than they needed to be. But instead, I was annoyed as hell and sporting a boner that could cut glass. And that shit was more confusing than trying to solve a Rubik’s cube blindfolded.

Talking about a mindfuck.

I squared my shoulders, trying to keep it together while my dick was practically doing cartwheels. “You think you can stop me?” I asked, invading her space, daring her to flinch.

“Try me,” she fired back, and made my cock throbbing in a way that defied all logic.

Damn, the audacity of this woman.

With a smirk that promised all kinds of trouble, I leaned in closer, our lips almost brushing.

“Challenge accepted, sweetheart,” I croaked out, forcing it through the haze of carnal hunger.

And just like that, all thoughts of murder and revenge faded away like they never even existed. Red might be a pain in my ass, but there was no one else I’d rather go toe-to-toe with.

Before she could even blink, I’ve got my hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer until our lips met in a collision of fury, tongues and teeth.

“You’ll learn to shut your pretty mouth,” I said sternly, “or I’ll shut it for you.”

“Make me,” she challenged and that got me hooked.

That’s all it took.

I slid my tongue into her mouth like I owned it, like I was marking my territory. And she moaned into me, this low, guttural sound that went straight to my cock and set it on fire.

Her mouth was hot, wet, desperate, and her tongue was everywhere, like she was trying to swallow me whole—and fuck if I wasn’t ready to let her.

I felt her nails sink into my back, leaving little half-moon marks that would probably scar up nicely. The way she arched her back, pressing her tits against my naked chest, as if she was offering herself up on a silver platter made me groan like a horny teenager discovering his first porn magazine.

Her gasp hit my lips, and she felt just how hard I was.

She shifted her body, grinding her thigh against my pulsating erection with a deliberate, torturous rhythm, and my cock was doing the Macarena in my pants as if it just won the lottery.

I grabbed her by that perfect, round ass of hers, and lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in closer, tighter as I pinned her to the wall. Every inch of her body fit against mine like we were made for this.

I kissed her harder, deeper, like I was about to swallow her soul, and she met me head-on, tongues battling for control.

Our kisses turned sloppy and desperate as we rut against each other like animals in heat. And when she finally broke away, gasping for air, I knew I’ve had her.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I murmured, lips dragging down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

She looked at me with those fuck-me eyes and gasped, “That’s the idea, Lieutenant,” as her nails scraped down my back.

I let out a curse, my hands still gripping her ass like it was the Holy Grail, and all I could think about was how fucking good she felt wrapped around me like this.

“I want you,” I growled against her lips, “I want you so fucking bad.” I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of lust and longing into the movement.

Red tightened her grip around my waist, her breath hot in my ear. “God, you’re insatiable,” she purred, kissing down my jawline.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the heady scent of her sweat and perfume. “You’re one to talk,” I shot back breathless. "But hey, who’s complaining?”

“Not me,” she whispered, lips curling into a wicked smile.

I smirked, the sound morphing into a low chuckle as Red nipped at my lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh with just the right amount of sting.

“Put me down,” she demanded, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I hesitated for a second, my brain playing catch-up, but then I obliged, lowering her gently to the ground. “What’s with the sudden urge to get horizontal?”

She just chuckled, that wicked glint in her eye telling me she had something up her sleeve. “I like to be the one calling the shots every once in a while,” she replied, looking up at me from beneath heavy lashes.

Normally, I’d have something to say about that—me, the one who likes to be in control. But before I could fire back, she was on her knees, hands reaching my boxers with a cocky ease that turned me into a fucking mess.

Maybe it was the way she licked her lips, or the way she looked up at me with those big, fucking doe eyes. I didn’t know, and frankly, I didn’t give a shit.

“Honestly, I just felt like fucking your brains out, that’s all,” she said, casual as anything.

I didn’t protest. I didn’t argue.

Hell, I didn’t even breathe.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as she freed me from my boxers, her lips hovering right over the bulge that was ready to burst out.

I groaned, my head rolling back as her mouth finally wrapped around me, heat and wetness swallowing me whole. And when she took me in deeper, all bets were off.

I bucked my hips, desperate for more of her sinful touch. Every last shred of control flew out the window.

“Fuck, Red,” I moaned, as she sucked me down with a hunger that left me reeling.

I was hers. Completely and fucking utterly hers.

She licked the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around the head like she was about to feast on the Last Supper.

The sound of her gulping and swallowing filled the air between us. Her lips were wrapped tightly around me, and I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth.

I reached down and grabbed onto Red’s hair, pulling her head slightly so she could take more of me in her mouth. My hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her movements and making sure she swallowed every fucking inch. Hearing her moans and seeing the pleasure in her eyes made me even harder, my hips bucking slightly as I tried to control myself from blowing too soon.

As she took me deeper into her throat, I clenched my fists tightly and bit down on my lower lip to prevent myself from shouting out loud.

My cock slid effortlessly down Red’s throat, hitting the back of her mouth with a wet sound. Her cheeks hollowed out as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Doc,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair.

She hummed around me, sending vibrations rippling down my spine. As she looked up at me with those enticing green eyes, I knew that she was aware of how much power she held over me right now.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice muffled by the thick shaft of my cock as she bobbed her head up and down.

I could only nod, my brain reduced to mush as her teasing tongue ran along the sensitive underside of my shaft, eliciting a a deep, guttural moan from my chest.

I gritted my teeth, fighting against the overwhelming urge to come. “Red,” I said gruffly. “Slow down.”

She listened, easing up, taking small sips instead of deep throating me.

“Good girl,” I said approvingly.

As she slowed down, I let out a satisfied grunt and ran my fingers through her hair, feeling its silky softness and loosening my grip slightly while keeping her head in place. Her tongue lapped at my shaft teasingly, and I heard the faint sound of her swallowing between each pull-back.

Leaning back against the wall, I spread my legs wider as I enjoyed this new tempo. My hand moved from holding onto her hair to resting on the small of her back, giving her a slight push forward as she took me deeper into her throat once again. She moaned, loving it just as much as I did, her lips stretched tight around my cock as she worked me over.

My cock twitched slightly between her plump lips and I placed my free hand on the wall behind me for support. The muscles in my groin twitched and convulsed as I felt myself getting ready to release.

“Fuck, little one, you’re gonna make me come,” I warned her as she slowly slurped me off.

My hips jerked again, trying to hold it off, but it became increasingly difficult.

I wanted to be a gentleman and pull out from Red’s mouth before I blow my load right down her throat. But she stopped me with a hand on my hip, holding me in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Unable to resist any longer, I released a powerful load of hot cum into her warm and willing mouth, leaving her cheeks bulging and her lips stretched wide open.

Red eagerly swallowed every drop, never breaking eye contact with me as she took everything I had to offer.

Her lips remained locked around my throbbing member, milking every bit out of me until I went limp in her mouth.

When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were puffy and full from the amount of seed she has consumed, and I was completely spent from the intense pleasure she provided.

She blew my mind. Quite literally.

“Holy shit, Red,” I panted, my vision spinning.

I felt her lips slide off, her warmth fading, as she shifted, trying to stand up. But she lost her balance, and before she could hit the floor, I caught her, feeling her soft curves against my chest.

“Easy there,” I said, holding her steady. “You alright?”

Red looked up at me, her eyes sparkling like she just discovered a new toy. “Yeah, just a little dizzy from all the fun,” she quipped. Then, with that sparkle in her eye, she added, “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Surprisingly, I found myself digging the idea of her taking control, so I thought, fuck it, let’s see what happens. Who was I to deny a woman who could turn my legs into jelly with just a flick of her tongue?

“Alright, bossy pants,” I grunted, rolling my eyes. “What’s next on the agenda?”

I stretched across her lips like she was hiding some dirty secret, as she took my hand and led me toward the bed.

“Oh, you’ll see,” she purred, her fingers barely grazing my skin, and I was already putty in her hands, ready to do whatever the hell she wanted.

I watched her climb onto the bed, all grace and pure fire, motioning for me to follow.

Like a puppet on a string, I obeyed.

I got a boner quicker than a stripper’s earnings on payday, and I was there, rock hard and ready.

She reached out with those slender fingers of hers, barely touching me, but damn if it wasn’t electrifying.

Fuck, I wanted her.

I wanted her bad.

“Undress me,” she commanded and I was already halfway gone, under her spell.

With trembling hands and aching balls, I started unbuttoning her blouse, desperate to feel her skin against mine. But just as I grazed her flesh, she stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Whoa there, cowboy,” she said, her gaze smoldering with dominance. “I said undress me, not touch me.”

God, she was such a tease.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry and obeyed like a good little boy, stripping her down inch by torturous inch, my fingers shaking with the effort not to rip her clothes off. First her shirt, exposing that perfect, smooth skin underneath. Then her pants, dragging them down, exposing those legs I’d gladly worship for the rest of my fucking life.

When I finally unhooked her bra and those perfect tits sprang free, my mouth watered like a dog in a butcher shop. Even though I just came not too long ago, my cock twitched in agreement with renewed interest, because let’s face it, when Red was in the room, every part of me was ready for round two.

She let out a throaty ‘good boy,’ and hearing those two little words sent a thrill straight to my cock.

“Now, eat me,” she ordered me with a flick of her wrist like she owned me.

I didn’t waste a second. I reached down and yanked her panties off, exposing her dripping wet pussy and my dick throbbed so fucking hard it damn near broke in half.

She laid back, spreading her legs wide like a fucking invitation from the devil himself, and I groaned at the sight of her glistening cunt.

My nose was pressed against her warm folds, and I breathed in deeply, taking in her musky scent as saliva dripped down my chin and onto her sensitive skin below.

I started slow, teasing her clit with gentle flicks of my tongue, exploring every inch of her velvety folds. But soon enough, the hunger took over, and I dove in with reckless abandon, devouring her like a possessed man.

I savored the taste of her—intoxicating, addictive, and utterly irresistible, the way she squirmed and moaned beneath me, her fingers tangling in my hair as she urged me on.

“You taste even better than you look, little one,” I spoke barely intelligible between bites of her deliciousness.

I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me as I searched for that sweet spot. And when I found it—that little nub of nerves that made her squirm and writhe beneath me—I knew I’d hit the jackpot.

As I pumped my finger in and out of her, I felt her walls clenching around me, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust.

Fuck, she was so tight.

My teeth grazed her clit every now and then, just to keep her on edge, her breath hitching each time I did. With my free hand, I reached up and pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she cried out in pleasure.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned and her pussy convulsed around my tongue.

I bit down harder on her swollen clit, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure.

“Rogue!” she shouted my name like a fuckin prayer.

I slid my fingers underneath her legs and spread them wider apart, giving me better access to her wet folds. My tongue flicked out, lapping up her juices before I dove in deep, drinking her like I was starved. The salty taste of her pussy had me groaning as the heat from her core radiated against my face, and I slurped her up noisily, just how I fucking liked it.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp with a ferocity that damn near made my eyes water. But fuck, that only made me hungrier.

She pushed my face deeper between her thighs, her hips grinding against me, demanding more, harder like she couldn’t get enough.

“Don’t stop!” she ordered, and there was no way in hell I was gonna.

I gladly complied.

If anything, it only made me harder, knowing that she was taking control, craving for more. I wanted—no, needed—to taste every last drop of her, to drink her in like the elixir of life itself.

I moaned into her warmth as she guided me, her hips bucking against my eager mouth. My cock, already leaking precum, twitched and jumped slightly against my thigh at the sound of her order but I kept going, determined to give her everything she desired.

Her hips bucked against my mouth, her wet cunt clenching as I licked and sucked like my life depended on it. She was coming apart under me, moaning like a goddamn porn star as her orgasm hit, her creamy liquid flowed freely from her swollen nub and dripped down my throat and onto my chin. I licked her clean, swallowing every bit, savoring her like the fucking feast she was.

As her climax finally subsided, I pulled my mouth away from her wet folds and looked up at her flushed face with a satisfied smirk before licking my lips.

Watching her fall over the edge like that was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen because there was nothing in this fucking world that compared to the feeling of making a woman come apart beneath your touch.

And I would do anything—absolutely fucking anything—to see her like this again and again.