Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

want some company?” she questions, sliding a long red fingernail over his shoulder down to the ink that adorns his strong muscled bicep. His tee is loose-fitting, but still, I can make out every dip and peak, remembering what they feel like sweaty and naked.

Rogue doesn’t look at her. He pins me with a stare, arching his dark brow upward in question, as if he’s asking for my permission. I don’t have a hold on him, I don’t own him, so I’m not sure why he’s looking at me like that.

Rogue straightens, his hand moving toward the woman with flaming red hair. And I can’t stop my gaze from following the movement as he grips her ass under the micro-mini denim skirt. “Maybe later,” he whispers loud enough for me to hear. His dark eyes piercing me right through the chest. I don’t want to admit it, but I can’t deny I like him. I can’t stop these barreling emotions from taking hold of me.

I push away from the bar, hopping off the stool and racing for the door. Ignoring Larkin calling after me, I push it open and step out onto the cool, soft grass. I take the corner before leaning against the bricks, which are cold against my back.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, little spy,” Rogue’s voice comes from the darkness, startling me because I didn’t realize he’d followed me out. I notice the red cherry of a cigarette as it glows when he sucks on the smoke. He doesn’t come closer, giving me the space I need to focus, to breathe, to not want to punch him in the chest.

“I’m not jealous,” I tell him, turning away to face the land, which is bathed in darkness. The noise from inside filters out every time someone opens the door, and I wish I didn’t react so strongly to what he did.

“You sure about that, sweetheart?” He takes a step toward me. Now he’s right beside me, his warmth bathing me with a spicy, smoky fragrance that has me closing my eyes. This is beyond ridiculous. He’s not my boyfriend, and I have no right to even be angry with him. But I am.

“Leave me alone, Rogue,” I bite out before crossing my arms in an attempt to stop shaking.

He ignores my request, leans in, and lifts his hand, tangling a lock of my hair around his finger and tugging lightly.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you weren’t jealous I was touching another girl.” His voice is low, feral, and commanding, but there’s a hint of knowing lacing each and every word.

I do look him in the eye, but I can’t tell him what he wants to hear because I would be lying. Instead, I say, “Rogue.” His name is a warning on my lips, but I’m not sure what I’m warning him against. Or am I asking him to kiss me, or touch me? He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away from me. With our gazes locked, it feels as if there are sparks shooting through me. “Please.”

I drop my arms in a failed attempt at appearing calm, relaxed, because with him so close, I’m far from it. I’m a trembling leaf in a warm summer breeze, and it’s all his doing.

“Please?” he taunts. “Please what, little spy?” His voice drops an octave, sending heat coursing through me. The tender touch of his fingertips feather along my cheek, and I can’t help but squirm where I’m standing. My hands are trembling, but I keep them hidden behind me, holding onto the wall, feeling the rough brick under my sensitive skin. Every inch of me feels like I’m burning up, alight with want for this man. “Come on,” he says, leaning even closer to me, and that’s when I feel his lips whispering along my flesh. “Tell me all your dirty little secrets.”

My mouth falls open, but no words come out. The deep bass from inside follows us out. Thrumming beats through me as Rogue’s lips find mine. It’s not a kiss, not fully anyway, but as the sound of 2Scratch sings “I Know”, the darkness along with Rogue overwhelms me as his tongue darts out to lick at my lips. Slow, sensual, tentative as he traces the curve of my top lip before trailing down to the lower one.

“Tasty,” he murmurs along my mouth before I dart my own tongue out to taste the ring pierced through the corner of his smirk. The desire burning in his eyes scorches me, and I’m almost sure he’s about to kiss me when I hear Hack’s voice.

“Yo, man.” We both turn to find Snake’s son standing at the corner of the building watching us. “I got a lead. We need to move,” he tells Rogue but doesn’t meet my gaze.

“Give me a second,” Rogue says before glancing at me. Once we’re alone, he cups my face in his hands and holds me steady so I can’t look away. “That won’t be the last taste I get,” he informs me before offering me a wink. “I’ll see you soon.” When he turns and walks away, I want to call him back, to ask him for a proper kiss, for more of his touch, but I don’t. Instead, I watch his retreating form as he makes his way back inside, leaving me cold and confused. My feelings for him weren’t meant to be real. This was just a crush, but after our encounter, I have a feeling he’s going to do more damage than I anticipated. More damage than I could want or need. And I realize I won’t push him away.

8 Rogue

The sound of the bikes rumble through the dark night as we make our way to the city. When I learned he was so close, like only a few hundred miles away, I had to find the bastard. I’m ready to kill someone, to maim him and watch him die. For years, I’ve wanted revenge, and now