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

heat of him warms me. Even though I know my mother would have a heart attack if she were to walk in on us right now, for a moment, I pretend I’m someone else. I make believe I’m not Trinity James, and I’m not a girl who’s doing something bad.

“I know that if my lips and your lips touch right now, we’ll change everything. Our paths will cross, they’ll tangle together, and something tells me once that happens, we won’t be able to go back.”

Tipping my head to the side, I regard him for a moment before asking, “Do you want to go back? Or would you want to?” I don’t know why his answer is so important to me. This isn’t a forever thing between us—it’s a crush. A short-lived moment I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life.

“Maybe not.” Rogue leans forward, his hands still possessively holding onto me as if I were about to disappear. Or perhaps it’s the thought of me disappearing that has him holding on so tight.

“Maybe not?”

He shakes his head. “My name is Devlin,” he tells me suddenly. “I’m not exactly good for you,” he continues, his nose touching mine, his lips whispering over mine. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey, and I inhale the scent of him, knowing that if he were to ever leave, I’d always remember that smell.

“Devlin,” I test his name, enjoying the feel of the syllables on my tongue. A smile graces his usually stoic expression, and I’m floored at just how handsome he is. My gaze drops to his mouth. His lip ring glints in the light. The fullness of his lower lip pouts, making me want to pull it between my teeth and bite down, gently. Just enough to earn me a groan of pleasure. I flick my tongue out to taste him, and I trail a taunting path over the pinkish flesh before doing just what I want, biting down until his fingers dig painfully into my hips. The groan that vibrates through his chest into mine makes me smile.

The moment I let go, his left hand comes up to pull me against him, and he kisses me. It’s all-consuming how his flavor and his dominance overpower me, taking me into the depths of desire and darkness with him. His fingers tangle in my hair as he grips me, holding my head steady. I allow him the control. The softness of his tongue dances along mine, and he steals my breath, my moans and whimpers, and he takes me on a sensual ride that has my panties wet with need.

I don’t know how long we sit there, tangled in each other, but when Rogue finally pulls away, I open my eyes and find his—black as night—staring right through me.

10

Rogue

Her gaze is shiny. Need and lust burn in those depths as she looks at me. It’s as if she’s seeing me—not Rogue the biker, not the bad boy who did stupid shit and caused the death of two of the most important people in his life. It’s like she’s looking at me, Devlin, the man who wants to be real.

And I do. I want to be that for her. So fucking badly. But I’m not sure I can. I don’t know if I’m capable of changing. And I’m almost certain I’ll never be worthy of her, but the way she’s staring at me right now, a small niggle of surety tells me I could try to be.

“I may be younger than most of the guys in the club, and I can easily kill and watch blood drip from wounds I caused without faltering or feeling guilt. But with you, I’m fucking scared.”

“Scared of what?” There’s an innocence to her question. She doesn’t see the violence in my veins and the sinister need that races through my blood. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tipping her head back so our gazes lock and hold.

“How you make me want to be good.” My admission is husky, raw with emotion. “And I’m not good. I’m not even a fucking gentleman,” I grit through clenched teeth. My jaw ticks painfully when I think about my past littered with darkness and drenched in blood.

“You keep saying that, but . . .” She shrugs. Her eyes are glassy as she regards me. Her cheeks a soft shade of pink that makes her otherwise olive complexion beautiful, and I wonder what she’d look like when she orgasms. Would her lips part on a soft breath, or would she scream my name the way I want her to?

“But?”

“I don’t know. You don’t seem so bad.” Her naive honesty makes me smile.

Oh, if only you knew, little spy. “It’s only because you’re sitting on my dick that you think so,” I tell her, arching a brow, causing her cheeks to darken to a deep red.

Trinity pushes off my lap, standing on wobbly legs, and I can’t help but grin at her. The need to see her shy, see her innocence, makes me want to continue our little game. I swallow back some more bourbon, which burns on the way down my throat.

“Pushing me away doesn’t make you any stronger,” she tells me, crossing her arms over her chest, making those pert little tits look larger than they are. “Being on your own may feel good, and it may even get you by for a while, but it doesn’t let you live your life. Just like you told me to do the other night.”

Tipping my head to the side, I consider her words before I push to my feet and loom over her. She’s much shorter than me, and when our gazes lock, I notice how she trembles. There’s nothing more I want right now than to pull her into my arms and feel her melt against me. But a girl like her needs stability, a relationship, and both of those are what I’m incapable of giving her.

Not that I’d