“We’ll figure it out—together,” he confirms and my stomach twists.

“I almost killed you tonight.” Guilt is a fickle emotion. It’s relentless.

He laughs, flashing his pearly whites. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I lean up on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his. Warmth fills my body until it turns to fire and ripples down my legs and settles in my stomach. He picks me up from the backs of my thighs and walks me back into the bathroom.

“I thought you had to go downstairs.”

“They can wait,” he growls over my lips, kicking the bathroom door closed to shut off from Wolf. Flicking the silk strap off my shoulder, he bites down on the curve of my jaw, his hand coming to my breast. He flicks my nipple before sucking my tongue into his mouth. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he turns me over to the back, wrapping my long hair around his wrist and tugging backward on it until I come face-to-face with both of us in the mirror.

The lighting hits the outline of his jaw, displaying the rose tattoo on his neck. “What’s with the rose, and be honest.”

“Oh, you mean the Ruby Rose tattoo?” His eyes turn gentle on mine, but his grip tightens.

My heart fractures in my chest, this time to let him in. Can’t believe he did that. He enters me from behind and I moan out a yelp. His hand slams over my mouth as he takes me from behind. Hard, fast, his grip around my waist enough to leave a bruise. Two seconds later, I crash around him and release, collapsing into his arms when he tucks himself back into his jeans. Spinning me around, he moves my hair away from my face and presses a kiss onto my lips.

“That was for you, not me. I’ll be back later but don’t stay up.” He kisses the dried blood on my neck. “I’ll fuck you in your sleep.”

My thighs clench, a soft moan leaving my lips. “Please do.”

When he turns to leave, I fold my arms in front of me. “Where you going?”

He looks over his shoulder. “To fill the brothers in. Go to sleep, Ruby.” I wait until he’s left before finally falling into bed, ignoring the pain of Victor. Wicked’s love is potent enough to drown out any daddy issues I could possibly get from this.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The MC has always been a family. I think it’s why I found a home within the confinements of the clubhouse, because I never had that growing up. Everything there was a mask, fake, because they had to be.