Rogue (Damaged Devils Book 9), page 7
Before Scott even understood what happened, his body jerked. A cry tore from his throat. His dick pulsed as every drop of cum in his balls got pulled from him by the soul-sucking toy.
Anton chuckled again. This time, it sounded eviler than the last. “Told you so. Now give me another.” He held the toy in place so Scott couldn’t get away from it. After just blowing, the powerful suction was almost painful. He whimpered. Anton showed no mercy. In no time, the familiar pressure grew, climbing his cock. The desperation built once more. He tried not to squirm and hurt his injuries, but it was hard. Sounds came from him he didn’t recognize. They were almost inhuman. Anton watched his every reaction, as if memorizing them.
Scott’s every muscle seized. Then another blinding orgasm nearly took him out. While still crying out in ecstasy, Anton’s mouth covered his. Their tongues played. This time, Anton set him free from the evil toy.
Scott hadn’t been ready for the mind-blowing experience. He babbled between kisses. “I love you. Goddamn. You’re so amazing. I love you so much.”
Anton pulled away and tossed the toy aside. He climbed onto the bed, settling next to Scott for more kisses and cuddles. “I love you too, beautiful. Let me hold you a little while before I make you fly again.”
A whimper escaped Scott as Anton’s mouth covered his. It would likely be a long night. Scott was here for every minute.
Scott tasted so fucking amazing. Anton never got enough. He wasn’t ashamed to admit his life had been changed by Scott. At some point, he had put his heart and soul on lockdown, protecting them from being destroyed by his past. Then this amazing man had come along and dragged him back into the land of the living. He had breathed new life into him. It occurred to Anton maybe Scott should know about the miracle he had achieved.
Anton pulled away and kissed the tip of Scott’s nose. He nuzzled Scott’s neck, hiding his face from Scott. “You changed me. For the better,” he tacked on before Scott got the wrong idea. “Before you, I didn’t think I could feel anything anymore. That was stripped from me as a kid.” Anton settled in next to Scott and held him even closer while he confessed everything. The emotion bled from Anton’s voice. He couldn’t help it. Anton had to separate himself from the past. “When I was eleven, I was sold. The orphanage where I lived, they simply handed me off to this group of men with zero remorse. They took me to live in a different group home. One with cages instead of bedrooms. With buckets instead of bathrooms.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
At Scott’s whispered words, Anton met his stare. “I do, because you deserve to know how fucked I am and how much your love has restored me.”
Scott’s eyes looked misty, but he nodded.
Anton continued. “We were all of various ages, from nine to seventeen. They tattooed us with numbers, and that’s what we were called. Our names were stripped from us. If we wanted to eat, we had to fight for it, weeding out the weak. I learned very quickly that trying to protect anyone smaller and younger would only cause me to be forced to watch the men slit their throat. It was best to retreat into a shell and look out for yourself. The things I saw and did should make you run from me.”
“You were a kid trying to survive. That’s something I understand more than you know.”
Anton stared at Scott, silently willing him to be as honest as he had been.
Scott’s gaze skirted away. He cleared his throat. It was an uncomfortable sound. “You know how I said my mom couldn’t handle me so she would lock me away? It was a bit worse than that.” He cleared his throat again. “She used to handcuff me to this bar in the bathroom. Even though I was less than a foot from the toilet, I’d be left to piss and shit on myself while I starved and begged. I don’t know if she even heard me. Likely, she wasn’t even there. I’d stay that way until she remembered me. The bigger I got, the less it happened. Until she married Tim.” Scott fell silent for a moment. He took a shaky breath that ripped at Anton’s heart. “Tim had no trouble pinning me down to bind me.” Scott’s gaze moved back to holding Anton’s stare. His eyes were red rimmed. “When those guys took me and chained me, I was right back to those days. My mind froze. I couldn’t see anything but the terror of my youth. It paralyzed me. I couldn’t fight back.”
Anton stroked any place he could reach that wouldn’t hurt Scott. “You survived. Thank God for whatever you did in those hours because you made it. It would’ve killed me if you hadn’t. I went crazy that night. No one would let me rush in to save you. I wanted to burn this house down so I could go to you.”
Scott stroked his cheek.
Anton turned his head and kissed Scott’s palm. He inhaled, taking in Scott’s scent. “I love you,” he mumbled against Scott’s hand. “Promise me you won’t leave and take your love with you.”
“I swear I won’t.”
Anton’s eyes fell closed at Scott’s vow. He turned his head and met Scott’s stare. “Move in with me permanently. Let me take care of you.”
Scott nodded.
It was enough of an answer for Anton. He captured Scott’s mouth, sealing their next step with a kiss. While it was true, they came from dark pasts and would likely stumble a lot, Anton believed in them. They would be beautiful together.
Chapter Eleven
Scott bounced on his toes on the mat. His huge grin distracted Anton. With a quick leg sweep, Scott took Anton down. A surprised laugh burst from Anton as his back smacked the mat. They had spent three months practicing Scott’s fighting skills since he healed enough to get started.
Before Anton could roll to his feet, Scott straddled him. “I got you.”
Anton ran his hands up Scott’s thighs. “You did. I’m proud of you.”
Scott beamed.
They were alone inside the home gym. Everyone else had gone out for the day. Anton hadn’t asked where. He loved these quiet moments with Scott. Sometimes, in a house filled with dozens of guards, it felt like they were never alone.
“Are we done for the day?”
Anton rolled, pinning Scott to the mat. “If you want.”
Scott snagged the back of Anton’s head and pulled him down for a kiss. The moment Anton relaxed, getting into things, Scott pulled a quick move that had Anton’s back smacking the mat again.
With a loud laugh, Scott popped to his feet. “I want.” He held his hand out to Anton to help him stand. “Come on. I have something to show you.”
Scott didn’t release Anton’s hand as he headed down the hall. They passed a guard, making Anton wonder if Rian was back already. The guard handed Scott something as he passed. Anton’s hackles rose. Scott bled sensuality and charm. Despite Anton’s resting murderer face, people often still risked life and limb to shoot their shot. If that guard had passed his number along, Anton would kill him.
He waited until they reached their bedroom before showing his jealousy. “What did he hand you?” He growled the question. There was no stopping it.
Scott tossed a laughing glance his way. “Would you just get inside? I have a surprise for you.”
He wasn’t appeased. Scott’s surprise had better be good. It had to be enough to stop Anton from going after that guard. Anton stormed past Scott and threw open their bedroom door. He froze. Everyone was crowded inside their room, including Warden and Sean, who didn’t even live there any longer. “Why are you all here?” Confusion had him turning Scott’s way, looking for answers.
Scott was on one knee, holding out a ring. “What do you say? Will you make an honest man out of me?”
Anton was shocked speechless. Luckily, he regained his voice before he ruined things. “Fuck yeah.”
Scott snorted as Anton pulled him to his feet. Their lips met. Congratulations rang out behind them. When Anton pulled away, he smiled so hard, his face hurt. Champagne appeared. Someone handed him flowers from Scott. Anton’s throat swelled a little as he looked at the roses. No one had ever given him flowers. He couldn’t believe Scott had pulled this together without him finding out and ruining things.
Scott glanced his way, catching him at a weak moment. His smile fell. “Are you okay?” He leaned closer, dropping his voice for only Anton’s ears. “I realize I put you on the spot. If you want to say no, you can. I’ll love you no matter what.”
The gut-check reaction Anton had at the thought of not marrying Scott nearly brought him to his knees. In a matter of minutes, he was already addicted to the idea of being Scott’s husband. “It’s not that. No one has ever given me flowers or celebrated me like this. It just hit me harder than I expected. There’s nothing I want more than to be your husband.”
Scott pressed a quick kiss to Anton’s lips. “You’re mine now. Get ready to be celebrated a lot.”
Anton smiled. He had never felt the way Scott made him feel. That was a good thing. Everything before him had been terrible. “I love you.”
Scott flashed him a smile. “I love you too.”
For a moment, while everyone else buzzed around them, they held each other’s stare. It was as if everyone had disappeared. Anton didn’t truly understand how they had gone from being just a hookup to the best goddamn thing that ever happened to him. He wouldn’t change a thing about them. Scott was his best friend and his lover. Soon, he would be Anton’s husband. He couldn’t ask for a better life.
The room felt eerily quiet with all the commotion cleared. With his leg resting across Anton’s hips, he snuggled as closely as he could in the bed they would share for the rest of their lives. It was never close enough for Scott’s heart.
Anton’s fingertips skimmed the back of his arm, trailing up and down, making goosebumps rise on Scott’s skin. “What did Cinead hand you? In the hall earlier,” he clarified, as if Scott didn’t know what he meant.
“Your ring.”
“Why did he have it?”
Scott hid a smile against Anton’s chest. He was always so openly jealous. Scott loved it. He had never felt more wanted. “Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when we were snuggling just like this? I wrapped that string around your finger, toying with you.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s how I measured your ring size and found out your ring wouldn’t fit. I’d planned to do this that weekend, but I wanted you to be able to wear your ring. So I gave it to Cinead to have it resized. He picked it up for me while Kylian gathered everyone and decorated for me.”
Anton kissed his head. “You’re too damn sneaky.”
Scott moved up onto his elbow so he could see Anton’s face. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
A smirk played on Anton’s lips. “In this case, it’s a good thing.”
Mollified, Scott settled back down into Anton’s arms. “I promise to always use my powers for good.”
“I appreciate that.”
Scott kissed Anton’s chest. “So… when do you want to get married?”
“Yesterday.”
Anton’s answer was so rapid-fire, Scott laughed. “Okay. Do you want a big wedding? An intimate gathering? Something in between? A Vegas drive-by? How do you see this going down?”
“However, I can marry you the fastest.” Anton paused for a second before adding, “But I want to give you your ring first.”
Scott goosed his side. “You’d better get to shopping, then.”
Anton went silent for a moment. When he spoke, he sounded slightly guilty. “Actually, it’s in my sock drawer.”
Scott flew back up onto his elbow. “What?”
A sheepish smile touched Anton’s lips. He looked away as he quietly responded. “I planned to ask you to marry me next week on Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday.”
“Oh, my god.” The words came out in a horrified whisper. He had a bad feeling he had just ruined an amazing surprise. “How did you plan to ask me?”
Anton bit his bottom lip. He looked like he didn’t want to answer until Scott goosed him again. He sighed. “I planned to ask you to carve pumpkins with me, but us not show each other our pumpkins until we finished. Then I would carve ‘Will you marry me?’ into my pumpkin.”
Scott covered his mouth. “No. I ruined that.”
Anton winced.
Scott dropped his hand. “There’s more?”
“I had two rings wrapped. One in a candy wrapper and one in a tiny trick box. That way, you could choose trick or treat.”
Horror ran through Scott. “Oh, my fucking God.” He had never been angrier with himself.
Thankfully, Anton saved him. The way he always did. “Now I’m thinking, why don’t we get married on Halloween instead? We could dress up in costumes and throw a costume party. There could be a smoke machine, apple bobbing, and campy Halloween songs.”
The more Anton spoke, the deeper in love Scott fell. “Yes. I want that.”
They stared at each other wearing matching stupid grins, and Scott knew they would have the best life together. No one had ever dared to dive into his head before the way Anton had done. Anton had set up shop in there and refused to budge. That took a strength not just anyone would have. No matter what it took, Scott silently swore they would have the greatest happily ever after until death parted them. He would give his life for them. That would never change.
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About the Author
Charity Parkerson is an award-winning and multi-published author with several companies. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. One of her greatest loves is writing morally gray characters. You’ll find them scattered throughout her hundreds of titles.
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Content
Content Warning: Damaged Devils is a dark romance series that deals with dark subjects. There is murder, sexual assault, abuse, kidnapping, some dubcon, and power dynamic relationships. These are anti-hero books. They won't be for everyone.
Charity Parkerson, Rogue (Damaged Devils Book 9)
