Status Updates From Rage (Wildcats)

"My girlfriend is gonna kill all of you."

"Hi Tigress"

Tigress: *shoots one of the lackeys* "Hi baby"

*him cleaning her wound ranting on and on bc she took a bullet graze that was meant for his head*

*her letting him rant for admittedly a long time*

*finishes bandage hes still ranting*

*her kisses him, his hand moving up to feel her heart beating*

Him: this always needs to be pumping for me you fucking understand?


**me:HE JUST LOVES HER SO MUCH**

He gave me a pleased nod. With another graze on my mask, he reached behind his back and pulled out a long—very long—diamond chain. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing when I was damn near losing my mind, he removed his finger from the choker and latched one end of the chain to it. A fucking leash. Dominic Park had put a diamond leash on the Crimson Tiger.

I pressed a kiss on the line between his eyebrows. “Dominic… I’ve never felt wary of you. My mind and my body have never, not even for a second, considered you a threat. There is nobody I trust more than you to not only ask for my consent but also give me exactly what I need. Your one kiss was better than all my past experiences combined.” “Fuck, baby. You’re going to be the death of me...”

Her eyes softened with understanding, and slowly, as if she were afraid I’d move away, she reached out her hand toward mine, the one that was resting on my thighs. I sat still, not wanting to spook her but needing to feel her skin against mine. My heart thudded in my chest with the raw need coursing through me, the need to feel her closer, to find that support in her.

“Are you? My friend, Dominic?” My mind screamed a big, fat no. If only she could read my thoughts or feel my cock right now. I turned to her and, with a voice like gravel, said, “Definitely not, Samaira. I’m not your friend. Not even a little bit.” By the blush coating her cheeks and the smile playing on her lips, I’d bet my entire empire on the fact that she really liked not being my friend.

Samaira managed to tame the violent rage bubbling inside me. She looked like she could slam ten guys twice her size with no effort. But when she smiled at me, when she reassured me with that surety in her eyes, she looked like the warmest person to ever exist. She made me want to snuggle her in my arms and absorb all that warmth into me, to melt the bone-chilling guilt that constantly consumed my soul.

“I really don’t want to keep calling you Tigress. Could you tell me your name?” It was as innocent a question as it could get, yet my heart raced in my chest. She snorted, but I knew in my bones that she was smiling. “But I love it when you call me Tigress. Makes me feel mighty.” My chest expanded as a smile—a downright obsessed, crushing-over-a-girl kinda smile—stretched across my face.

I needed some dark romance okay don’t judge