We're winding down here, maybe four or five chapters left in Victor and Roslyn's saga. (Sorry Cew, I know you wanted Logan and Roslyn together, but it didn't feel right. Good news, I'm going to write a Logan fanfic. So look for that in the future.) Without further ado, here's the newest. R.R.E.

It felt good to be in his arms again. But there's something I realized, something I probably knew all along. Love does not negate anger. And I had a lot of it.

While Victor was holding me, I balled up my fist and slammed it into his cheek. His head snapped back and he stumbled back.

"Roslyn what the fuck?"

I looked at him, and felt a dangerous smile creep up on me.

"I love you, but you cheated on me, and now I'm gonna make you pay."

"Roslyn baby, you don't want to fight me."

He had a cocky grin on his face that both turned me on and pissed me off at the same time. I launched at him, raking my claws through the flesh on his chest. He pushed me away easily, but I got back up and came at him. He caught my wrists with one of his massive hands and hoisted me into the air. My toes were just barely touching the floor. He tssked me, wagging a finger in front of my face. I swung my leg back and slammed it into crotch. He dropped me, and bent over, nursing his boys. I grinned.

"I can't say I know how that feels, but the pain's nothing compared to what I felt, listening to that blue whore tell me about the two of you."

He looked up, his eyes wide, his face still slightly pained.

"She what?"

"Told me everything. Spared no detail."

Victor stood up and ran a hand over his face.

"Should have gutted the bitch when I had the chance."

"You should have never have touched her in the first place."

He nodded.

"She found a picture of you in my bag."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"She's a shifter. She looked like you."

My brows came together in thought. She came to him looking like me?

"And you didn't find that at all suspicious? That I found you in a secret base, guarded by powerful mutants?"

"It was after I took the booster. I was...messed up."

I wasn't sure if I believed him or not. And he saw that.

"I realized it wasn't you and threw her out."

"Was that before or after you fucked her for the hundredth time?"

He looked confused.

"I don't know."

I was glad I ripped her throat out. The bitch waited until he was messed up and then shifted to look like me. She took advantage of him, though I would never say that out loud to him.

I sighed. Love was about faith, about trust. And sometimes going out on a limb for someone.

"I'm going to go ahead and believe what your telling me to be the truth."

He nodded and then went to move toward me, but thought better of it.

"Your not going to kick me again are you?"

I smiled at him.

"I got it out of my system."

"Good, because you ever do that again, I'll..."

"Don't threaten me Victor. Your already on thin ice here."

His face blanked, and then he threw his head back and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You."

I'm not sure what was humorous about this situation. But Victor was his own man.

"Are we ok now?"

I thought about it.

"Yeah, we're okay."

He strode over and encircled me in his arms. He kissed the top of my head over and over.

"You gonna tell me what happened between you and Mystique?"
I looked up at him. How did he know?"

"What?"

"Your shirt was stained with blood."

"How do you know it's not mine."

"Heightened senses Roslyn. I could smell her."

I bit my lip.

"I got carried away, lost control."

"You didn't lose control baby, you finally followed your instincts. Listened to the animal."

I looked at him, and he was grinning, his canines gleaming in the light.

"How was it?"

"Dangerously addictive. I can't go down that path again. I'll lose myself."

He nodded and held me tighter.

"I won't let you."

Victor hooked a claw under my chin and made me look at him.

"I'm the beast Roslyn, and your my beauty."

I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. I felt his lips curve into a smile as they touched mine. It was the first time we had kissed since this whole mess had started. I felt the rush, the blood in my veins turn hot. Only he could do this to me. He could turn me on with a look, a chaste touch. A kiss.

"Hmm..." Victor said as he inhaled deeply through his nose

"Still my girl."

"Always."

He grinned and kissed me again, this time with intense passion. His tongue invaded my mouth, reclaiming his territory. I fought him, making him work for it.

"You telling me no Roslyn?"

"Just making you work for it."

"I love a good fight."

He picked me up, my legs wrapping around his hips as he pushed us against the wall. I was all for impromptu sex, but not in the cell block of Charles's mansion.

"Not here Victor."

He ignored me and started kissing my neck. I put my hands on his face and forced him to look at me.

"What if someone walks in?"

He grinned.

"I don't give a shit."

Time to drop the L bomb.

"What if Logan walked in? I don't want him seeing me naked Victor."

His head snapped up and over to the door. I would never tell him that Logan had seen me nearly naked once. We were renovating the house and I was in the shower downstairs while he and Remy worked in the next room. The drywall cracked and fell, shattering the shower door and raining glass all over me. It also let a sizable hole in the wall, from which both Remy and Logan got a pretty good gander at me in my birthday suit.

He set me down. I knew it would work. It always did. Logan was an instant turn off for him.

"Let's go home."

"Okay."

He took my hand, and we started walking toward the door before he stopped. He turned around and looked at me.

"You can't go upstairs in that. Give the runt a heart attack."

He started unbuttoning his shirt. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched him. He seemed larger, his muscles bigger, and his abs were more defined. I stared at him, the heat beginning to pool between my legs.

He raised an eyebrow at me as I stared.

"Careful Roslyn, we might not make it home."

He moved forward to hand me the shirt and I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me and cocked his head.

"How big do you think the cot is in there?"

He grinned and was on me in a second. I couldn't help it. Victor brought out the bad girl in me. I giggled as he picked me up and ran back into the ruined cell. He flopped me down on the small, hard bed and pulled my tank top over my head. He slammed his chest down on mine, growling at the feel of my erect nipples on his bare chest. He devoured my mouth, grinding his jean covered groin on me.

"Victor..."

He sat up quickly, undoing his pants and releasing his cock. He slid a hand up and down his shaft a few times, grinning at me as he did so.

"Need help?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and laughed. He let go of his cock and reached for my underwear. I lifted my hips as he slid them down.

"Hmmm. I can already taste you."

He kissed the inside of my knee, moving slowly up. He licked and kissed his way to my slit. He took a long, slow lap, starting low and working his way up. I shivered with pleasure, my skin alive with pleasure.

He reached my clit and began sucking on it. Hard. I felt the slow, hot build. My breathing was ragged, and I was having trouble staying silent. I grabbed his hair, pulling on it hard. He groaned into my pussy.

He pulled away, licking his lips.

"So good."

He was at my entrance, teasing me. I moaned and rolled up hips up toward him. He growled at me, grabbing my hips and slamming into me. I threw my head back, reveling in the feeling of him inside me.

"Ahhh, fuck Roslyn."

He started moving in and out slowly. I moaned as he hit the spot over and over. He leaned forward so his forearms were resting by my head. He kissed me and picked up the pace.

"Mine," he moaned as he picked up the pace.

I started moving my hips with him, trying to speed it up. He got the message, and began drilling into me.

"Oh god, oh god Victor. Oh!"

He grabbed my hips and flipped us so I was riding him.

"Ride me baby."

I began grinding on him as hard as I could. I used his shoulders for leverage. I watched as he stared at me. He looked at me so intensely, that it made me self conscious. I looked away.

"Look at me Roslyn."

I turned back to him, slowing my pace.

"Don't slow down, ride me hard baby. Get yours."

I started riding him again, keeping eye contact with him. It wasn't until I felt my orgasm close at hand that I broke away from his hypnotizing stare. I threw my head back and screamed out my pleasure. Victor flipped us back over, positioning me so I was on my hands and knees. He entered my hard, getting his now.

I moaned and groaned. This was one of the best positions. He went so deep. I felt heat again as he pounded into me. His thrusts lost rhythm, and I knew he was coming. I squeezed down on him hard, as he continued to pound me. I came as he pounded and screamed into the mattress. I heard him roar and felt his weight drop down onto me. He pulled out and rolled onto his back, breathing hard.

I slipped my hand over and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. He grunted and I said,

"I think this is my favorite part of you."

He grabbed me and pulled me flush to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, while he played with my left hand.

"It's definitely a large part of who I am."

I laughed at his ego. He kept turning looking at my left hand, turning it this way and that.

"What are you doing?"

"I think you need a bigger diamond."

I looked at my hand, remembering the size of the other one.

"I like the ring I have now."

"The ring you threw at me?"

I nodded my head.

"yeah."

"I got rid of that one."

I sat up.

"You got rid of my wedding ring!"

He grinned and leaned over the side of the bunk. I leaned over, trying to see. He gave me a gentle push backwards.

"No peeking Roslyn."

I felt my curiosity peak. He sat back up, his fists clenched. I waited, and he just sat there.

"VICTOR!"

He grinned.

"Pick a hand."

I looked down and studied his hands. I couldn't tell which one. So I went with his dominant hand.

"The right one."

He raised an eyebrow and opened his right hand. Inside was a ring. With a massive diamond. I looked at Victor with wide eyes.

He grabbed my left hand and slid the ring on. It was definitely big. And showy. He looked at it and smiled.

"That's better."

I shook my head.

"It's beautiful."

"It's just a rock. Your beautiful."

He tucked a piece of fly away hair behind my ear and I smiled.