Page 72 of Save Me

And dammit, I’m in the mood to let him.

“One more lie, and I’m going to use the handcuffs. I’ll have to keep you chained in my fucking house forever.”

“Fuck you,” I say, but the bite is taken off of my curse due to the tremble in my voice.

“Trust me, baby, I’m planning to.” His eyes drop to my lips. “Whether I let you come or not when I do is up to you.”

His lips cover mine in an instant. A sigh of relief and pleasure spills from me.

Dae devours my mouth in a way that stakes his claim.

You’re mine his kiss says. No, it demands.

But I refuse to allow myself to admit to that. Not yet. It’s too early, and I’ve never wanted to belong to someone.

Slowly, his hand moves from my throat to my hip. The loss of his hand around my throat sends a wave of sadness through me. It doesn’t last long because he uses that hand to hoist me over his shoulder.

I yelp. “Dae, what are you doing?”

He lets his actions answer for him. He kicks off his shoes and somehow removes my shoes, leaving both pairs by the door. He quickly moves from the door to a staircase.

I’m only able to make out small bits and pieces of his home due to the darkness and the fact that I’m hanging over his shoulder upside down.

He charges up the stairs, taking them two at a time like I weigh nothing.

I want to slap myself to get it together. I shouldn’t like his manhandling.

But when he tosses me in his huge, soft bed, I can’t ignore the sensations that move through my body. Dae looks like a king standing at the foot of the bed, staring down at me.

“I told you the next time you’d stay with me the entire night,” he says. “But just because you wanted to play around and ignore me for two days, I’m making you stay the entire weekend.

His eyes narrow. “You’re lucky if I let you wear clothes for the next two days.”

I go to tell him off, but he grabs my ankle and drags me to the edge of the bed. His hands rip, tear, and tug at my clothing. I can’t catch my breath before I’m stripped naked.

I expect him to behave like a deranged animal and climb on top of me. Honestly, at this point, I’m close to begging him for it.

He surprises me when he steps back.

Dae grabs a remote from the nightstand beside his bed and turns on the overhead lights. They’re dim but bright enough to allow us to see one another.

His eyes move greedily over my body. The flare of his nostrils reveals that he’s holding himself back.

“What if I don’t want to stay the entire weekend?” It’s a silly question, considering I’m the one naked on his bed while he looms over me, still clothed.

A low, growling sound emanates from this throat, and he pulls me by the leg against his body at the end of the bed. My butt halfway hangs off of the mattress. If not for his body, I’d fall off.

He spreads my thighs wide, revealing the most intimate part of my body to him.

Groaning, I let my head fall back when his fingers brush against my pussy lips. My breath catches when he starts making tiny circles against my clitoris.

“Look how wet you are for me already.” His voice is a mix of tight, rigid anger and deep need.

“Dae,” I whisper when he inserts a finger inside of me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say please, asking for something I can’t even put into words.

“You get this wet for me and dare to think I won’t keep you here for the next two days? After you’ve ignored me?”

Smack.

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