Page 14 of Savage

I had just made it into the kitchen when I was grabbed by the upper arm and swung around into Jaxon’s huge, menacing body. I almost plastered myself against his chest. His cheek was red and his eyes blazed with fire. But I wasn’t afraid of him, not in the physical sense.

I eyed my handprint, if I hadn’t been so angry, I would have admired my handiwork.

“What the fuck was that about?” he yelled down into my face. His hold on my bicep was harsh and I attempted to pull away.

“How could you?” I cried up at him.

“How could I what? Fucking kiss you?” he snapped with puzzled disbelief.

“Yes,” I panted. I was coming apart, losing it.

“It’s part of the game Wynter.”

You could tell from the muscles working in his jaw that he was grinding his teeth. Jaxon was so angry and he grasped my other arm and shook me once, hard. “Well? What the fuck?” My hair spilled down my back and I was almost afraid to look at him, but shame pushed my fear away.

“The way you kissed me. That wasn’t a game Jaxon,” I bit out, flinching as his hold on me tightened.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware of some people looking in through the kitchen windows, enjoying the drama we were creating but I didn’t care. The rest of the party had carried on, thank God.

“What? Because I put my tongue in your mouth?” he blazed, drawing me closer onto my tiptoes and getting in my face.

“Not just that, you know what I mean,” I gasped. My thoughts were jumbled.

“That’s called passion, Wynter and you fucking loved it, so enough with the offended modesty. You were with me all the way and everyone saw that.”

“I hate you, let me go,” I panted, struggling.

“You may hate me, but if I hadn’t pulled away, I would have had you flat on your back in seconds and you know it,” he stated arrogantly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I whispered in a shaky breath.

“Yes, you do, you’re not that fucking naïve. If we’d been alone, I’d have been buried inside you and you’d be screaming my name right now.”

“You’re wrong and you’re hurting my arms,” I yelled. Jaxon loosened his hold.

“And you’re a liar.”

“Let her go, man,” a voice sounded from behind us. It was Chris. Jaxon swung him a glance over his shoulder and if looks could kill.

“Fuck off, this has nothing to do with you,” Jaxon shouted.

“I mean it Jax, you need to keep your shit together. You have an audience, guests are waiting. Save whatever shit this is. Her boyfriends coming over now and we don’t want any fucking trouble.”

“Trouble? The guy couldn’t fight his way out of a plastic bag. You’d better keep him away from me Chris.”

“I mean it, Jax. Let her go. You’re hurting her.”

His words seemed to knock Jaxon out of the blind fury he was feeling and he released me, shoving me so hard, I almost fell over.

“Fuck this shit,” Jaxon snarled, spinning around, and storming out through the backdoor. Shoving roughly passed a horrified Dominic with whom I made brief eye contact.

I swung away from Chris and Dom, tears running down my face and made my way up to my room.

As I threw myself onto my bed, within seconds, my pillow was soaking. I felt so embarrassed. I should have just stood up and walked back to my place in the circle with my head held high, acting like it didn’t mean anything. But then I would have been lying to myself. Jaxon had left his mark on me during our first kiss the night of the alarm, and my body now had an extreme craving for his touch. Today, I hadn’t been able to lie and hide it and now everyone would know. I was a slut and I lusted after my stepbrother who hated me.

A knock on the door forced me to sit up. It was Chris.

“Are you OK?”

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