Page 7 of Savage

He drew back and stared down at me, annoyance, and something else lurking in those dark depths of his eyes. Whatever that emotion was, it was much more disturbing than his discontent. I watched, feeling helpless as a muscle jumped in his jaw.

“The way you eye-fuck me at every opportunity. It’s downright pathetic.”

Shame thudded through me as he was right. He was an ape and horrible to me but I was attracted to him nonetheless. Anything with a pulse would be attracted to Jaxon.

He was purposefully crowding me and I knew I should try and push him away, but I couldn’t raise my hands.

“You wouldn’t be able to take me anyway sunshine.” His husky purr sunk through my skin despite the brittle tone.

I could feel the heat from his body enveloping me. “You’re disgusting,” I panted, averting my eyes from his impenetrable stare.

“That may be the case, but you’re still panting for it. Did you burn the popcorn on purpose, just to get my attention?” Bollocks to that. At that moment, if Jaxon was on fire and I had water, I’d drink it.

I turned my head away almost suffocated by his nearness and that heat coming off his body in waves. Jaxon lifted a hand and grabbed my chin in a firm grip, forcing my face back. My eyes widened as they locked on his. Considering he was a fitness expert his hands had always felt rough; like he’d worked with them in some capacity in the past.

And then something odd happened. Jaxon’s face softened slightly and he no longer looked cross. His gaze skittered over my features like a caress and for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me. My mouth was still parted, like an invitation. His eyes dropped to my lips briefly before he lifted his head. His expression masked again. “Clear up your shit and stay away from the kitchen, you ditzy little cow.”

His words were biting. “I’ve said I’m sorry.”

Jaxon’s mouth moved to the cuff of my ear again, his entire frame pushing into me. “If you pull this sort of shit again. You will be.”

I felt the tell-tale sign of tears and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I raised my hands and pushed at Jaxon’s chest but he remained exactly where he was. He was so much bigger and stronger than me and he was not ashamed of pointing that out.

Running out of energy, I exhaled and drew my hands against my chest. “Please move Jaxon,” I panted.

“I could say make me, but since you beg so prettily, you can go.” And he dropped his arms and stepped back.

As I twisted past him and raced from the room, he belted as I retreated, “Stay out of the kitchen.”

I hurried to my room and slammed the door, holding back my tears. Arguments were not good for my composure.

Grabbing some tissues, I walked over to my bed and sat down.

I couldn’t believe Jaxon had brought up that night when the alarm went off, considering what had happened between us. My stepbrother had rugby-tackled me to the floor, believing me to be an intruder. He had brought me down from behind, it had been so dark. How he hadn’t broken my ribs was a miracle, he was so much bigger than me. As his body had connected with mine, he’d realised his mistake and attempted to soften the impact of his chest against my back.

That night would forever be in my memory. Jaxon had spun me around on the hard floor, shining his iPhone torch in my face, looming on top of me. Once he’d seen it was me, relief had pooled into his features.

“What the hell Wynter, I could have hurt you,” he husked, his breath uneven.

He’d then gone to push himself off me before he’d noticed I was only wearing a bra and shorts. It had been a hot night and I had wanted a drink of water.

His usual scornful look had swiftly switched to one of curiosity and desire and after a beat or two, Jaxon lowered his mouth and kissed me. That kiss had plundered my soul and sexual awareness had rolled through me like thunder.

That was the first and last time and I would never forget the way his mouth had felt against mine, how his tongue had so forcefully entered my mouth. Filling me, plunging in and out. His elbows had been on either side of my head, his chest crushing my breasts and my own hands had slid into his hair as I opened for him, letting him in. Our mouths fused in reckless passion.

It had only lasted seconds but I’d felt how his body had hardened against mine.

Jaxon had then pulled himself back and rolled off me, pushing to his feet with a curse.

Those words he had hissed still rang through my head. “Go back to bed before I take what’s so blatantly on offer.”

I’d shot up those stairs like a bullet from a gun, as if the devil was on my heels and he was, sort of.

We had never spoken of that incident, but it had always silently loomed there between us.

Irrespective of his personal feelings about me, when it came to sex, Jaxon’s body was as weak as mine.

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