Page 26 of Savage Game
He pulled her closer and glared at her. “Don’t try to dismiss me like that, you pathetic little whore. Maybe you think you’re something in the fancy clothes and shoes, but you’re still the one who fucks for money.” He spat the words at her, and spittle hit her face and chest in wet, warm splotches. “You’re my bitch of a wife, and in about two weeks you’ll pay for your arrogance.”
Her esophagus burned with the bile threatening to rise, and the enraged expression on Liam’s face scared her, but her fear didn’t even come close to the terror threatening to pull her under when he whispered with menace, “I’ll make sure Michael will be there to welcome you home, fucking cunt.”
Blood roared in her ears as Byron and Mr. Dennehy sidled up to her sides and flanked her.
“Is there a problem here?”
Byron’s voice sounded almost as menacing as Liam’s had. Only where she wanted to run and hide at Liam’s tone, Byron’s made her feel safe and wanting to burrow into his embrace.
“Nope.” Liam popped the ‘p’. “Not a problem whatsoever. Just a little heart-to-heart with my wife.” He sneered at them both, “Enjoy your time,” and staggered away, bumping into a couple before the crowd swallowed him.
12
Day Twelve
Around two o’clock in the morning, they returned to the penthouse. Byron thanked Hans and bid him good night before pulling a near-catatonic Charlotte from the Tesla. With his hand on the small of her back, Byron guided her through the side entry and into the quiet hall.
Their footsteps echoed through the silent corridor, hers a light and fast click-clack, his footfall heavier and uneven despite his effort not to favor his knee. Charlotte was white and withdrawn and only a ghost of the vibrant woman who had enhanced his home and improved his life for nearly two weeks now.
She stayed subdued as he led her into the private elevator and didn’t say a word as they entered his home. Robotically, she allowed him to guide her through the penthouse and into his bedroom—their bedroom!
Damn fucking Liam Randall! He was going to rip the little bastard apart like the fucking asshole did his woman—his being Byron’s—not Randall’s. She might legally be bound to the cruel sonofabitch right now, but her mind, body, and soul belonged to him.
Byron was done pussyfooting around. Time to take off the gloves.
She’s mine.
He held her head between his hands and took hungry possession of her mouth. Taking full advantage of her small gasp, he swept his tongue in. Her small hands fisted on his shoulders, but she didn’t push him away. He slanted his head and drew her tongue into his mouth, giving her his in return. Not letting her go, he feasted on her lips and tongue as he’d wanted for almost two weeks now. Being secured and overpowered didn’t frighten her, he would bet his extensive stock-market portfolio on it. She enjoyed the hell out of his control.
He let go of her face and roamed his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, where he shackled her wrists and brought them to the small of her back. She arched into his hold, and her breasts brushed against his chest. Distracting her with kisses to her neck and jaw, he used his size and bulk to press her backward toward the bed.
She gasped when the mattress hit the back of her legs, and he claimed her mouth again. She practically melted under the sensual onslaught. He pressed on, letting go of her hands, so she could brace herself on the bed, and he followed her down, still kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her tongue and lips.
When he tried to pull back, he noticed he couldn’t. Charlotte had wrapped her arms and legs around him like a vice. Caressing her limbs, he untangled them carefully and propped himself up to one elbow so he could see her face. Her pupils were dilated, and her face and neck were flushed. She showed all the signs of an aroused woman–still...
“I want to make your body tremble with pleasure, and I want you to drench the bedding with your juices. Are you all right with that?”
Her back arched, and her nipples pebbled into hardened points. Indulging them both, Byron stroked the back of his hand over the extended tips, making sure to keep the touch light as a feather, as he waited for her answer. She licked her lips, and more heat ignited in him.
“You’re asking?” she whispered. Her darkened eyes widened.
“Yes, Kittycat, I’m asking. As I told you at the beginning, I want all of you, but I’m not going to take what you don’t want to give.” He dropped a kiss to her nose, the tender gesture pushing away some of the tension in her body.
“All–All right.”
“Since I don’t think you’re ready for fucking, I want to limit tonight to light bondage, mouth and fingers, and toys.”
She just stared at him unblinkingly.
“Kittycat.”
She blinked.
“Do you have any problems with my plans?”
She slowly shook her head, looking a bit dazed. “N-No?”
He snorted a laugh. “Is that a question or an answer?”
