Page 15 of Savage Book Boyfriend

“I know,” she said quickly, taking a step closer to me. “That’s why I’m here. With Chant... I was his possession. He didn’t care about me, about what I wanted or needed. It was always about control with him.”

She paused, her voice growing softer. “But with you... it’s different. You make me feel... safe. Desired. Like I’m not just something to use, but someone to care for. And I want that. I want to be yours. Completely.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, but in the best way. The possessiveness I’d been trying to hold back surged forward, and I stepped even closer, closing the distance between us. “You are mine, Genesis,” I said, my voice low and firm. “And I don’t just want you in my bed. I want you in my life. Every part of you.”

She swallowed, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. “I’ve never had that before,” she admitted. “With Chant, it was always... cold. Robotic. Like I was there to fulfill a need, nothing more. But with you...”

I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. “With me, it’s different,” I told her. “You’re not here to serve some purpose. You’re here because I want you—because I need you. Every part of you.”

She leaned into my touch, her eyes closing for a moment as she absorbed my words. When she opened them again, there was a fire in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before. “I want that, too. I want to be in your bed, Dante. I want to wake up next to you every morning, fall asleep in your arms every night.”

Hearing her say it, hearing her claim me as much as I was claiming her, sent a rush of heat through my veins. I pulled her closer, my hands sliding down to her waist as I pressed her body against mine. “Then move in here, Genesis,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Be mine.”

She let out a shaky breath, her hands resting on my chest as she looked up at me. “You really want that?”

I nodded, my voice a low growl. “I’ve wanted that since the day we got married. But I needed you to come to me when you were ready.”

She smiled then, a soft, genuine smile that made my heart ache in the best way. “I’m ready now.”

I kissed her, slow and deep, letting her feel everything I hadn’t been able to put into words. She melted into me, her hands gripping my shirt as she kissed me back with just as much intensity.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, I rested my forehead against hers. “You’re not just my wife on paper, Genesis. You’re my wife in every way that matters. And I’ll spend every day reminding you.”

She smiled again, her fingers tracing along my jawline. “I know you will.”

For the first time, I felt a sense of contentment. She was here, with me, and she wasn’t running anymore.

And I wasn’t going to let her go.

CHANTE

Seeing them all cozy, playing house like they’d just won the damn lottery—it made my blood boil. Genesis, Dante, and my little girl, walking around like a picture-perfect family. It was a joke. They thought they could just erase me from the story, like I didn’t exist, like I didn’t matter. Nah. If they wanted to play games, I’d show them what real pain felt like.

I had been watching, biding my time. But tonight? Tonight was the night I reminded them who they were dealing with.

I made a call.

“Is it done?” I asked, my voice low, controlled.

“Almost,” the man on the other end replied, the sound of traffic in the background.

I leaned back in my chair, glaring at the picture of Genesis on my phone. The one where she was laughing, holding that damn kid, with Dante’s arm wrapped around her. It should’ve been me. I was the one who built her up. But if she wanted to tear me down, I’d show her what it felt like to be truly destroyed.

“Good,” I muttered. “I want it clean. Quick. Then I have another job.”

I hung up and took a long drag of my cigarette, staring out at the darkened street. They had no idea what was coming.

The old lady wasn’t hard to find. Dante liked to visit her, like the good little grandson he was. All it took was a little patience. She was on her way home from some store, minding her business. And just like that, my guy was on her, fast, like a viper.

I didn’t need her dead. That wasn’t the goal. Not yet. Just a little message. Break a bone or two, make sure she feels it every time she breathes.

When I got the confirmation text—*Done. She's alive. But it ain't pretty.*—I grinned. That was part one.

Then came part two.

Cecil.

That motherfucker was just as guilty as Genesis. He was supposed to keep her in line, keep her under control. But instead, he’d let her run wild, running straight into the arms of another man. Unforgivable.

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