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But there’s no time to be grossed out, because I hear him charging.

My hand slides through the mess and latches onto a fork. I spin around and stab out with an angry, “Fuck you!”

The fork slides tine-deep into his thigh. Savage looks down at the fork, and then up at me. I grin at him and try to twist the handle.

With a roar, he jerks out the fork, plucks me off the ground, turns, and throws me onto the bed. I land on my stomach in a tangle of sheets, scrambled eggs everywhere.

Savage falls on me with his entire body weight. With him pinning me like this, there’s fuck all I can do but try to buck him off me.

It doesn’t work, of course. I’ve lost my advantage.

“Get off me, you fat fuck! I can’t breathe!”

Savage drops his head and snarls into my ear. “Are you done playing, girl? Because I have better things to do than—”

Enraged, I whip my head back as hard as I can.

The sound his nose makes when I break it?

Satisfying as all fuck.

But instead of Savage rolling off me, all snot and tears, all I get for my efforts is a wet-sounding, “Bitch!” and a gush of warm blood on my cheek.

He slips his hand around my throat, his skin slick against mine. “What’s it going to take to get this through your pretty fucking head?” he rumbles in my ear. “You belong to me now.” He clears his throat. “Tous.The Cartel owns you, little girl. Make peace and move the fuck on.”

He pushes me into the bed one last time, his fingers so tight around the back of my neck I know he could snap me like a twig if he wanted. Then he spits a mouthful of blood and saliva onto my cheek before sliding off me and going to stand on the side of the bed.

“Now put on your man clothes. And fix your fucking hair, or I’ll cut it off.”

I roll my head to the side, peeking at him from under said hair as he stands at the side of the bed, panting. His nose is at an angle, and there’s a splotch of blood on his pec. Rivulets of blood fan down his arm where I bit him, most smudged. He looks like he was playing with a tiger.

As I watch, he puts the heels of his palms against the base of his nose and shoves it back into place with a wet crack. The tiny flinch on his face belies what must have been an explosion of pain. I know—I’ve had my nose broken before. More than once.

Holy fuck. This entire episode feels like the best foreplay I’ve ever experienced. Every part of my body is tingling, and there’s a hot, angry ache between my legs. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him if he’d pulled down my boxers and fucked me.

I don’twantto.

He’s handsome as fuck on a normal day, but cut up and bloody like this? Rage blazing in his eyes like the fucking sun? I’m goddamnsoaked.

Pushing up to my elbows, I give him a coy smile as I lift my feet and kick my legs idly back and forth. Then I prop my chin on my hand and give him a more obvious scan.

“Blood’s a good color on you,” I purr at him. “Really makes your eyes pop.”

Chapter Fifteen

Savage

Ilock Nyx in her room and leave her to stew for the rest of the day. At least, that’s what I tell myself I’m doing. In truth, I don’t trust myself around her anymore. I knew she was bad news when I met her, but now?

What the fuck even just happened? I went in to make sure she hadn’t somehow magically escaped overnight, and then I have her pinned to the bed, my rock hard dick straining to get out of my pants.

I need to get laid.Plain and simple.

Jerking off in the shower is part of my daily routine. If I need more action than that, then I might hook up with a cartel slut—preferably one of the younger ones who hasn’t gotten around much because I don’t need another penicillin shot from the Doc.

But as soon as I take out my phone, only face that pops into my head has crystal blue eyes, a strong jaw, and plump lips twisted in a sarcastic sneer.

Christ, even just thinking about her is giving me a semi.

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