Page 32 of Savage Hero

Guess I’m not the only one with rage issues.

“Listen to me, and listen carefully,” I tell her, stepping closer.

She immediately raises her fists, but I hold up my hands, palms flat. Her eyes flicker warily over my face as if she’s trying to read me. “Stay away from me.”

“I won’t touch you. Just hear me out. It’s important.”

“What?” she snaps, dragging the towel off her shoulders and dabbing it against her hair. “You want to go another round? Can I break something else for you? What about your fucking skull? Not like you need those brains—”

I said I wouldn’t touch her, but for fuck’s sake, what the hell else am I supposed to do if she won’t shut up?

She gasps when I pin her against the glass shower door as beads of water still trickle down the inside.

“You said you wouldn’t—”

“You’re not listening.”

She tries to knee me in the groin. I spin her around and force her flat against the glass. I kick open her legs and jam my knees between her thighs so she’ll be off balance if she tries to kick me. With a hand in her wet hair, I turn her face so her cheek’s flush with the glass and slam the palm of my hand an inch away from her nose. The glass vibrates under her, and she goes still.

“Why do you always have to make this so fuckinghard?” I growl.

“Biology, Papi.” She winks at me. “Your dick knows good genes when it sees them.”

This time, I slam her head against the glass. Her gasp gives me an instant hard-on, but I don’t draw attention to it. “My dick doesn’t see shit.”

“Then why do they call it a one-eyed snake?”

Her laugh cuts off when I slip a hand between her legs and squeeze her cunt. Nyx lifts onto her toes, biting her bottom lip and refusing to look at me.

“Shut up and listen.”

Her eyes flicker to me, but they dart away the second we make eye contact.

“Things have…changed.” I swallow, adjust my grip. Maybe it’s because she just got out of the shower, but I can feel heat cascading over my hand where I’m gripping her. The sweats are good quality, but the fabric isn’t that thin, is it?

I shove the thought from my mind and try to stay on script.

“If you want to live, you’ll have to do everything I say. No exceptions.”

“Is this the part where you try to fuck me with your peanut-sized dick?”

JesusfuckingChrist.

I shove my cock against her plump ass and grind it right in the crack. “One more word about my dick, and you’ll be choking on it.”

“Promises, promis—”

I twist my hand in her hair, and Nyx gasps as she tries to lift herself even higher. “Okay, okay!”she says, and my God I swear she’s trying not to giggle.

I ease up barely a fraction. I consider moving my hips back, but I’ve had enough of her telling me I have a small dick. It’s as hard as it’s ever been, and I’ll keep rubbing every inch of it against her until she stops giving me shit.

“Bryan is going to use you as bait,” I say, putting my mouth close to her ear again. I don’t need to whisper, but I like the feel of her body against mine. And I know she can’t move the tighter I keep her pinned, so there’s that too. “If you follow my plan, then you’ll get out of this alive. Fuck up, go off script, and you’re dead.”

“What plan?” she murmurs. For once, there’s not a trace of mirth in her voice. But she’s looking away, so I can’t judge how seriously she’s taking all of this.

“Look at me.”

When she does, a thrill chases through my body. I shove it aside, but it’s not exactly easy to shake the feeling of those dark blue eyes watching me so intently from so close.

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