Page 33 of Savage Hero

“If I could have gotten you out of here sooner, I would have. But if you disappear now, you’d become a suspect, and I’d be ordered to kill you.”

Blood pumps into my dick at the thought of how hard she’d fight to stay alive. Her eyes flicker and she shifts a little as if she can feel it hardening.

“So you’re going to act like you know nothing. Do whatever they tell you. And when the time is right, there’ll be a way out.”

“Sorry, but can you be more vague?” Her eyes drill into me. “It’s not like my life’s at stake or anything.”

“I can’t, because I don’t know what they’re planning.”

Why the fuck did I just admit that to her? But it does the trick because the suspicion in her eyes slowly starts to fade. “Why should I trust you?” Her dark blue eyes search mine, her mouth tightening. “This could all be part of some sick game.”

“I don’t play games.”

“So stringing up babies by their feet on telephone wires like a pair of fucking sneakers, that’s all business to you?” The hatred, the disgust that floods her eyes is like a backhand to my fucking soul.

My grip eases just a little, and Nyx immediately struggles to get free. I slam her back against the glass, put my face so close to hers that everything but her eyes is a blur.

“That wasn’t me,” I whisper. And this time, truly, I can’t have anyone hear.

“Why the fuck would I believe you?”

“You’ve seen me with Princess. Did I hurt her?”

“She doesn’t belong to someone who pissed you off,” she snaps back. “And don’t you dare ask me to put any fucking faith in someone who can still sleep at night after doing something so despicable and—”

I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s to shut her up. Maybe it’s to prove a point. But before she can get out another word about what a monster she thinks I am, I duck down and kiss her.

Her body goes rigid. My cock hardens to the point of pain.

I wasn’t expecting her mouth to be so soft, so plump. I didn’t know she’d taste so goddamn good. A groan rumbles up my throat. Before I know it, I’ve spun her around, grabbed her ass, and taken her into the bedroom.

Despite how much she struggles.

We don’t make it to the bed. I throw her down on one of the couches in her sitting room and then throw myself down on top of her before she can escape.

Then our mouths lock, and it’s all I can do to hold on to reality. At first, she’s just as unresponsive as she was in the bathroom. She pushes against my chest, turns her face away, closes her mouth. But I simply grab her chin and drag her to face me again. Glare at her. Kiss her again.

My other hand slips between us, first grabbing roughly at her breast, then working its way down her hard stomach. When I slide my fingers behind the waistband of her sweats and brush her clit, her body arches off the couch.

I break off our kiss to watch her, my lips parted and my breath already coming fast and hard. The hands that were pushing me away are suddenly clawing me, and I wince as she rakes her fingers over my injured bicep.

Her thighs clamp closed, forcing my hand harder against her clit. I use my thumb to stroke her, hard but slow, and her eyes fall closed as she lets out a soft, “Oh.”

My dick is weeping for her, straining against my jeans like it’s going to burst through the seam. I push it against her thigh, and she wraps her hand over the bulge. I move my hips, forcing her to jerk me off through the fabric.

It’s torture.

And I fucking love it.

I drop my head and kiss her again. This time, I push my tongue between her teeth. She doesn’t open wide enough, and my cock throbs angrily at the scrape of her teeth on my muscular tongue.

She probablywouldhave tried to bite my fucking dick off yesterday. Suddenly I’m glad I didn’t put my cock in her mouth.

I release her chin and instead wreath my fingers through her hair. When I tighten my grip, she gasps, and her mouth opens to allow me in.

I dip a finger inside her pussy too, testing her.

She’s wet as fuck.

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