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I’m in the air, my feet kicking out uselessly against a body that feels hard as steel. Savage shows me his teeth in a mirthless grin as he holds me in the air and slowly starts squeezing my neck.

My hands go to his wrists. I scrape my nails over his skin, trying to cause enough pain for him to let go, but he doesn’t even notice.

When I go for his eyes, he tosses me on the bed.

“You’ll leave when I’m done with you,” he growls.

I throw myself toward the edge of the bed, trying to scramble off before he can catch me, but he grabs the back of my panties and hauls me back. Cool air washes over my exposed ass before Savage’s hot body slams into me.

He drives me into the mattress, flattening me, my face pressed into the sheets.

“And I’m not done with you yet, Nyx. Not by a long shot.”

Savage wedges a hand between my legs, then one knee, then both. Looping his arm over my throat, he puts me in a headlock.

I should be able to get out of it, but he’s too heavy, and the bed doesn’t have enough support. When I struggle, my knees and elbows just sink into the mattress. So I try to elbow him instead and get in one good blow before he grabs both my wrists in one meaty fist and pins them to my lower back.

Trapped.Again.

Turned on. Again.

My mind wages war on itself as I try to get my head straight. I can’t feel this way, hating him, wanting him, loathing him, needing him, all at the same time. Is it something to do with survival instinct? Because he’s stronger than me, faster than me, do I have some insane urge to breed with him or something?

“It’s not safe out there,” Savage says, and then slides a finger behind my underwear so he can stroke my pussy. “Not for either of us.”

He lies down on me, his full weight both delicious and stifling.

“We’ll just have to learn to get along.”

He’s right, but that doesn’t make this any easier. I’ve pushed away everyone who wasn’t part of my inner circle. For years, I’ve been alone. I’ve had to carry the burden of caring for my sisters, for ensuring they can make a life for themselves that doesn’t involve violence and dirty money.

I’ve made so many bad mistakes I can’t even keep count anymore.

I’m about to make another.

Because despite all my reservations, despite the hatred I feel toward the man pinning me to this bed…Savage is right.

I want him.

I fuckingneedhim.

So I do what I told myself I’d never do again.

I surrender.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Savage

Nyx goes limp under me. If she was any other girl, I’d have thought she’d fainted. That I’d suffocated her. But when I push her damp hair out of her face and she looks at me, dark hatred no longer shadows her eyes.

Anger, yes.

Frustration.

But something else too.

Resignation.

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