Page 32 of Wild Angel

Crushing me. My sobs can’t get out anymore. Scrunched up like this, there isn’t enough space for air to fill my lungs. I have to sip at the air like a fucking hummingbird. And like fire needs oxygen, so do my tears.

But Savage takes my air, snuffing out the agonizing inferno burning inside me.

My sobs become whimpers.

Whimpers become mewls.

“You’re stronger than this,” Savage murmurs in my ear.

His warm breath and his proud words force a spasm through my body. My lips contort, but all I can manage is a grunt of despair.

“You’rebetterthan this.” Adjusting his grip, Savage shoves one strong arm under my torso, holding me tight. He uses his free hand to brush the hair from my face.

“You’re NyxfuckingGray, and you won’t just shrivel up and die.” He gives me a violent shake, a stark contrast to the gentle fingers caressing my cheek. “Do you hear me?”

I whimper.

He shakes me again. Pulls me in even tighter. There’s a hard ridge nestling against my ass. Of course this is turning him on. He feeds off of suffering.

His voice hitches when he speaks again. “I said, do youfuckinghear me?”

“Yes,” I blubber out. “Yes,fuck. Now let me go.”

“So you can start crying like a little girl again?” he growls. “I don’t like that sound, Angel. I don’t want to hear it ever again.”

“I w-won’t.” But even my words betray me.

“Then fight me,” he says. “Fight me, and I’ll let you go.”

I’m not angry enough. Not strong enough. I shake my head. “Please, Savage.”

“Begging never works. You know what works? Fighting.”

I tried fighting Sergio. I fought him tooth and fucking nail.Thatdidn’t work.

Savage is a monster, but Sergio? He’s the fucking devil. Satan incarnate. I got one hit, and then he kicked me right between the legs. When I fell, he landed another kick to my kidneys.

Cheap shots.

Deadlyshots.

He kicked my head. Stood on my chest with his shoe until I thought he’d cracked my ribs.

Then he started using the belt.

Fightingdidn’tfucking work. It only made him angrier. He wasn’t snarlingbeforeI punched him. He was just plain old leering.

If I’d opened my legs like he’d told me to, I wouldn’t be curled up in this ball of hurt of shame.

“Did you even bother to fight my uncle?” Savage murmurs in my ear. “Or did you just lie down and take it, like you’re doing now?”

Anger ripples through me. Frustration.

Even though I know it won’t work, I still try and elbow Savage. I can’t help it. He just…he fuckingirksme.

He grunts in satisfaction, presses his dick harder against me. “That’s it, little girl,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my bruised arm. “Fight me.”

I trap a howl of frustration behind gritted teeth and try twisting out of his grip. I’m not just fighting him, I’m fighting the meds too. My body is heavy and unresponsive, my mind inching along at the speed of a slug.

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