Page 34 of Wild Angel

Then his hands are on my body again.

Ripping my pants down my hips.

I growl, struggle. It doesn’t help. My hands fly to the arm around my throat, trying desperately to wrench him away so I can get out of his grip.

Savage slips a foot between my ankles, slides it up, twists me open. His leg wind around mine like poison ivy. It happens so suddenly that I’m left exposed and locked into position.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I whisper fiercely. I wish I could yell. I wish I could punch or kick.

But then Savage’s cock is free, and he’s pressing against my slick pussy.

Because of course my body is perfectly fine with what’s happening right now.

Fucking slut.

I grit my teeth and try to get some purchase on Savage’s arm. With his bulging muscles under my chin, I can’t bite him. Scratching him like a fucking kitty cat isn’t helping either.

So I turn my head, snapping at his face.

He pulls back a little, tar-black eyes studying me intently.

I grimace at him. “Let me go, you fucking monster.”

“My name is Savage,” he says. His eyes drop to my mouth, back to my eyes. “Not monster. Notsick fuck.”

“You’re both, so why—” My eyes flutter when he thrusts into me. I stretch to accommodate him, a warm ache spreading through me as he forces himself in deeper and deeper.

Even through hooded eyes, I can see him watching me. When he fills me up and does nothing, just pinning me, claiming me with his fucking cock, I snap at him again.

He dodges effortlessly, and then darts forward and traps my lips with a rough kiss.

I mewl out a protest, but he gently strokes my exposed clit and I start moaning instead.

How the fuck can this be turning me on? How can I be so goddamn aroused by his violence, by the fact that he just takes me when and where he wants, not giving a fuck about what I want?

He pulls out just an inch, pushing in hard enough to make me grunt into our kiss.

His hips move powerfully, setting a hard, fast rhythm. The arm around my throat never slackens, his kiss never softens.

He fucks me like an animal, and I whimper and moan like the trapped prey I am.

It makes no sense that I start grinding against him, urging him deeper. It defies logic that I return his kiss.

Or does it?

When he’s inside me, nothing exists but the two of us. With his mouth claiming mine, I can’t breathe in another toxic breath. With his arms trapping me, holding me down…I can no longer fight.

He says he loves it when I fight. I guess it means I’m still alive.

But I’ve been fighting my entire life.

When you’re alwaysthatswitched on,thatedgy, letting go seems impossible.

But that’s exactly what’s happening.

I’m letting go.

Forcing me into a ball, his cock stretching my pussy until it feels like he’ll split me open, Savage wraps around me.

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