Page 61 of Wild Angel

My lips part and he leans forward and nips at my mouth. I mewl against his lips, begging, and he crushes his mouth against mine.

Between rough kisses, he murmurs, “You’re mine, Nyx. Don’t you ever fucking forget that. You can run away, pretend you belong to someone else, but it’smeyou’ll always come back to.”

At first, I think he’s just saying this stuff to make himself feel better about the shit that went down tonight.

But just before a car horn hoots from a few yards away, I realize something.

It’s true.

I belong to Savage.

I don’t know when it happened, or even why. Fuck…none of this makes any goddamn sense. But I’m his. He’smine.And I was an idiot to think I could ever escape him.

The car hoots again, and as if Savage comes out of a dream, his body jerks under me.

“We have to go,” he says.

I clamber off him as he digs a key fob out of his pocket and unlocks the back doors. My legs feel numb and shaky when I try and stand on them, but Savage quickly slings an arm around my waist.

There’s a beat-up dark blue sedan parked a few yards away, its lights shining onto the SUV. My heart picks up speed when I realize I can’t see who’s behind the wheel.

Someone gets out, a shadow, but they just stand there, watching.

“Caesar,” I whisper.

“You’re safe with me,” he murmurs.

Why the fuck I trust him, I don’t know. But the second he says those words, my uneasiness, my paranoia…it just drains away.

As soon as we’re out of the beams, the shadowy man transforms into Vito. For once, he doesn’t look about to crack a joke. He’s as serious as when I saw him outside the villa, the day Sergio—

I hastily cut off the thought.

Vito glances first at me, then at Savage. “You have details?”

“White Honda. I’ll text you the plates.” Savage heads for the back door and holds it open, his eyes shifting to mine. He cocks his head.

“No fucking way I’m sitting in the back again,” I tell him, making for the passenger door. “You drive like a goddamn maniac.”

“See?” Vito throws out his arms. “She agrees you shouldn’t be allowed behind the wheel.”

“I never said that.” I slide into the passenger seat, sending Vito a scowl. “I’m just sick of the backseat.”

Savage stays where he is for a second before opening the driver’s door.

“Hey, man…” Vito’s eyes drop to Savage’s crotch. “You got a little something…”

I can’t see Savage’s reaction from where I’m sitting, but that doesn’t matter. I blush beet red and turn away to try to hide my embarrassment from his cousin.

Savage gets into the car without a word. But the slam of the door says enough. He sits there for a second before putting the car into reverse. He grabs the back of my headrest, twisting his body to look behind him as he throws the car into a wide arc.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week,” he says.

A jolt goes through me. It should have been panic…but of course it’s just oodles of eager anticipation.

“Touch me, and you’re dead.”

There’s the faintest suggestion of a smirk around his mouth, but it could also just be the way the lights move across his face as he speeds out of the parking bay.

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