Page 6 of Savage Behavior

Derek

Iripped the asshole, touching what was mine off her, and snapped his neck. Her eyes met mine in the mirror and widened, pupils blown wide. She loved that I just took his life. Good.

Her hand flew to the throat of the guy that was sucking her nipple, and his hands flew to his neck. He didn’t even know what happened.

“What the fuck?!” the guy kneeling to her exclaimed. Fear-filled eyes peered up at her as she stabbed him with two quick jabs to the eyes. He screamed like a pussy, but the music was blaring, so nothing could be heard.

She slit his throat, quieting his noise.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned.

I stayed silent.

“Speak,” she commanded.

“How did you know I was here?”

I adjusted my shirt and smoothed my hair back.

Clearing my throat, I respond, the first time words were exchanged between us.

“I was watching you. I’m always watching.” Her throat bobbed as she looked away, cleaning the little bit of blood on her dagger instead of making eye contact with me. Such a fierce little lion, why are you cowering?

“But you already know that,” I stated matter of factly. Her heated gaze met mine.

“Get dressed,” I told her as I texted the twins to come clean the mess she made.

“I’m already getting dressed. I don’t need you to tell me to.” Such a smart little mouth she had.

“Well, I am telling you,” I replied. I didn’t know what was making me so demanding with her, but what I did know was that I didn’t want one more set of eyes on her perfect body. The body that was meant to be claimed by me.

“Then I’ll just stay naked,” she scoffed, walking to stare at herself in the mirror, assessing her body.

“The fuck you will!” I shouted as I picked up her clothes and walked them to her; I had to step over the dead bodies to reach her.

I rushed up behind her, my bravery, adrenaline, and her smart-ass behavior pushing me forward. I pressed her hot body to the cold mirror. She gasped. Not expecting this from me, I was sure. We were always more like two ships sailing through the night and passing each other in hallways or rooms with nothing but silent stares. She knew I watched her, though, or else she wouldn’t leave me the little treats she did.

“It won’t take much,” I whispered in her ear.

“For what?” she asked in a raspy voice.

“To make me go fucking crazy,” I replied

“You’re going to take me without my consent like they were about to?” she questioned, turning her body to face me. Our eyes locked.

I pushed back a little, my hands on either side of her curvy hips, holding me a foot away. I craned my neck to stare straight into her mossy green eyes. Her red hair was on fire around her.

“No,” I stated firmly, “I would never take you without your consent, but one day you will give yourself to me freely, beg for it, in fact.” Lust filled her eyes as she stared straight back at me.

“Will I?” she questioned fiercely.

“Yes, little troublemaker, you will, and I will make you mine.” I gently rubbed the back of my hand down the side of her face, handling her like a precious piece of art molded by the gods. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body became soft as she went slack in my hand. Then, as if realizing it, she sharpened again.

“In your fucking dreams,” she spat, venom in her tone, as she swatted my hand away. Her heated gaze froze again.

“They say dreams come true if you follow them.” The door flew open as Ryder and the twins entered the rehearsal room.

“What the fuck happened in here?” they questioned.

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