Page 9 of Savage Behavior

Suddenly, I felt cold metal on my bare skin. “I told you not to play with me, caveman.”

She leaned back to stare into my eyes, thinking she’d won. Maybe she had.

“Some of the strongest and smartest men have fallen victim to my web,” a wide smile plastered on her face.

With a quickness, I pushed into the dagger she had at my throat. Her eyes widened, and her pupils blew, darkening her gorgeous eyes. She wasn’t expecting this and wasn’t expecting to be turned on. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Chapter 6

Britt

Iheld my dagger still to his neck. I didn’t know how much he pushed into it.

“Why would you do that?” I questioned, a panic laced in my tone that I had not heard in a while.

“You didn’t want me to?” He probed, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. Blood trickled down his neck, and my pussy clenched for real this time. Arousal stirred in my abdomen without permission.

I jumped down, and he pulled back, more of his blood covering the tiny cut.

“Don’t worry, trouble, I’m a bleeder; you didn’t cut deep. It only looks like it,” he laughed.

“You dick,” I say, hitting him in the chest.

“You don’t want me dead, baby,” he noted, stepping into me again,

“You want me here, you want to be the first lady I let ride my cock, and I’ll tell you what,” I gulped, a reaction neither of us expected. He raised one eyebrow in question and then continued.

“I want you to be the one and only woman that ever wraps her lips or tightens her pussy around this dick,” he added, grabbing his junk in a vulgar gesture. My eyes moved quickly to it and then back up to meet his; I hope he didn’t catch it. My face heated as he rubbed two fingers in his blood and brought them to my lips, and I opened them willingly, tasting his blood.

“And when that happens, you will be mine to claim, and no other man will ever look at you again, better yet, a hand. Because if you allow them to, when you become my wife, I will gouge their fucking eyes out, cut their hands off, whatever part of their body so much as grazes yours, and I will feed them to him, whoever he is. Do you understand?”

I gulped, staring at him, still tasting the coppery fluid coating my tongue. “No,” I say, rushing away. I looked back, and he was just standing there watching; he wasn’t following me or chasing me; he was letting me go.

“What the fuck” I whispered. “What is happening to me?”

I reached the elevator and pressed the button as I peered over my shoulder to see if he was coming. But nothing.

The doors opened, and I entered, turning as they shut behind me. I reached my hand into my shorts and plunged my fingers into my pussy. I was fucking wet! What the fuck? the motherfucker turned me on. Holy shit. I ran into the room to tell Krista, but she wasn’t home. Where the fuck was she? I texted her and waited for a response, but I was impatient and horny. I moved to my bedroom, opened my side drawer, and pulled out my little red rose. I yanked off my clothes and positioned myself, legs spread wide, pussy still soaking wet; I was going to make myself come. Remembering the other toy I just got for self-care, I ran to grab it from the restroom. I didn’t even care that I was half-naked. I just needed to ride this high. Sex trauma made it hard for pleasure. I had dated a couple of guys, and I just didn’t get turned on or wet almost ever. I had to do it myself. This was new.

I pulled it from the drawer and ran back to the bed, practically launching onto the mattress. I spread my legs and pushed the small dildo into my slick pussy and turned it on, so it started to thrust. Then, I grabbed the rose bud and put it on pulse mode to start. I threw myself back on the pillows, moaning, picturing those eyes and thick lips smirking, those tattooed arms and the veins twisting in them as he lifted me. I groaned, my pussy clenching. I was so close. I screwed my eyes closed and thrust into the air when suddenly the toy was pulled from me. My eyes flew open. It was him. What the actual fuck.

“This won’t make you feel as good as I can trouble.” he climbed in between my legs, and I adjusted them to his broad shoulders. I was still holding the bud to my clit as my pussy grabbed at the air.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned as he pushed his long fingers into me. “It looks so pretty.”

I ground into his hand, and he thrusted his fingers into me. They felt like magic fucking me. He used his free hand to rip my shirt. “Show me those perfect fucking tits. I want to see them bounce while I finger fuck your tight little cunt.” I moaned in response.

“This shouldn’t feel this good,” I panted.

“It’s because it’s me”, he replied.

“What, what do you mean?” I gasped, moaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Just shut your pretty little mouth and enjoy, baby.”

I nodded in agreement; no more words were needed. I wanted this, no, I needed him to make me cum.

I felt the bed shift, and my eyes moved from the ceiling back to him; he leaned in and kissed my stomach, then my thighs, and suddenly, his head dipped to my cunt.

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