Page 46 of Consume Me

“Nothing could happen to me here.”

“I don’t want to risk it.”

“Watch out, or I might start thinking you actually care.”

“We wouldn’t want that.”

She scoots up, eyes blazing when she sees what’s in my hands.

“Oh my god. No. Don’t you dare read that.”

“Now you’ve made me even more curious, Silver.”

“Please, go. I can’t sleep with you here.”

“We both know you can.”

She huffs and flops on her back.

My eyes skim through the first page, and fuck me, but this one starts strong with the guy stalking the heroine.

I send her a smirk. “I thought you were a good girl. Tell me what you like about this one.”

“We’re not doing this again.”

“I’ll let you know what I think you like once I finish it then.”

“You’re insufferable.”

I chuckle, and while I continue reading, she tosses and turns in bed until she shifts on her side, watching me. Not lifting my gaze from the book, I peer at her from the corner of my eye.

I come to the first sex scene, and damn, I thought my desires were depraved. This guy chased the girl and then fucked her in the woods like a damn animal. I squirm in my seat. The thought of Mia liking that gets me hot and bothered. Imagining chasing her until I catch her and take her however I fucking please makes me so damn horny and hard. I slap the book shut, readjusting myself in my sweatpants.

“Too much for you?”

The pencils scatter around when I stand up and slam the book down on her desk. I am ruled by animalistic instincts and nothing else. She swallows when I reach her bed. Placing my hands on each side of her face, I cage her in.

“That guy has nothing on me. You like dark, I am the fucking epitome of that. I would swallow you whole. Those books are safe. I am not.”

She lifts an elegant finger, brushing it against my chest. It starts a fire inside of me, ravaging my insides. Then she glides her finger down until she reaches the waistband of my pants.

“You’ve been saying that for so long… I think you’re more bark than bite.”

Get the fuck away from her. This is exactly what she wants—for you to finally break for good.

I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing gently. I am sick in the head, but every time I feel her pulse kick, it brings my comatose heart to life—as if some invisible cord tethers us.

“Now what, Blake? Here I am… at your mercy, surrendering.”

“Stop saying shit like that.”

“What got to you when you read that book? Him chasing her, making her take whatever he wanted, or her enjoying every depraved second of it and wanting even more?”

I shut my eyes, my body vibrating with all I keep locked away. I want to keep her safe, but she gets under my skin, calling out for that beast rattling in its confines.

“But I am a good girl, right? Let me tell you a secret.” She arches her back from the bed and pushes her tits into my chest. Ignoring my hand around her throat, she says, “I want to be dirtied up, fucked hard.”

I release her with a groan that rings with frustration and storm out of her room as if a horde of famished hyenas is chasing me.

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