Page 63 of Savage Bosses

“Stop.”

I glanced at him and frowned.

“Leave it.”

He couldn’t be serious. His steely glare said he was. I glanced at the glistening mixture marking the insides of my legs.

“So he’ll know with certainty I fucked you.”

My fingers tightened around the wet cloth. Of course my boyfriend knew we had sex. “He saw us,” I reminded him, not understanding.

He snatched the towel from my hand, tossing it into a basket under the sink. “Put your dress on, Zoerina.”

I hesitated but did what he asked, slipping my dress on, before stepping into my panties. Thank goodness he hadn’t kept them but he didn’t need a trophy. He’d marked me with cum and I doubted either of us would easily forget our encounter.

The washroom lock turning was an ominous reminder our time together was almost over. He opened the door and sensual music flooded my ears. The walk back to the main room seemed longer and a still quietness surrounded us.

Could he hear my heart beating? Sense my pulse drumming under my skin?

God, I hoped not. My fingers shook as I swept my hair behind my ear. A dozen more steps and we would emerge from the dim corridor.

He gripped my arm, turning us down another hallway—this one darker than the last—and pressed me against the wall. His mouth slammed against mine in a demanding kiss that robbed me of breath. I shuddered, then moaned when his tongue breached my lips. He kissed like he fucked. Taking and devouring everything I hadn’t locked away. And his unexpected kiss left me unguarded. Defenseless against the onslaught of emotions bombarding me.

I circled my arms around his nape, sinking my fingers into his soft dark stands.

He moaned into my mouth and I delighted in his greedy feasting. Our tongues dueled and I trapped his tongue between my teeth, suckling it until he growled, pressing his tall frame against me. Yes! That feeling of rightness…being cocooned in his masculine energy blanketed me and I relished in his embrace. Almost too late to remember my own rule.

“No kissing,” I said panting, breaking our feverish lip-lock.

“You didn’t say we couldn’t kiss after sex.” He braced one arm on the wall beside my head and pulled me close with the other. He was rock hard again. Warm, long, and thick.

“Do you always get what you want?” Now that we’d kissed, the flavor of his mouth would haunt me.

“Always.” His mouth slammed against mine.

I couldn’t deny him entry, though I should. Instead, my arms tightened around his neck and I hung on for dear life. He wasn’t like any man I’d met. He was confident and took what he wanted. That should scare the Holy Ghost from me, but all I wanted was to ride the dangerous waves slamming against me. Engulfing me.

He grunted. The sound was pain filled against my mouth before his body went limp in my arms.

CHAPTER 5

Zoerina

“W

hat the hell, Dax!” I crouched beside the unconscious man at my feet. Oh God. I glanced down the hallway hoping someone could help us. His stillness was scary.

My last CPR course was junior year in high school and lord knew I didn’t remember shit. Least, nothing beyond checking his pulse. I took one last glance to make sure he was somewhat comfortable—as comfortable as someone who got suckerpunched could be—and stood.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dax gripped my arm.

“Ow!” I tugged my arm. “You’re hurting me.”

“Where are you going?” He enunciated each word between clenched teeth.

He was colder than I’d seen him. Dax had never physically hurt me, but I’d never seen him this angry with me either. Now, with his grip biting into my arm, and the unconscious man at our feet, I knew he was capable of physical damage. “I’m going to get help.”

“How stupid are you?”

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