Page 14 of Poisonous Savage

"Excuseme,Marco.Letme take my queen for a spin."

Witha grunt, he let me go and stepped back into the shadows.

Themusic shifted, and a slow song fluttered over the speakers.Heled me into the middle of the floor, his hand firm at the small of my back, commanding every step.Ourbodies aligned, his hard angles to my soft curves.Asstrangeas it felt, it also was beginning to feel like puzzle pieces that just clicked after a few tries.

Hisgrip tightened, possessive, as if he could mold me to his will with just the pressure of his palms.Anddamn if part of me didn't crave to be shaped by those hands—hands that could both protect and destroy without hesitation.Ourgazes locked, twin infernos of want and dominion, silently staking a claim with every glance.

"You'reaGoddamnsight," he growled, the words laced with a raw edge as we moved through the sea of envious stares.

"Thankyou, sir,"Ibreathed, the word slipping out, wrapped in the silk of submission and defiance.

"I'mgonna eat you live later tonight, bride," his lips brushed against my temple in a fleeting kiss that promised retribution and ecstasy in equal measure.

Theheat between us writhed and pulled at my skin.Everywherehe touched, he trailed a blaze.He'dprimed my body to turn on at the slightest touch, whispering words thatI'dcome to crave.

Ifelt his hand, calloused and commanding, wrap around my wrist and pull me away from the ballroom's prying eyes.Theair shifted, charged with the scent of anticipation asHunterled me away.Hepushed open thedoor to a lavish bathroom, the marble and gold accents mocking our primal intent.

Thedoor slammed behind us with a thud that echoed off the walls, sealing our fate.Hunterturned toward me, his near-black eyes blazing with a hunger that mirrored my own.Icould feel the power thrumming in my veins.Icould make a mafia king lose his mind at an event as important as this.Wheremaking connections was key.Yet, here he was, wanting to fuck me raw.

"Mine," he growled, a single word that stripped away any pretense of civility.Ourbodies collided, a mess of limbs and raw desire as he backed me against the cool marble vanity.Hishands roamed over the curve of my hip, up my spine, yanking down the zip of my gown with an urgency that left no room for doubt.Fabricpooled at my feet, andIstood bare before him, my nipples hard against the cool air.Hestripped, throwing his clothes in a heap over mine.

Hunter'seyes raked over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin with a possessive gaze.Thereflection in the mirror caught my attention—a woman transformed by the shadows of this underworld, her innocence a distant memory.Ireached out, fingers tracing the brand on his chest, the symbol of theCinderCrewthat bound us in more ways than one.

"Showme who you belong to," he demanded, his voice a rough command that sent shivers down my spine.

"Onlyyou,"Ibreathed, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of fear and exhilaration that only he could evoke.Mywords were a catalyst, igniting the fire that had been simmering between us.

Hismouth claimed mine in a kiss laced with promise, punishing yet achingly tender.Itasted the power we wielded together, a dangerous mixture.Hishands gripped my thighs, lifting me onto the counter as ifIweighed nothing.

Therewas no gentleness as he entered me, only the relentless drive of possession.Eachthrust was a claim, a branding that left no question of my role in this twisted dynasty.Thesound of flesh against flesh filled the room, a crude melody that underscored the rawness of our union.

"Fuck,Rosalind," he cursed through gritted teeth, his movements growing more frenzied, more desperate.Iwrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, reveling in the sharp bite of pleasure that bordered on pain.

"Harder,"Iurged, the plea torn from my throat asImet his savage pace.Iclung to him, nails digging into the ink that marred his skin, marking him as surely as he marked me.

Thebathroom echoed with the moans of our sin.Theair was thick, laced with the scent of sex and sweat, an invisible brand that claimed the space as ours—and no one else's.

Iwatched in the mirror, the cool glass reflecting back a woman transformed.Myhair was a wild mane, dark curls sticking to my flushed cheeks, allowing his man to fuck me into oblivion.

Hishands, those lethal weapons that could end life as easily as they had coaxed pleasure from my body, slid possessively around my waist, pulling me closer to him.Theraw intensity in his nearly black eyes burned into mine as he pulled back and pushed forward.

Myclimax shattered through me in violent waves, dragging a guttural cry from deep within my chest.Hunterfollowed his release, a hot rush that seared through my senses, branding me irrevocably as his.

Weremained locked together, panting and sweating.Ourreflection in the mirror was a painting of debauched royalty.

Asour breathing slowed, the realization of what we had done—what we had become—settled over me like a mantle.I'dabsorbed him as he'd absorbed me.Oneand the same.AndIwas starting to fucking crave it.Cravehim.

"Rosalind," he murmured, his voice low and laced with something akin to reverence.Butthere were no words needed between us, not when our bodies had already spoken volumes.Wewere the rulers of this underbelly empire, our joining forged in darkness and sealed with blood and lust.

Wedressed in silence and emerged from the bathroom, the click of my heels against the marble a sharp contrast to the stillness that followed our storm.Thegrandeur of the event engulfed us once more, the buzz of the crowd a low hum that couldn't drown out the pounding of my heart.Headsturned, whispers danced through the air like wayward spirits, their gazes taking in our disheveled state, reading the story written on our bodies.Ididn't care.Whowas going to challenge me?ChallengeHunter?Iwatched with satisfaction asVanessa'slips curled in disgust, and she threw her glass down and stormed out of the room.

Marco'seyes found mine across the room, the hurt that flickered there a crack in his otherwise stoic façade.Apang of something—guilt, maybe, or pity—fluttered in my chest beforeIquashed it.Hedidn't know me.Iowed him nothing.

ImetMarco'sgaze unflinching, the cold queen toHunter'sruthless king, letting the silence between us speak the words we'd never say.Hisjaw clenched, a muscle tickingin his cheek before he nodded once, his face masked, a signal of returning to duty.

Hunter'shand at the small of my back was a brand, a claim that seethed through the fabric of my gown.Wemoved through the throng of high-profile criminals and corrupt officials, each step a declaration of our dominion, our unity in this twisted dance of power and darkness.

Theireyes followed, some lusting, others calculating, but all recognizing the shift in the tectonic plates of power.Asenator brushed past, his hand lingering a fraction too long on my waist—a mistake.Mysmile didn't waver, lips red as blood, but my gaze cut through him sharper than a switchblade.Herecoiled and disappeared as fast as he'd appeared.

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