Page 32 of Poisonous Savage

MARCO

Iopened the door to their room, the same drill for the past fuckin' week.Shewas sprawled on the bed, a picture of misery etched into her fine features, dark eyes drowning in some deep, gnawing ache that had nothing to do with the body and everything to do with the soul.Hunterasked me to stay and fix it.Aslong as it took, and nowIunderstood why.Thiswas… this was something else.

"Marco," she breathed out, voice quivering. "Needyou.Ineed it rough to feel something... anything.Hurtme.Please."

"ShouldgetHunter.That’smore this thing."Igrunted.

"Wantyou.Yourlight... it sears away the darkness," she whispered, desperation laced through her words.

Mymuscles tensed, every fiber of me screaming against the idea, but the raw need in her gaze was a look no man could ignore.Herskin called to me, begging to be painted with bruises and bites.Sheneeded this – needed me – to wrench her out of the void she'd been sucked into.

"Fine," the word came out like gravel, andIapproached, looming over her like the predatorIwas born to be.Myheart hammered a brutal rhythm; each beat was a reminder of the lineIwas about to cross.Withmyself.Withthe woman under my shadow who looked at me likeIwas the fuckin' sun.

Sherose from the bed, a slow peel of clothes from skin, fabric falling to the floor, revealing the pale of her flesh.Vulnerable.Fuckingbeautiful.Ashiver racked her body, but those eyes never left mine, holding me captive now.

Aglint caught my eye—cold steel.Sheheld a knife, chrome catching the dim light, her grip shaky as hell. "Marco...Please," she begged, the blade quivering in her trembling hand. “Makeme feel something.Paintme like the sun and fuck me like the dark.”

"Jesus,Rosalind."Myvoice was a low growl.Hasthis woman gone mad?Hunterwill kill me ifIso much as harm a hair on her head.Thatwas reserved for him.Butlooking at her, seeing that need etched into every line of her body,Icouldn't deny her.Couldn'tdenymyself.I’dbeen fightin’ demons of my own.Beinggentle with her when this entire weekIwanted to fuck the devil out of her.

Ireached out, fingers wrapping around her wrist with careIdidn't knowIhad, guiding the knife away. "Yousure 'bout this?"Iasked, even thoughIknew the answer.

"Yes," she breathed, and fuck if it didn't sound like the sweetest goddamn sound.

Myother hand took the knife, and grabbing it,Ipressed just enough to break the skin.Asingle bead of crimson welled up.Thescent of iron filled the air, a primal part of me roaring to life at the sight.Therewas something sexy in violence.Adance with death from which you didn’t know if you’d survive.Butthis?Thiswas blinding.

"More," she whispered.

"Rosalind,I—"Icouldn't finish.Wordswere useless when her body spoke volumes when every fiber of her being screamed for release.Icould smell it.Idrew it across her flesh, shallow but enough to paint her in streaks of red, each swipe a release valve for the agony coiling inside her.IfIdidn’t do it,Iwas afraid of what she would do alone.

"Fuck,"Icursed under my breath, watching red trail down her arm and splatter onto her skin, feeling my control splinter.

Herfingers, steady now, wrapped around the hilt of the knife, yanking it from my grasp.Shedug the steel indeeper, carving into her wrist with a reckless abandon that made my guts twist.Bloodwelled up, a red river breaking free from its banks, spilling over her skin in warm, wet rivulets.Itwas too much and entirely not enough.Iknew enough that she hadn’t done real damage, but my god, if it wasn’t going to look like a crime scene here.Hunterwas gonna kill me.

"Fuck,"Imuttered, the word scraped raw from my throat, watching her smear the blood across her body.Shepainted herself in pain, each stroke releasing something inside her, the life she wanted to feel pulsing within her veins.

Herhands moved with a frenzied grace, trailing blood over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts.Shewas a vision of violence, a goddess of destruction, andIwas caught in it, unable to look away, unable to stop the surge of raw desire that roiled through me.

Bloodand lust mingled in the charged air.AndIknew, right then,I'dburn in hell for the thoughts racing through my head, for the ache in my bones that only she could soothe.Butdamn it, if this wasn't the closest thing to heavenI'dever find.Iwatched her—the womanIwasn't supposed to want but craved like a goddamn fiend.Rosalind, with her darkness-dipped eyes and painted skin.

Myhands shook, tremors vibrating through every sinew asIfumbled with my belt, metal clinking in the hush of the room.Pantsundone,Ifreed myself, my cock hard and aching.

Hergaze locked on mine, dark orbs glazed with that same lust that clawed at my gut.Sheleaned forward, breath hot against my flesh before her mouth—fuck, her mouth—enveloped me whole.Warmthand wetness, teeth grazing just enough to make me hiss, pleasure laced with an edge of pain.

"Shit,"Igrowled.Therewas no finesse here, no sweet caresses or tender words.Justneed, savage and consuming.

Iwrapped a hand in those black curls, guiding her and setting the pace.Slow, deliberate thrusts.Eachpull of her lips, each suckle, and choke, stripped away reason and humanity, leaving only the carnal beast beneath.

"Takeit,"Irasped, voice raw as gravel.Mygrip tightened asIfucked her mouth, each movement a battle between holding back and succumbing to the maelstrom of sensation she unleashed.

Theroom echoed with the sounds of our desperation—the slick noises of her mouth at work, the ragged cadence of our breathing.Everymuscle in my body tensed, strung taut asIteetered on the brink of oblivion, losing myself in the heat of her mouth, the vice of her throat.

Ishoved her onto the bed, the weight of my body pinning her down asIgripped her hips and pulled her ass up, burying her head in the sheets.Hermoans spiked my blood with a feral need.

"Fuckin’ hell, sunshine,"Igrunted.Mycock, hard as steel, found her pussy, slick and warm, begging for me.Ididn't hesitate, didn't ease in.Irammed into her, my eyes glued to the sight of my dick disappearing into her tightness.

Hercries filled the room, bouncing off the walls, echoing the dark rhythm of our bodies colliding.Eachthrust was a brutal claim, each withdrawal a torturous tease.Theslap of flesh against flesh was intoxicating, the feeling even more so.Idrew back, loving how wet my cock was before driving back in, holding onto her as she’d disappear at any moment.

"Shit."Mygrip on her hips turned bruising, fingers imprinting on her skin.Shetook it, took all of me, her body arching back, pushing against me like she couldn't get enough.Sucha perfect little pussy.

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