Page 34 of Poisonous Savage

Hisarms encircled me, steel bands that promised destruction as much as they offered protection.Iwelcomed both, craving the edge, the precipice whereIcould teeter between the womanIwas and the queenIwas becoming.

Mytongue tangled with his, a silent battle for dominance that we both knew was only a prelude.Hunter'sgrip tightened, andIreveled in the pressure, the assertion ofhis claim.Thiswas not gentle, not tender—it was the raw, primal truth of our marriage.

Myfingers trailed down the rugged landscape of his chest, the friction of my touch against the raw branding of theCinderCrewemblem sending sparks of power zigzagging through my veins.Mynails grazed over the raised skin, a ragged breath slipping from between my lips—part admiration, part challenge.

Iclaimed the counter like a throne, and the cool marble beneath me stung my skin asIsat, eyes hooded, breathing rapidly.Mylegs parted an explicit invitation, baring my pussy to him, a long stroke from my fingers drawing moans from my chest.Hunter'sgroan vibrated through the room, a low, guttural sound that had me dripping.

"Marco, get the fuck out,"Huntergrowled, the order slicing through the charged atmosphere.Marco'sdeparture was silent, obedience without question.Ihadn’t even noticed he was there.

Hunterdevoured me with the hunger of a man starved, his tongue a skillful weapon wielded with precision.Wavesof pleasure crashed over me, each crest higher than the last, untilIshattered.Hisface soaked with the remnants of my pleasure.Ihadn’t known him to be particularly giving, so this was intenseand quick.

Wecollided, two forces of nature locked in a dance of dominance and submission.Hishand at my throat, squeezing, a claim as potent as any vow spoken beforeGodor man.Theroughness of his touch—it spoke of ownership, of a possession deeper than skin.Iwas irrevocably his.

"Damn,"Ibreathed, voice laced with lust and something feral.Hungercoiled within me, tight and insistent.Ineeded to taste him, to mark him as mine just as much asIwas branded his.

Myhands roamed over his chest, fingertips brushing the dusting of hair that led lower to the cockIknew was hard as a rock.

Pressingmyself against him,Irubbed my breasts over the iron planes of his pecs.Mynipples, already tight points of arousal, ached for more.Thecoarse stubble along his jaw scraped against my cheek, andItilted my head to catch his gaze—dark, nearly black, filled with a lust that mirrored my own.

"Likethat?"Ichallenged with a smirk, pushing my hips against his, feeling the hard evidence of his desire pressing against my thigh.

Hunter'shands found my waist, thumbs digging into my flesh with possessive intent. "Morethan you fucking know," he growled, the sound vibrating through me, stoking the fire that raged beneath my skin.

Iarched back, offering myself to the raw energy between us, to the man who was both my captor and husband.Desperationclawed at my insides, urging me to lose myself in the carnal promise of his touch.

"Showme,"Iwhispered, a taunt and an invitation.Hisgrip tightened, andIknewI'dcrossed the line into the realm where only the strong survived and the weak were consumed.Andin that moment,IrealizedIwasn't just surviving;Iwas thriving in the darkness.

Imoved backward, further onto the counter, the surface biting against my bare skin.Mylegs splayed like the curtains to a forbidden show, my core on display—a shameless offering to the dark deity before me.

"Fuck,"Ithought, relishing the crude power of my own exposure, feeling every inch the queen.Iknew whatIwanted, andIwas going to take it.

Hunter'sgroan rumbled through the silence.Theair grew thick, charged with the promise of sin and sweat.

"Touchyourself," he commanded.Itwasn't a request.Hunternever requested—he took.AndGodhelp me,Iwanted to be taken, seized by the darkness that promised such wickedness.

"Comeget it yourself,"Ismirked, a silent dare as the raw energy crackled between us.Iwas his to claim, butIwas nopassive prize.Iwas born of the mafia, andIwould bloom in the bed of chaosIhad made.

Hunter'shands, rough and strong, gripped my thighs, holding them apart with a possessive urgency that sent shivers racing down my spine.Hepulled off his jeans and stepped between them.Myfingers tangled in his short-cropped hair, pulling him deeper and guiding him to the core of my need.Hegrowled against me, a feral sound that vibrated through my body.Itried to wiggle him instead, but he held me firm, instead pushing two fingers inside and curling them.Suckingon my neck as he finger fucked me, my fingers clawed down his back.Pleasureshattered me, white-hot and blinding, my cries echoing off the walls asIconvulsed around the hand of my undoing.

Beforethe tremors could fade,Hunterleaned back, his nearly black eyes glazed with a dark promise. "Mine," he rasped.Inodded, unable to speak, leaning back so my elbows rested on the space behind me, pushing my pussy forward, ready to be ravaged.

Hetook me then, hard and without pretense, our bodies colliding with violence that nearly split me in two.Hismovements were punishing; each thrust unforgiving as he slapped into me, gripping my hips like they were the only thing holding him to earth.

"Harder,"Idemanded, despite not knowing if that was even possible.Heobliged, pulling my hand untilIwas, once again, flush to his chest.Heyanked on my hair, pulling my head back before he dipped down and licked a line down my neck.Hislips were soft as they sucked on my skin before his teeth bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough thatIyelped.

Huntermoved with ruthless efficiency, every muscle in his tattooed body straining toward the inevitable conclusion.Andwhen he brought me to the precipice once more,Ileaped willingly into the void, the world dissolving into nothingness save for the taste of coffee and adrenaline on my lips.

Aswe found release together, the line between love and hate, captor and consort, blurred into oblivion.Hisforehead fell forward to touch mine.Ourbreaths mingled, heavy and laden with the scent of sex and sin, a fitting perfume for the queenIwas becoming—the queen of chaos, forged in the fires of a love that was anything but gentle.

Panting, his come clung to my skin like the bloodIonce spilled—sticky and warm.Asmirk curled on my lips asIpeeled my body off the counter.Watercalled to me; it was time to shower.

“Gunnashower.I’llbe back.”Isaid asIhopped off and stood on my tip-toes, giving him a kiss and leaving him bewildered with a half-stiffy in the middle of the kitchen.Icouldn’t resist flicking it with my finger before grabbing my shirt and making sureIswung my hips hard enough to hear an intelligible moan come from his lips.

Myreflection sneered back at me from the fogged-up mirror.Fingerstraced the darkened skin where his hands had been, each spot a trophy.Frombeing used like a fuck puppet to enjoying the way he made my body sing, we’d come a long way in a couple of months.Betweenhim andMarco,Ifelt complete, likeIcould last through this life and into the next.

Thewater scalded at first, almost a punishment, butItilted my head back and let it cascade down, savoring the pain.Itwas a counterpoint to the savage satisfaction inside of me, the relentless drumbeat of power that pulsed through my veins.Thisnew hunger didn’t scare me—not anymore.Icraved it, fed on it like the most addictive drug.

Steppingout, the cool air raised every hair on my body, but the chill couldn’t touch the heat thatHunterhad ignited deep within me.Dropletsmarched down my curves, a teasing caress compared to the demanding grip of his hands and the ruthless pressure of his mouth.Iwanted more.Moreof him, more ofMarco, more guns, morepower, more, more, more.I’dbecome an insatiable little heathen.Whoknew that all it took was a date at the beach and the cock of a gentle giant to warm me up to being devoured bySatanhimself?

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