Page 6 of Poisonous Savage

"I'mnot going to fuck you."

"Youdon't have a choice, wife."

Istumbled into the bedroom as he pushed the door shut behind us.Hethrew me onto the bed, the impact stealing my breath.Theworld spun, andIsqueezed my eyes shut.Thiscannot be happening.

"Fuckyour defiance," he spat.

Hepulled me against him, our bodies crashing together with an unholy force.Histouch seared my skin, every cell screaming asIgasped for air, my chest heaving asItried to breathe.

Hispresence smothered me, impossible to escape.Theraw strength of him enveloped me, caging me in.Itried to struggle, to get away, but he held me in place, a hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing just enough to make it hard to breathe but not enough to kill me.Hisfree hand tore open his shirt, pulling it off as the hand around my neck lifted to pull the sleeve off.Tossingit on the floor, he grinned, pulling my breasts out of the corset of my dress, hiking the skirting up so my legs were exposed.

Hismouth crashed onto mine, a brutal claim that left no room for resistance.Thetaste of iron bloomed as his lips moved against me with primal urgency.Histongue forced entry, the sweep of it an invasion that branded my soul with the fire of his dominion.

Ifought against him, my fists beating on the broad expanse of his back, scratching and clawing.Forall myefforts,Iearned myself a chuckle.Mybody betrayed me, heat pooling at my core in a treacherous response to his touch.Goddamnit, no, no, no.Thiscouldn't be happening.Itried to think of anything, anything but this, but allIcould feel was the panic being replaced by desire.Aneed to hate fuck this man who had ruined my life.

"Fuck," he muttered against my lips, the curse a caress that only served to stoke the flames within me further.Hishands were everywhere, tracing the lines of my fear and shaping them into something darkly carnal.

Hisgrip shifted, one hand tangling in my long black hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss, while the other roamed down to grasp the softness of my thigh, hitching it over his hip in a silent demand for closeness thatIcouldn't deny.Thefabric of my dress bunched between us as he ground his hips into me.

"Tonight, you break," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones.

Thebed dipped beneath his weight as he pressed me deeper into the mattress.Itried to close my legs, to hold myself together, to ignore the heat building between us.Butit was useless.Hisknee wedged between my legs, parting them easily.Unzippinghis pants, he pulled his cock out, long, thick... angry looking.Hepushed my panties to the side and slid home in one go, his smile faltering.

"Thoughtyou'd be pure,"Hunterall but sneered, pulling back just enough to survey my flushed face with those dark eyes. "Nota virgin, eh?Whois he?"

Silencewas my weapon—the only oneIhad left—but it was as futile as everything else.Hechuckled, a sound that promised retribution. "Gonnafind out anyway," he vowed, his breath hot against my skin. "Nomatter,I'llreplace every memory you have of him and make them mine."

Mynails dug into his shoulders, the sharp sting a futile attempt to ward off the inevitability of what was to come.Witheach movement, with each relentless thrust, he claimed not just my body but the very airIbreathed.Hisscent filled my being, becoming a part of me even asIsought to reject it.

Theroom echoed with the sounds of our union, flesh against flesh that resonated through the hollow chambers of my heart.Pleasurewound its way through the brutality, even asItried to shut off my mind and ignore it.

"Mine," he grunted with every push, the word etched onto the walls of my soul with each punishing stroke.Hebit and nipped at my skin, his fingers bruising as they held my thighs in place, taking what he wanted.

Theline between hatred and desire blurred, smeared by the chaos of sensations that he roused within me.ThethingInever knewI'dever want.

Theroom spun, the darkness punctuated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp.Hishands, those weapons of possession, traced the line of my stomach—gentle one moment, punishing the next.

"Goddamn, such a perfect little whore," he muttered into the crook of my neck, his breath hot and heavy.Thecoarse stubble of his jaw grazed my skin, leaving a trail of stinging sensations thatIcouldn't ignore.Hewas everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Atear escaped, carving a silent path down my cheek.Itwasn't sorrow—it was rage, a wildfire spreading through my veins.Iwanted to scream, to fight, to run, but an orgasm ripped through me, responding to his with a hunger that tasted of regret.Pushingdeep inside me, he came with a low groan, holding himself there for a moment before pulling out and wiping the tip of his cock on my dress with a smirk.

"Goodgirl," his voice gave a low rumble of satisfaction as he sensed my reluctant surrender.Hismouth claimed mine once more, a kiss that was anything but tender.I'dnever tell him, but those words did something to me.SomethingI'dnever say out loud.

Exhaustionclawed at my limbs, the hours of struggle and ecstasy leaving me hollow.Ilay beside him, the sheets twisted around us.Inthis quiet aftermath, the chaos of our joining receded, leaving a silence that screamed inside my head.Ihated this man.

Istared at the canopy above, the intricate patterns dancing in the dim light, mocking my dwindling hope.CouldIever break free from this man, this monster who had stolen my will, as easily as he'd taken my body?OrwouldIbecome a twisted reflection of him, a queen in a kingdom built on fear and violence?

Themattress dipped beside me.Hisweight shifted away from me, his presence as suffocating as the silence.Notender whispers or caresses here; this was the domain of death.

Moonlightsliced through the darkness, lightingHunter'stattooed back; it was a maze, but the frog splayed in the center, crawling up towards the base of his neck.I'dheard the rumors.Heenjoyed killing using poison.Iguess this was his form of poetry.

Mygaze tracked over his scarred arm, each mark a story of violence etched into his skin.Andas much as my mind screamed in protest, my body had been witness to it, the bruises and bite marks that vividly sang his violent victory.Myfingers curled into fists, nails digging into mypalms—the only fight left in me asIlay defeated yet defiant.

Hisbreathing slowed, a steady rhythm that mocked the chaos churning inside me.Andin the quiet,Ifelt it—the pull of something dark and compelling.Power.Itsurged through me.Acalling from my heritage to my future.Embrace.Accept.Rule.

Themattress creaked asIturned away, putting miles between us in the expanse ofEgyptiancotton.Itwould never be enough.

Iclosed my eyes, letting the darkness envelop me.Insleep, perhapsIcould find solace.Onething was certain—though the battle lines were drawn, this war was far from over.

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