Page 58 of Siren's Salvation

"Fuck you, Shiver," I spit out, but there's no real venom in my words.

My breath comes out shaky, betraying my arousal.

He chuckles, low and dangerous. "That's the idea, darlin'."

I clench my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to lean into him. "This isn't happening," I insist, but even to my own ears, it sounds weak.

Shiver's grip on my neck tightens slightly, just enough to make me gasp. "Your body says otherwise, Siren. I can feel you trembling."

And he's right, damn him.

I'm shaking, caught between the desire to push him away and pull him closer.

His authoritative nature both infuriates and excites me, and I fucking hate how much I love it.

"You don't own me," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Shiver's free hand comes up to trace my jawline, his touch feather-light and maddening.

"Maybe not yet," he says, his voice husky with promise, "but we both know it's just a matter of time."

I swallow hard, trying to regain my composure as Shiver's words hang in the air.

His hand is still on my neck, his presence overwhelming.

But I'm not about to let him have the last word.

I open my mouth to retort when Shiver suddenly turns to Dex, who's been watching our exchange with a mixture of amusement and barely concealed lust.

"What do you say, brother?" Shiver asks, his voice rough. "You want to fuck her right now?"

My eyes widen, and I can't help but arch an eyebrow. "Are you fucking serious?" I blurt out, my heart racing. "We don't have time for this shit. We've got three hours tops, and Zane wants this ready for Sassy."

Dex's brow furrows in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

I sigh, realizing I need to bring him up to speed. "Chey and Grim found her at the grocery store," I explain, my voice clipped. "Your uncle is holding her prisoner until they can confirm she's pregnant... and if she is, she'll stay here until she has the baby and then he'll kill her for betraying the club."

The words taste bitter in my mouth, but it's the cold, hard truth of our world.

I watch Dex's face, gauging his reaction.

He runs a hand through his hair, his expression hardening.

"That's cold," he says finally, "but understandable, given how many people the club has lost."

Shiver chimes in, his voice low and full of dark promise. "An hour is more than enough time to have you squirming and begging for more."

I feel a shiver run down my spine, and I hate how my body responds to his words.

I clench my thighs together, trying to ignore the heat building between them.

"You're out of your mind if you think we're doing this now," I hiss, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

Shiver's hand slides from my neck to my waist, pulling me flush against him. "Am I?" he challenges, his breath hot against my ear. "Because your body's telling me a different story, darlin'."

I close my eyes, fighting against the desire threatening to overwhelm me.

This is insane.

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