Page 72 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden. Darrow. Angelica.

Eden’s mouth went dry.

L… love…?

She felt the same for Priest too, but…

“Fuck you all,” Angelica said. “Fuck you all! I had to do what I had to do! I want my money!”

“Get the fuck out of here and stay away,” Darrow said. “I won’t be able to stop Priest from—”

Eden heard herself scream before she realized she was screaming. She looked to her right and watched herself grab her empty beer bottle. She gripped the skinny neck of the bottle and smacked it off the table, breaking the bottle.

Eden then moved from around Priest and swung her right hand through the air. The broken beer bottle hit against the left side of Angelica’s neck. Blood appeared instantly. Eden dropped the broken beer bottle.

“Oh, fuck,” Darrow said.

Angelica grabbed for her neck. “You cut me! You tried to kill me!”

“Leave now or I’ll pick up that broken bottle and finish the job,” Priest warned. “And while you’re bleeding out, I’ll cut that tattoo next to your rotten cunt right off your body and make you eat it!”

Eden stood, her hands shaking uncontrollably. There was blood on her right hand. Angelica moved her hand away from her neck. Blood seeped from various cuts. It wasn’t a mortal wound.

Angelica ran to her car, her neck bleeding. She loudly wept, wanting to make a scene for herself. She got into her car and sped away, tires screeching.

That’s when both Priest and Darrow slowly looked at Eden. She held her right hand out. It was still shaking.

“I… I…”

“You sliced that cunt like a Thanksgiving Day turkey,” Darrow said. “You’re as crazy and badass as Mara.”

“Darrow, take a walk,” Priest said. Darrow started to turn but Priest grabbed his shoulder. “You’ll handle the other guy?”

“Of course, brother. I’m sorry about this. But I had to get the truth.”

“Appreciate that.”

Priest let Darrow go.

As Darrow walked away, Priest touched Eden’s face.

“Is this really how it happens?” Eden asked. “I just stabbed your wife in the neck with a broken beer bottle. And we’restaring at each other, about to tell each other we love one another.”

“You’re covered in my wife’s blood,” Priest said with a nod. “And, yeah, I’m going to tell you that I love you. And you’re going to tell me that you love me. That’s how it works in this world. There’s no romance.”

“Fuck romance,” Eden said. “The crazy outlaw shit is way hotter.”

For the first time in what felt like maybe forever, Priest smiled.

Chapter Twenty-Six

From the Clit to the Cutter

Priest held Eden’s cunt over his mouth and he squeezed her hips with force, loving the way she dripped into his mouth. As though he were squeezing a juicy orange. Getting hisVitamin C…

He brought Eden down to his mouth, allowing his tongue to dart back into her body, feeling her throbbing rhythm of love, squeezing and tugging at his tongue, wanting something deeper. His right hand moved to her ass. He kept going, pulling, seeking something a little more forbidden. When the tip of his middle finger found that certain forbidden spot, all warm and tight, he rubbed and pressed, teasing and testing Eden’s darker side of desire.

Eden had her hands against the wall, fingers spread wide, rocking her hips, not sure what to focus on. Priest’s tongue had been buried deep into her body, curling and swirling. Now he had a finger teasingback there. Without even needing to think it over, Eden caught herself resting back against his touch, wanting it.

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