Page 14 of Slash Me Savagely

Rob tried to rally, swinging wide. I caught his arm, twisted, and sent him crashing to the floor. His eyes widened in shock and fear. I straddled him, my hands wrapping around his throat. His flesh yielded under my grip, his breaths growing shallow, then desperate.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her." Each word was punctuated by a squeeze, his face turning a mottled red. His hands clawed at mine, nails digging into my skin. I barely felt it. All I saw was the bruise on Gemma's cheek, the fear in her eyes when he'd loomed over her.

His struggles grew weak, his eyes bulging. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I leaned in, my voice a low growl. "Never again."

His body convulsed, then stilled. His chest stopped moving. I held on, counting the seconds, making sure. Then, I released him, standing up slowly.

I turned to Gemma, my breaths coming in ragged bursts. She stared at me, eyes wide, hand pressed to her cheek.

Anger surged through me, hot and fresh, at the sight of the bruise marring her skin. I stepped over Rob's body, my foot connecting with his lifeless form.

Once.

Twice.

A pathetic vent for the rage inside me.

"Matt..." Gemma's voice was soft, barely a whisper.

I knelt beside her, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. My hand hovered over her cheek, not yet touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. "He's dead," I said, voice flat, devoid of emotion.

She shuddered, her breath hitching. "Why?" The word escaped her lips like a secret, whispered into my ear.

I leaned in, my voice a low rumble. "Because he touched you." My fingers brushed her cheek, tracing the bruise that marred her perfect skin. A surge of protectiveness coursed through me, dark and consuming. "You cannot escape from me,printessa. You're mine now."

Gemma's eyes met mine, wide and searching. Then, she did something I didn't expect. She leaned in, her lips pressing against mine. It was soft, tentative, a question more than a statement.

I froze, surprised by the sudden contact.

She pulled back, just enough to speak, her breath mingling with mine. "Fuck me."

My cock hardened at her words, a rush of desire sweeping through me. I looked at her, really looked, seeing the darkness lurking behind her eyes. A slow smile spread across my face.

"There's darkness in you," I murmured, my hands moving to her shirt, deftly unbuttoning it.

I pulled out her tits, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, sucking, biting gently.

She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. I growled, the sound vibrating against her skin.

"I knew it," I said, moving to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "I knew there was a reason I wanted you so badly."

I released her breast, my mouth trailing up to her neck, biting, sucking. She moaned, her body arching into mine. I pushed her down, my hands rough, demanding. She hit the floor, breath whooshing out, eyes wide with surprise and desire.

"Here?" she gasped, looking at Rob's lifeless body beside us.

I grinned, a dark, feral thing. "Here," I growled, unbuckling my belt, pulling down my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready.

Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. She licked her lips, a quick dart of her tongue. I gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She let out a soft cry, her hands scrambling for purchase on the bedroom floor.

I yanked down her jeans, her panties, exposing her to me. She was wet, glistening. I ran a finger through her folds, a low groan escaping me. She pushed back against my hand, a silent plea.

I gripped her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. Then, with one hard thrust, I was inside her. She cried out, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting me.

I began to move, my hips driving into her, each thrust a claim, a statement.

She was mine.

Mine to protect.

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