Page 25 of Savage Boss

Jane stared at him blankly then looked down at her hand. Her mouth fell open in shock as she realized she was still holding the broken wineglass. She dropped it instantly and then flinched when it hit the floor and finished shattering. Vlad didn’t move a muscle. A small part of him was glad that Jane hadn’t intended to hurt him. She’d just been fighting with everything she had at her disposal.

Her confusion quickly reverted to anger as she lifted blazing eyes to him. “Let me go.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

Vlad gripped her by the waist, ignoring her struggles as he flung her over his shoulder and carried her from the dining room. She screamed at him, bucked, and slammed her fists against his back.

Vlad was done.

He was fucking tired of the constant war that was his marriage. There was no ceasefire with this woman. No truce, no compromise, no give whatsoever. He wasn’t willing to let her go, which left only one option at his disposal. He had to crush her independence. Force her to depend on him for everything, from the food she ate, to the roof over her head, access to her friends and family, even her son. She would become his pet until he had her complete loyalty.

“Put me the fuck down, Vladimir!”

Her screams were so loud that three of Vlad’s security staff instantly converged on the couple, guns drawn, faces set in hard lines because they thought the lady of the house was being attacked.

As soon as Leo realized what was happening, he waved his men off and they disappeared as quickly as they showed up. They were used to being discreet around the volatile couple.

Vlad slammed the door to his office hard enough that the pictures on the wall rattled and he heard a crack. Probably the doorframe. He’d get someone to fix it later.

He stalked to his desk, swept his papers, calendar, pictures and office supplies onto the floor. Jane was still struggling in his arms, pushing his temper higher and higher. He slammed her onto the desk hard enough to wind her. Unfortunately, knocking the breath from her didn’t stop her wildly flailing limbs. Her leg came up between his legs, nearly crushing his balls. He was able to move fast enough to get away from her vicious kick.

“Stop fucking fighting me!” he bellowed as she flung herself up, fists flying.

He managed to dodge one but took a left hook to the side of his head, which was already ringing from the wineglass she’d broken on him.

He gripped her by the neck and slammed her back down, then changed his mind and flipped her over. She was small enough that she was easily moved around. She clawed at the opposite end of the desk, trying to drag herself across. Vlad gripped her hips and forced her back toward him.

He took hold of her jeans around the waistband, glad they were the stretchy ones and yanked, dragging them down her hips and legs. She kicked out at him, nailing him in the stomach. He grunted but didn’t stop. Though she was fierce, she wasn’t big enough or strong enough to stop him.

After he was finished dragging her pants off her feet, pulling her shoes and socks off in the process, he unzipped himself and pulled his cock out. It was just as angry as the rest of him. It wanted a piece of this woman in the worst way.

Before Jane, Vlad had always thought of himself as a gentle lover. He’d had his kinky moments; handcuffs and shit like that, but with Jane, she forced the beast inside him to new levels. She teased the killer until he wanted to come out and play.

Jane was panting and cursing him out, trying to twist around on the desk to throw another fist into his already battered head.

“Don’t you fucking do this, Vlad!” she shouted. “Not again!”

Two years ago, they’d gotten into a terrible fight after Jane escaped Vlad’s security in order to confront the man who had shot her. Vlad had intercepted her and ultimately ended up shooting the man who’d nearly killed his woman. Her old partner had survived and was now rotting in a prison cell. Vlad was keeping tabs on the man. The minute it seemed like Gruber was enjoying life again, Vlad was going to be sending him another message.

After the shooting, Jane had threatened Vlad and called herself his whore. He’d dragged her to his old apartment, where he’d taken his women before Jane. He’d fucked her with cold determination, uncaring of her pleasure. They’d both learned a lesson that day in how far they were willing to go to win the upper hand.

But now it seemed like the lesson was going to be revisited.

Jane was still fighting, still shouting at him. “If you do this I’ll - ”

“You’ll what?” Vlad asked viciously, gripping her hair tightly in his fist and dragging her head back. “If you say you’ll leave, I really will break your neck.”

She screamed her frustration while he kicked her legs open, lined himself up against her and slammed himself home. He hadn’t bothered to check if she was ready for him. He didn’t care. It was either fuck or fight and if he fought Jane, he would damage her beyond repair.

Lucky for her she was wet. Fighting with Vlad turned her on just as much as it did him. It’d always been that way for them. An explosion of wills, both physical and mental.

Vlad slid out and then slammed himself home again, the tight squeeze of her exquisite pussy easing some of his tension. It centered him, reminded him of his love for Jane, reminded him to slow down so he wouldn’t hurt his delicate wife. She may present herself as a shitkicker, but she could be too easily hurt.

Gradually her enraged shouts eased and began morphing into grunts of pain mixed with pleasure as his hips hit her ass hard enough to slam her into the desk over and over. The sugar skull tattoo on Jane’s hip tantalized him as it jiggled and danced with his thrusts.

Once Vlad had vented enough of his aggression of her, he slowed his rhythm in an attempt to build her pleasure. He could see the tension drain from her shoulders. Where she had been scrambling to pull herself up the desk, she was now digging her nails in and pushing herself back onto his cock.

Vlad pulled out and flipped her over on the desk so she was facing him. Her beautiful fiery chocolate eyes scorched him with hate even as she reached for him, scoring his shoulders with her sharp nails and dragging him down for a feverish kiss. Vlad allowed the small aggression, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth, filling her, even as he surged into her pussy once more.

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