Page 23 of Savage Desire

Glancing back at the door, my smile spreads into a wicked grin when I spy the lock. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoes around the room and I’m already staring at the woman in question, eager to watch her reaction, see the realization wash over her face when she finds herself trapped in these four little walls with the big bad wolf.

The sight that greets me has my cock ready to explode.

Her eyes dart to mine, lightning fast, and widen in shock before morphing into horror. Her back stiffens as she stands tall, hair whipping around her face as her eyes dart around the room. I spot the moment she decides running into a bathroom stall would be better than facing me, but I’m moving before she has a chance to reach the cubicle.

She’s in my arms in the next breath, feet clean off the floor, back pressed against my chest as I breathe her in.

“Wylder, I?—”

Whatever she’s about to say is halted when I spin her in my hands, planting her back against the wall by the sinks. Her next word doesn’t come as she gapes at me, gulping around a lump in her throat, and I grin.

“That wasn’t very nice, Little Witch,” I breathe, enjoying the way her eyebrows furrow and her nostrils flare before she finally finds her tongue.

“Stop calling me that.”

I tilt my head, staring deep into her eyes. “But you are my little witch.”

She shakes her head, her lips pursing as she grows more irritated.

Good. Feel mad. Feel frustrated. Feel what I’m feeling.

“Not when you say it like that, I’m not,” she hisses, a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but if she’s aiming that look my way she’s going to be even more surprised.

I won’t apologize for my flaws. We all have them. Her included. I haven’t found a single one yet, but I know it’s there, and I already know I won’t care what it is.

“Say it like what?” I ask, biting back the nickname from my tongue as I inch closer, pressing the length of my body against hers as I tighten my hold at her waist. I want her to wrap her legs around my hips, bring me closer, but she doesn’t.

Stubborn.

I like it.

“Like it’s a bad thing.”

“Like what’s a bad thing?” I push, curious to see if she’ll reveal a little vulnerability to me. I crave it. She’s given me so much already, but I want more. And knowing Lincoln took the most innocent piece of her has me desperate to claw away at the rest of her for everything she has to give.

She rubs her lips together nervously, her bravado slipping for the briefest moment before she narrows her eyes on mine. “Being a witch.”

“Maybe it is.” The words are heavy on my tongue, revealing the truth, and I watch as a frown transforms her face. The confusion is clear in her eyes, especially since our different quadrants have never been an issue before, and she shakes her head, the dejection even more prominent now.

“Put me down, Wylder.” Her words are firm, strong, I’ll give her that, but if she thinks they’re going to work on me, she’s got a lot to learn.

Instead of following her command, I lean in closer, making sure my cock presses against her stomach as I run my nose along the cut of her jaw, all the way up the side of her face until my lips ghost over the shell of her ear.

“Make me.”

Her fingers curl into my t-shirt, her breaths growing shorter with every pass.

“I liked you, Wylder. God, I let you…” Her words trail off and my gut twists, hating her use of the past tense.

Liked?

Fuck that.

“You’re going to keep letting me, aren’t you, Little Witch…” I breathe against her ear, feeling a shiver ripple through her limbs as I hold her captive against the wall, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Her palms press against my chest, attempting to put distance between us, but I ignore it, pushing harder against her until I have to drop my face into the crook of her neck. Dragging my tongue over her delicate skin, I feel the goosebumps rise in my wake, and it feeds the ecstasy coursing through my veins. My dick twitches more fiercely at the reactions she’s giving me, and she grunts.

“You’re getting off on this, on being mean to me.”

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