Page 8 of Savage Torment

Despite the worry rising in me, I sigh, shouldering the strength to face him. "What is your problem?" His nose twitches, tongue darting out over his bottom lip as he continues to assess me, offering no inkling of an answer. "Okaaaay, well, if we're done here, which I'm quite sure we are, I'm going now." My words are stronger than I expect, lifting my confidence even more as I move to shake out of his grip, but it only tightens.

"I don't think it's wise to be skipping through the halls with wolves."

I frown at him, his statement catching me off guard. I have no interaction with this guy, none that doesn't involve him being a total ass to me, but this is another level.

"What I do or don’t do and with whom I do or do not do it is none of your business."

His fingers flex against my skin as he leans closer, nose touching the tip of mine as he sighs. His free hand presses against my temple as he mutters under his breath, and a moment later I'm overwhelmed with the onslaught of memories flooding my mind.

Our last encounter flashes in my head. Blaze. B. The vampires. The compulsion. All of it.

I don't know what emotion to cling to first. Instead of trying to find the words, I slam my palms against his chest, attempting and failing to shove him away as he continues to crowd my space. I repeat the motion, more weight behind the move, but he still doesn't budge. "I can't believe you did that," I snap, and he shrugs, cocking a brow at me.

"Really?"

My lips pinch as my nostrils flare, and before I can think about my actions, I rear back my arm and slap him acrossthe face. My eyes widen in surprise, the reaction seemingly a familiar one in his presence at this stage. I stiffen, my spine ramrod straight as I wait with bated breath for his response.

He doesn't keep me waiting long before his free hand grabs mine, hauling me closer as he presses my fingers against the outline of his cock through his pants.

What. The. Fuck.

"Do you feel how fucking hard you make me? Slap me again, but keep your hand right there and feel how I fucking pulse for you," he rasps, his dick twitching against my palm, and I shudder.

I gulp, unable to find a single word as he snickers. "Come on, Polaris. Aren't you going to slap me just for making you feel?" he goads, and I shake my head.

"You're unhinged."

He shrugs. "I've been called worse."

This man is insane. Worse than insane. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're… something."

I raise my eyebrows. I don't know what his retort was going to be, but that… I’m not sure about that. Taking a step back, I meet the familiar press of the stone wall behind me as his hand keeps my fingers wrapped around his cock.

"Blaze," I warn, but it goes unnoticed as he crowds my space, his lips settling at my ear.

"Do you like that? Do you like having a thick dick dripping with pre-cum from the mere touch of your hand?"

My thighs clench together. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Stop," I whisper, the word no longer holding the strength I had moments ago, and he knows it.

"Or what?" His lips brush over my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

My pulse thunders in my ears, the only sound stretching between us as I try to think of something… anything.

"Or I'll tell my friends."

"It's cute that you think I'm going to let you remember any of this," he states, leaning back just enough so all I can see are his eyes as he obscures the rest of the world from my view.

I feel the retort on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it down. He effortlessly stole my memories last time, nothing is stopping him from doing it again. I'd rather not waste my time and effort.

"Is there a point to any of this, Blaze?" I ask, each word etched in defeat.

"It's aimed right at you. Just say the word," he breathes, thrusting his hips to grind his cock against my hand, leaving me breathless.

He did not just say that. Even worse, I'm wavering under the heat of his proximity.

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