Page 11 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage

Crew

She wasn’t coming back. I knew it the second the clock hit midnight, and she hadn’t shown up. Nova Travers was stubborn as hell. She was also scared. Scared of what I didn’t know. But that was alright. I could be patient. When I wanted something, I didn’t sit around waiting for the world to hand it to me. I went after it. Nova was no different than anything else I wanted.

I threw on a black hoodie and jeans, grabbed my room key, and took the elevator down to her suite. I knocked once, hard enough to be heard but not hard enough to startle the kids at this hour. After a few moments, a woman I knew to be Nova’s best friend answered the door. Tyra answered in pajama pants and a tank top, a satin bonnet halfway sliding off her head. She blinked at me, then smirked.

"About damn time," she whispered, stepping aside to let me in like she had been waiting for me.

"Where’s she at?" I asked low.

She pointed to the living room, grinning like she was in on some secret she couldn’t wait to see unfold.

"Passed out on the couch with the kids. Wine hit her harder than she thought."

I nodded once.

"You cool with this?"

Tyra shrugged.

"Look, all I know is my girl deserves a man that wants her as bad as you seem to. Plus, you had my girl singing 90s R&B in the shower and whether you know it or not the look on your face says that you want more than just a fling with my girl. But just to be clear I got a marksmanship award in the military, and I will air some shit out behind that one. We clear?” She asked, arching her brow.

“Clear.”

"Good then go get her," Tyra said, before walking over to the couch to pick up one of the kids with a wink.

Nova lay sprawled out on the couch with Timberly across her chest and DJ curled up at her feet. They were a mess of soft snores, tangled blankets and messy hair. She was perfect even in her sleep. I crouched down, brushing the back of my knuckles along her soft, warm cheek. She stirred a little but didn’t wake. Tyra came over and picked Timberly up off her and placed her on the other couch before covering her with a warm blanket. I slipped one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and lifted her carefully. She made a small noise that was half protest, half sleepy confusion. I pressed my lips to her temple.

"Shhh, Princess. I got you."

I carried her through the suite. Tyra cracked the door open wider with a big ass smile on her face.

"You’re welcome!" she whisper-yelled.

I nodded once before leaving, carrying Nova back to where she belonged. Back to my bed. We barely made it back to my suite before she stiffened and opened her eyes. When she saw it was me carrying her she relaxed back into me.

“I thought I told you that you would be in my bed tonight?”

“I- I fell asleep.” She lied. I wonder if she knew she wrinkled her nose when she told a lie.

“I told you it was cute when you did that. But if you do it again I’ll have to punish you,” I said.

“What?” She asked..

“If you lie to me again I’m going to fuck your throat until you can’t speak. I said.

Her eyes got big, and her breathing increased. I watched her eyes become heavy with lust. I watched as her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her soft lips. The thought alone of those lips wrapped around my dick had me walking a little faster.

“Is that what you want? Princess. Would you like me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned.

As soon as I let us into my suite I took Nova over by the island in the kitchen and placed her on her feet.

“Take off your clothes,” I told her as I undressed down to my black boxer briefs. Once she was naked before me I lifted her in my arms again and placed her on her back on the island. I pulled the top of her body off the edge letting her head hang back, so she was looking up at me. I ran my knuckles across her cheek before asking her.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Control.” She whimpered.

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