Page 45 of Untamed

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shake my head. “Stop with that already. I deserve you, just as you deserve me.”

He laughs; the sound humorless as he scrubs a palm over his stubble. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Mila.”

“You think because I’m young, I don’t know what I want?” I bite out, my frustration bubbling over. “You sound just like my father, telling me what I do and don’t want. I’m so sick and tired of people thinking they know what’s best for me. I’m nearly nineteen, old enough to make my own decisions.” I glare at him, but Colter just watches me with… is that amusement in his eyes? I scowl. “I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. What will it take for you to believe that.” My eyes implore him, begging him to see the truth bleeding from me.

Colter watches me for a long moment, and I see the exact moment everything changes. A predatory hunger flickers in his eyes, ready and waiting to strike its prey.

It’s me. I’m the prey. Ready and waiting like a willing sacrifice, to be devoured by the hunter.

I swallow, a wave of hesitation sliding beneath my skin, but I’ll be damned if I let him see it.

I started this and I’m going to finish it.

Even if I can’t walk the next day.

Chapter Thirty

COLTER

Mila runs her tongue across her bottom lip suggestively, her eyes filled with determination and locked on mine.

I’ve made every effort to be the good guy for once in my life. To take things slow, to do right by her. But her persistence has snapped the last shred of decency I was holding on to and left me with no other choice.

If Mila insists she’s ready to do this, I’ll show her exactly who she is dealing with.

In one fluid motion, I have her beneath me, pushing her legs open and wedging my body between them. She gasps, blinking up at me in a daze. Her chest rises and falls, and I can almost taste the lust in her eyes.

I’m a piece of shit for crossing lines that were clearly drawn in the sand. For giving in to Mila and taking something that shouldn’t ever belong to a man like me. But nothing on this earth could stop me from being the first man inside her. I will cherish this gift she’s giving me more than anyone else, so why shouldn’t it be mine?

“Fuck it,” I mutter, pushing off the couch and scooping Mila up in my arms.

“What’re you doing?” she breathes, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“I told you I won’t fuck you on the couch.” She opens her mouth to argue but I stop her when I add, “There’s a perfectly good bed in the corner.”

She sucks in a breath, her eyes going to the bed as if she just remembered it’s in here. It might be just as dusty as the couch, but this girl at least deserves a bed to lose her virginity in.

I gently place her down on the mattress and pull off her boots, ignoring the way my nostrils twitch when dust rises in the air. Mila stares at me as I pull off my own boots, then strip out of my clothes, her wide eyes dropping to my hard cock when I remove my boxer briefs. She licks her lips, squirming on the bed.

“You begged for this, Sunshine, and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to be as gentle with you as I’m capable of, because it’s your first time. But make no mistake, you’ll feel me in every inch of your body by the time I’m done with you. Tomorrow when you feel a twinge of an ache, remember it’s because of me. Remember. You. Fucking. Asked. For. This.”

Climbing between her spread legs, my lips claim hers in a passionate, consuming kiss. Mila gasps, allowing me entrance and I shove my tongue into her mouth, tasting every part of her. She fights for dominance that I’ll never allow, tangling her tongue with mine and meeting me stroke for stroke. I’ve got to give it to the girl, she might not have much experience with men, but she’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.

Mila whimpers beneath me, her arms winding around my neck as she grinds against me. I break the kiss, tearing my mouth away and smirking when she reaches for me. I shake my head. Her mouth parts and she stares up at me, all innocence and all mine.

It’s a reckless move, declaring her as mine, but for a long time everything in my world’s felt wrong, I’ve been confused. With Mila everything feels right, I have clarity.

I push up to my knees, my jaw tightening as I watch her. I have to lock every muscle down in my body to stop myself from ravishing her. It’s going against every single one of my primal instincts but I don’t want to scare her.

“Remove your clothes, Sunshine. I want to see you.”

“Colter,” she gasps, her pupils dilating with her arousal.

Her hands reach down, grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it up her body and over her head. My eyes rake over her hourglass figure, taking in the simple white lace bra covering her full tits.

JesusfuckingChrist, this woman really is the whole package. Not only does she have a kind soul, but she’s stunning with a body made for sin.

And sin we will.

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