Page 71 of Ruthless Creatures
“After you left me in that room at the restaurant, I heard more gunshots. Was that you?”
He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes. There were two men with guns. They had their sights trained on Stavros and Sloane. I killed them.”
Oh, bridge. High, unstable rope bridge swinging across a roaring river far, far below. I sure hope you’ll hold my weight as I step out onto you.
I whisper, “Okay. Thank you for being honest. You should take me into the bedroom now.”
Without another word, Kage picks me up in his arms.
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I already knew Kage was intense, but I’m unprepared for the violence of his need when he gets me down onto the bed.
Whatever he’s been holding back up to now is unleashed.
With a vengeance.
Kneeling on the mattress over me, he rips open the bodice of my dress. The sound of tearing fabric is almost as loud as the sound of my ragged breathing. Then he drags his shirt off over his head, falls on top of me with a snarl, shoves my bra up under my chin, and latches onto one of my rigid nipples.
He greedily sucks it into his mouth.
When I cry out, he pauses his voracious sucking long enough to growl, “Gentle next time. This time I’m gonna give you my marks.”
He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh below my nipple.
I groan, writhing underneath him. It hurts, but it also feels incredible. Shockwaves of pleasure surge through my body from his stinging bite.
He does the same to my other breast, biting it like he wants to devour me whole.
Then he rears back, rolls me onto my belly, unhooks my bra with a practiced flick of his fingers, and yanks my dress down my hips and off my legs. My panties get the same rough treatment.
He tosses everything to the floor. When I look up over my shoulder at him, he’s staring down at my naked body with wild eyes and flared nostrils, tattooed chest heaving, his jaw and big fists clenched.
A thrill runs through me.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Part terror, part desire, and part pure adrenaline, it raises goose bumps on my arms and legs and makes my wild heartbeat go arrhythmic.
The way he wants me makes me feel superhuman. Like I’m capable of anything. Like all my atoms are vibrating at a dangerously high speed, threatening to crack me wide open.
Like I could levitate right off this bed and set the whole house on fire.
Looking up into his blazing dark eyes, I realize this is the first time in my life I haven’t been afraid to be myself. The first time I haven’t been scared of being judged. The first time I don’t care about doing the safe thing, the smart thing, the thing I “should” do.
The first time I’ve felt truly free.
I whisper, “Do it, then. Do it all. Give me all of you. And don’t you dare hold back.”
In his split second of hesitation, he moistens his lips. His lids drift lower.
Then he grabs me by the ankles, drags me to the edge of the bed, leans down, and takes a big, greedy mouthful of my ass.
He sinks his teeth into it with an animal’s snarl.
It’s a primitive sound of victory. Like a lion gloating over a fresh kill.
Then in place of his teeth I get his hand. His open palm meets the spot his mouth just was with a stingingcrackthat makes me jump and yelp in shock.
