Page 69 of Scavenger's Oath
“You think this is a game?” he snaps.
“No—”
“You've been testing me since the second I let you out of that cell,” he growls, closing the distance between us in two strides. Tension radiates off him in waves as his hand catches my throat, squeezing until it’s hard to breathe. “Parading around in that shirt like you don't know what it does to me. Looking at me like that… like you're helpless. Like youwantto be.”
My heart is slamming against my ribs, but I don't fight. His other hand grips my thigh fast. My body jolts as I suck in a breath.
“You're not helpless, Ivy,” he grinds out, lips inches from mine. “You're fucking dangerous.”
Phoenix’s hand dips under my shirt and cups my bare pussy possessively. Like he means to own it. I can feel how wet I am, how sensitive.
His eyes flash when he realises it too.
“I barely touched you,” he breathes, gliding his fingers through my wetness, “and you're already soaked. Is this whatyou wanted? Me to lose control?”
All I can do is let out a ragged breath, whimpering.
“You've beenbeggingfor this,” he whispers, pushing two digits into me. Slow and deep. “Without saying a word.”
A moan slips from my lips. He keeps me perched right on the edge of the desk as he curls his fingers, making me tremble.
“You happy now?” he murmurs at my throat. “You like making me break?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
The corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile, more like a devilish smirk.
“Then break me,” he orders, biting down on my throat as he fucks me hard with his fingers.
Rough, claiming strokes that have me clawing at the desk, gasping his name without meaning to. My thighs clamp around his wrist, body shuddering.
“Look at you,” he growls, voice ragged. “Dripping for me. You don't even realise what you've done, do you?”
His lips ghost the shell of my ear, breath hot. “We should’ve left you on the streets that night. Would’ve been less trouble.”
Phoenix’s taunting words make my stomach knot. But then he curls his fingers again and I nearly break apart.
“But now,” he pants, “you’remineto deal with. You made sure of that.”
My eyes flutter shut, heat rising, building into something unbearable. I want to let go. Ineedto.
His voice, dark and possessive, pushes me closer with every word. His thumb circles my clit, sending shimmers of electricity through me. I cry out, nearing that pinnacle.
“You wanted to see how far I'd go?” he whispers. “You wanted toruinme? Well, you fuckingsucceeded.”
Chapter 23
Myles
The hallway’s suspiciously quiet. No shuffling behind the bars, no soft inhale when she senses me coming. No fuckinglockon the cell door.
My stomach knots at the sight of the cell through the window of the holding room door. It’s wide open!
Picking up my pace, my boots echo on the concrete as I storm toward the door and stop cold.
She's not there.
She's not in the fucking cell!
