Page 22 of Savage Thief

“Fuck you, John Hark.” Death glitters behind those pretty false lashes. Does her new husband not think she is enough without them? What a fool. The only makeup she needs is the flush of a climax on her flawless skin.

“Or, should I say Theon DiLuca?”

I suddenly feel exhausted as I peer down at her. For thirty-one of my thirty-eight years, I’ve been running from that name and it has finally caught back up to me. And on the lips of a woman I once loved.

“How do you know that name?” Only a few of my club brothers know the truth behind my Hark Legend and what brought me to the Savages. For her to have dug it up says something about her tenacity. And deep pockets.

“You owe me that much. Now tell me.”

She tugs on her arms, but I don’t give an inch.

“You know me. I go after what I want.” She fights me harder. I only tighten my grip.

“Asena,” I warn with a lethal edge to my sharp tone.

She raises her chin definitely but sees something in my expression that has her lips moving.

“After you died in my father’s office, I had to know the truth. It took some digging but I found out your name, Theon. Dead. Just as dead as one John Hark, or so I thought.” The feel of her gaze sweeping over me sends a flood of heat to my cock and I’m hard as if she gave a command.

I ignore my primal reactions and focus on what I need to know.

“A wedding dress? I have to say, I’m kind of shocked at seeing the mighty Titan princess in a color so pure. Does your new husband know about the nipple piercings? Or did your father off him before he got to first base?” I gesture to the blood.

The bastard in me can’t help but push her buttons. Not only because I’ve missed the hell out of the way she licks her lips before giving a good tongue lashing, but also because it’s better than ravishing her with all the pent-up emotions I’ve bottled up where she’s concerned.

“Don’t wanna tell me,” I coo sweetly by her ear. I lodge my thigh between hers and allow myself a bit of a groan at the feel of her heat against my thigh. It takes some work under all this damn dress, but Jesus H. Christ. She burns just as hot as I remember.

“Hark, what the hell are you doing?” A hand slips free long enough to come down and grip my balls.

I growl and rock my hips in her hand. She gasps and I know she feels my length.

When she sees the dark promises in my eyes of having her follow through with whatever threat I know is going through that pretty mind she loosens her hold. I take that second to secure her hand again.

“What are you doing?” she asks again, this time with her hot gaze locked on mine.

I have all night to show her. Once she answers me.

“Which of the lucky enforcer bastards did you get to say I do? Or did you go higher up the ladder this time?”

She thrashes against my hold but only manages to loosen the bodice of her gown. “You bastard!”

“I won’t deny your claim,” I agree and lean down to run my tongue over the quivering mounds of her breasts.Sugar on my tongue. Fuck me.

I wonder if her areolas are just as pink as I recall and just as sensitive? “If I were to pull this slip of cloth down, would I still find stones the color of my eyes in those bars?” I take the edge of the bodice between my teeth and give a tug.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to bet, princess?”

My question seems to silence her for a fraction of a second. Her chest heaves with heavy breathing and the fire in her eyes is the most exquisite sight. I wonder if she realizes those lashes of hers fluttered so sweetly?

She struggles and since I have her hands hostage, she uses her teeth to snap with the force of a lioness. I move just fast enough to keep my earlobe intact.

“Push me and find out what I’ll dare and not dare to do.” I let her see the truth of my words when she peels her eyes off my mouth long enough to look into my eyes. “Playtime is over. Why are you here, Asena? And why is there blood on this dress?”

She opens her mouth but screams and the loud pops of a gun going off have me backing up fast.

“What the fuck is going on?”

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