Page 143 of Fall into Savagery

She blew raspberries at me. “Oh, whatever.”

I pulled her back and fell on the mattress when I got close to the bed, letting her settle on top of me. She sat up, her legs on either side of my hips, pressing her sweet pussy against me in the best way possible.

Fuck, I could feel myself getting hard.

Could feel my control slipping with her so close by. I couldn’t take her. Not like this. Not when we were alone, and no one was around to keep me in check. I didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want my darkness to get to her.

She laid her hands flat on my chest and looked down at me.

“What are we doing?” she asked softly.

I knew what she wanted by the look in her eyes. I held in a smile. “Waiting for the other two to get ready so we can leave.”

We were heading back to Arizona. To the place that had been her hell for close to a decade, and we were going to watch it burn down to the ground.

Her hands molded around my pecs. I felt that move all the way down to my dick.

I closed my eyes and ran my hands up and down her sides.

“Damien?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Are you done hiding yet? Mikhail said I need to give you time, but I don’t think time is what you need.”

She ground down against me, and I opened my eyes and took her in with some amusement and, admittedly, wariness.

I didn’t think I had ever been wary of anyone before.

Catalina just had the power to bring that out of me.

I stopped her movements with my hands, letting out a small groan. “Baby, I don’t think now is a good time.”

“When is a good time? When Mikhail and Nikolay are around?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her. We both knew what my answer was.

“What are you scared of?” she asked.

“Hurting you,” I confessed. “Scaring you. Seeing the love in your eyes turn to fear and betrayal.”

Once upon a time, I reveled in the fear in her eyes. Had loved it when they turned red and puffy with her tears.

I had wanted to taste her sadness and keep her like this, under my thumb. Easy to control.

She had been my pawn.

Mine to use, to play … to own.

Her feelings hadn’t mattered.

Not in the grand scheme of things.

That was no longer the case.

I fucking dreaded the day I might take this too far.

She frowned. “I don’t think that’s possible. You have more control than any man I know.”

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