Page 71 of Fall into Savagery

I looked up at the ceiling. How laughable. If she was a monster, then I was damned for all of eternity. If we were talking about body count, I had her beat in hundreds, and my last kill before this moment would not be my last. We both knew that.

“Do you think I’m a monster?” I asked hoarsely.

She pulled away from me. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was always so goddamn pretty when she cried. It was no wonder Damien had been obsessed at first sight. And I soon followed him.

I gently wiped away the tears on her cheek.

“You could never be a monster.”

I shot her a small self-deprecating smile. “Not to you,” I said. “Never to you. But some would say I am.”

She shook her head. “You’re not.”

My sweet, brave, courageous girl. Too courageous, in my opinion.

My thumb glided smoothly over her skin. “The fine line between monster and man is built on intentions. I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you’re protective. And anyone lucky enough to be in your circle is fucking blessed for life. Like me.”

She offered me a small smile that calmed my heart. “You’re mine.”

I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Yours. But what you’ve done, sneaking out and walking into danger, will never happen again. You understand me?”

She nodded mutely.

“Promise?”

Her hand moved to her back. My eyes narrowed on the move until I realized what she was doing. I held in a grin. Fuck, she was adorable.

And something told me this wasn’t the last of it.

“I’ll tie you up every time I sense trouble.”

Her shocked eyes came to mine. “You can’t do that!”

I laughed. “Wanna bet?”

“But-but, I already promise. Isn’t that enough?”

I grabbed her hand and held it between us. Sure enough, her fingers were crossed.

Her eyes shifted away from me to the side before she made a move to get off. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. She wiggled against me. I wondered if she would work so hard if she knew how fucking turned-on I was right now.

I groaned when I felt her rubbing up against my dick.

Without saying anything, I flipped us around so that she was lying flat on her back, and I was on top of her. I grabbed her wrists in one hand and held them above her head.

She struggled harder against me.

I pushed my hips down, lining us up, so my dick was pressed up against her soft pussy. Fuck, I missed this.

She let out a small whimper, and I did it again and again until I knew my control was being held on by a single thread. One push from her and I’d fall.

I leaned down and suckled on the skin just below her collarbone. I could see the mark I left on her as clear as day, and something about the sight made me want to puff up my chest in pride.

How fucking well she wore my mark on her.

My eyes roamed down her slight figure, taking in her curves that I wanted to trace with my tongue. As usual, she was wearing a thin sundress and no bra. Her nipples pebbled and my mouth watered at the sight.

“You can be fucking mad at me all you want, princess. I don’t give a fuck. Your safety comes first.”

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