Page 74 of Fall into Savagery

“Then do it. Come for me. Show me what I do to you.”

I grabbed her leg and hooked it around my arm as I continued to pound against her in greedy, eager force.

I fucking loved the sound our skin made slapping against each other.

Her back arched, and her hand found my sides. She tried to push me away and pull me back in the next breath.

“Fucking come,” I demanded harshly.

She moaned.

It was as if my words had the power to bring her to her peak. She came around me a second time, pushing me over.

I buried my face in the sheet beside her as I came, my cum spilling out between us.

We didn’t say anything for a long moment.

There was nothing left to say.

I felt her hands come up to play with my hair.

I let out a small, contented sigh.

My life was filled with violence. It was filled with bloodshed and death.

But right now, in this moment with her, all of that seemed to just disappear.

I couldn’t find permanent peace and happiness but getting it in these little moments with her was enough.

I could live my life in violence. In depravity. Insavagery.

It didn’t matter, as long as I could get her to stay by my side, for as long I would live in this godforsaken world.

18

CATALINA

My men were out,ruling the world.

It had only been five days since we got Damien back.

It wasn’t enough time for him to heal or rest, but the stubborn man would not stay where I put him.

The only reason he had spent most of his time in bed before today was because he was ensuring that I was resting as well, and though I felt completely rested now, I worried he might be pushing himself too far, too fast, and too soon.

Not that he would listen to me.

Dmitriy and Konstantin came up to me with identical smiles.

They weren’t identical twins, but they shared a lot of features, such as their smile and—my favorite—Nikolay’s bright green eyes.

Nikolay had always looked so volatile, even when he was being playful, it was hard for me to imagine his eyes as being anything but hard, but on these twins, they shone with a sort of innocence that I wanted to protect.

Even in as little time as I spent with them, I knew the life they led with their mom wasn’t a good one.

My heart burned in anger from the thought alone, though I worked hard not to let that show in front of them.

They each offered the picture they had been working on for the last half an hour.

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