Page 51 of Savage Sin

Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breasts. Little by little, he tightens his hold on them until the tips swell and throb. His lips clamp over a nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the hard tip. He times the movement with every thrust, driving me completely insane.

Grunts of hunger and need swirl around us. I rake my nails down his back and together we ride the wave of pure need tying us together.

His hips move with a feverish intensity, bordering on painful. My virgin channel swells around him, making every sensation twice as powerful.

My hands move from his back to slide into his thick hair. Every muscle in his body coils and shifts with his powerful thrusts that build the heat inside me.

“Kiss me,” I demand and he doesn’t leave me wanting.

If him claiming my body is life-changing, then the way he steals my breath away shatters all the chains keeping me locked away in my step-fathers basement. Slanting his mouth over mine, the years of hunger and denial of wanting to be loved drown me.

Possessive, hard, and claiming. He takes my mouth, slips his tongue inside, and consumes me from the inside out. Every exhale of breath is his.

As swiftly as he gave, Rage takes away. He pushes to his knees and watches my body swallow him deeper and deeper. The burning heat of his gaze moves up my body. He feels the connection, too. I know he does.

He mumbles something else under his breath, something of heaven and hell. But honestly, I’m stuck on the idea of belonging to someone like him. It’s a fantasy I will take with me wherever I end up.

My eyes fall closed on the whispered word, “Mine.” It’s faint, barely above a whisper but drips with enough power I feel it in the coldest part of my heart.

Belonging to someone, being their special person in this world, is a dream of mine and one I never saw coming true. To be that person for Rage seems too good to be true, because it is. But with my eyes closed, I can pretend.

Even though it’s a lie, the power of his word sends chills to fall over me with the force of a thousand tiny beads of electricity exploding against me.

I shimmy my hips into him. The growling response from him tells me I do that again and I might like the punishment.

My heart hammers. My skin shimmers with an invisible force. His hands slide under my ass and he tilts me just right to take the last thick inch of his cock.

I cry out, clinging to him as he pounds me into the bed. Nothing about this screams love. It’s pure and raw. But I’m no delicate fucking princess too fragile for handling.

But I’m still not ready for the wrecking ball, shattering my strength and stealing every good sense I have. Like a savage sinner stealing away everything I am, Rage surges deep inside me one last time and together we meet our end. The force of my release triggers his. My walls clamp around him and I feel every pulsating throb of his seed filling my womb.

Before I can catch my breath, make plans for a great escape as my brain comes back online, he’s pulling me into his arms.

“Please don’t tie me up again,” I plead, as he moves my sated to the top of the bed.

He throws back the duvet and pulls me under. With him. This is new.

He moves me to the center of the bed and pulls the blanket over us. He anchors me to him and slides a leg between mine. We’re on our sides and it feels natural when his arm comes around me and his hand cups over my left breasts in a way that feels protective and possessive, if I am being honest. And while I am on that brain wave, I like it.

“Sleep.”

“What if I run? Aren’t you afraid I might get away while you sleep?”

The arm around me tightens, and a renewed surge of lust spreads over me. Heat hits my cheeks and my clit with equal force. He tugs on a nipple, and I feel his cock against my ass again.

He growls and presses his lips to my shoulder. “Do so, and I will tie you up. And then fuck you.” He locks me to his chest.

He means what he says.

“Whose head is in the jar in your walk-in fridge?”

A chill settles over the room and then it’s gone and all I feel in its place is sadness.

“My brothers.”

“I understand your pain, Rage. I do.” I trace the barbed wire over his knuckles.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

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