Page 50 of Savage Sin

My world turns to pure fire. Ashes and embers reign down around me.

My chest heaves with a deep breath, but instead of pushing away, he wraps me in his arms and pulls me into him.

“You’re a virgin,” he rumbles so low I have to strain to hear him. Like he can’t believe I’ve never slept with anyone before.

“I…I thought… what he did to me. There was blood, so I thought he took it.”

Warm kisses gather my tears. “Was it something you wanted?”

“No, you misunderstand.” I shake my head and look into his eyes when he pulls back far enough to look down at me. “I never wanted what he did to me or the knife in my side.”

Murder bleeds over the blue of his pupils. “The Russian?”

I silently nod and fix a few strands of his falling hair. It’s that or burst into tears and I don’t want to ruin the moment anymore than it already is.

My eyes dance between his. “I thought…I thought he took that from me,” I stammer, dazed.

Rage slides farther in, this time not stopping until he is balls deep inside the enemy’s daughter. The woman he swears he will torture, but takes great care in protecting.

Rage groans. “Wrap those arms around me and let me show you pleasure, baby. Give me what I want and I’ll erase the fear in your eyes.” He rocks his hips and I’m holding him close, doing as he commands.

I gasp as he surges into me. Powerful. Possessive. Demanding.

He takes both sides of my face in hand. We lock gazes. “Stay with me. Right here is where you need to be.”

“Rage.” Oh, God, I think he’s broken me. Nails bite into flesh. I feel the pebbles of blood form beneath my nails. The rippling and contouring muscles under my touch.

I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his backside. He thrusts in, slides out and feeds my greedy pussy all of his hard length.

I steal a kiss and savor the taste of my lingering juices on his lips. “I’ve heard once you fuck the enemy, there’s no one else you ever want,” I tease.

Danger glitters in those mesmerizing eyes. Did I go too far?

“Think you’ve ruined my dick for anyone else?”

He pulls his length from me, grips the base and strokes it to the tip, condom and all.

Before I can convince myself I am insane, I put my hand over his and roll the condom off. “I’m on the pill and I want to feel you inside me.”

His cock jerks, and I’m not imagining it. His shaft grows thicker.

Sitting up, I take him in hand and stroke him. Hot liquid spills from the tip and while I hold his piercing gaze, I lean forward, gathering the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.

Fingers tighten in my hair and wrench my head to the side. Blunt teeth rake over the sensitive flesh of my neck before biting into the tenderness of my earlobe.

“If you’ve ruined me, I’ve done the same to you,” he says and sinks back in, feeding my channel every inch of him. Pain shoots through me and my walls struggle to accommodate his enormous size. Tension crackles through the atmosphere. It’s all I can do to breathe through the pain and channel it until the tiny white dots floating in my vision fade.

With his mouth next to my ear, he growls, “When another man tries to fuck you, it will be me you fantasize over. Me. Let me hear you say it.”

“Rage, please.”

“Please what? I’m a self motherfucker, Persephone. Let me hear the words.”

“It will be you, Rage. Just you. Only you. Please. I need you.” My lips part and I am panting heavily. It’s difficult dragging air into my lungs when I’m holding my breath, trying to fight the otherworldly amount of adrenaline coursing through me.

Using his other hand, he clamps fingers around my throat as he rises over me and takes full control. At that moment, an invisible force inside me slams into the glass wall he sees around my heart as he drags out of me. Holding my gaze, he sinks back in and it’s undeniable. I belong to the enemy.

How can that be? How can the man who kidnapped me, tied me to his bed, be the one who set me free?

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