Page 53 of Savage Sin

“I’m going to give you everything you need, but I’m going to take enough from you to calm this hunger inside me. Just enough so that it doesn’t kill us both.”

A seductive smile moves over her lips and with it comes a kiss.

Holding her wide and controlling her hips with my hands, I drive into her slow and steady until she’s screaming her pleasure.

“Say my name, baby. Let me hear it in that beautiful accent of yours.”

She blinks at me. Whether or not she knows it, all her emotions play in the golds and greens of her eyes. I slip my pulsing cock from her gripping channel. And then sink back in until she’s taking every inch of me inside her. “Let me hear it. Say it like I belong to you.”

Her face turns a beautiful rose pink with the flush of heat. She couldn’t be more beautiful.

“Rage,mi amor.”

Hearing her sends blood pounding through my veins. There’s not a part of me that doesn’t ignite at the claiming tone. It feels like fire singes the inside of my body. My cock swells with those three words and I thrust into her and, at the same time, pinch her clit. Her nails rake over my chest and the pricks of blood left in the wake mark me like I’m marking her.

It’s all we both need.

Her walls clamp around me, spasming with her release. Her mouth falls open, and she takes every hot rope of seed I feed her womb. I hold myself there until there’s nothing more left to give.

I lower my knees and she falls over the top of me, her head resting over the top of my heart. My arms come around her and I press a kiss on top of her head. I will do whatever it takes to keep this woman. She could shoot me tomorrow and I would gladly give her all of my blood if it was what would make her happy.

We don’t say anything and for the first time in my life, I’m scared to put my truths into words. I’m falling for my enemy and I know for a fact it will get one of us killed.

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Persephone

Ididn’t mean to fall asleep, but the watch on Rage’s wrist says I slept nearly all night. The sun kisses the tree line just over the edge of the balcony. We fell into a heap of exhaustion after our last love making session and neither of us locked the doors. They are open now and a cool breeze filters through, ruffling the curtains.

Behind me, I can feel the even rise and fall of his chest. At some point during the night, his arm moved from around my middle section to rest on my hip. I smile. We spooned all night. That’s a first, or at least it is for me.

I slowly turn to see Rage sleeping. For the first time since I met the fierce man, his expression is completely relaxed. The creases across his forehead have melted away to reveal a calmness I think I had a hand in giving him. I want to dwell on what he asked me to say last night, and what it could mean. But if I look too deeply into him wanting to belong to me, I might not break away. Because the truth is, I’ve wanted someone to want me that deeply for a long time.

Eventually, I know I will grapple with the fact I could make love to him after what he’s shared about his past. I mean, what kind of person does it make me to let him have my body after what I know about him now?

Maybe I will never know, but I also know he’s not the monster he thinks himself to be. He saved an innocent life. The cost was high, but I know the mother of that child gladly sacrificed her life for her baby’s.

That same stubborn piece of hair has slipped from its place to drape across his forehead. I’m tempted to straighten it out and watch him come away with my touch.

But it’s time for the fantasy and game of “what if” to end.

I slowly slip from the bed and use the last remnants of darkness before the sun hits the room to mask my escape through the bedroom door.

It’s a maze of broken glass between me and the duffle bags he returned with last night. I manage to get to them without cutting myself. I open on to find more broken glass and a few things I recognize from a lab.

I grab the other, hoping to find a cellphone or a set of keys.

I find that, a set of clean clothes, new panties and a bra with the tags still attached.

Bless the madman’s heart. Only this time, I actually mean it.

I pull on the undergarments, jeans and T-shirt. He must have taken my size while I was passed out in those first few days. I go searching again to find shoes and socks. Nothing fancy, but I don’t need name brands to run my ass off.

Fully dressed, I lift the side of my shirt and check the stitches. Another week and they’ll need to come out, but for now they are fine. The pain is minimal and won’t keep me from saving my sister.

I go to grab the cell phone I saw beside the pair of shoes when my hand bumps into a book. I pull it out to see it’s a book of maps. It’s a little old school, even for a man like him. I mean, I saw the state-of-the-art security system he has off the side of the kitchen.

I flip through the book to find what I’m looking for. Do I leave a trail for him to follow? Or do what I know I can do and then just fade. My mother can stay where she is happiest. I can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. But my sister has no one fighting for her except me. What I am about to do isn’t considered the wisest. I know that. Law enforcement will take too long. Rage is out for blood and that red tinge will color everyone inside thehaciendain red.

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