Page 38 of The Savage King

In the dim light, I run my eyes over the tattoos I can see and the curve of his pecs. His arms are tucked under his head, and his bicep bulge makes my mouth water.

Nope.

No, I don’t want a kidnapping gangster, or even an undercover gangster, who thinks it’s okay to slide his hand inside my panties and make me feel likethat.

I clench my thighs again and suppress another moan.

Except...I do want it.

I hate myself for liking his touch. For needing it. I don’t even know who I am right now, lying here, and my core is throbbing, my nipples aching as I breathe in his musky scent.

I’m powerless to the need thrumming through me.

When I remember the feeling of his mouth crushing down on mine and his fingers slipping inside me, a ragged breath escapes me.

Decker shifts slightly beside me, and I freeze.

Then he’s still.

I hate that it was Decker between my legs in front of Pablo, and I’ll never be able to forgive him for it. And I hate that I can never have sex with him. The conflict is making my head spin.

Yet at the same time I burn for his touch.

I can feel the memory of his hands on my thighs, on my neck, those silver eyes on me as the warmth of his mouth heats mine. The touch of his rough fingers on my sensitive nub taking me to the edge of release.

And then he stopped.

I’m so goddamn horny, it’s shameful.

I might not have had a cock inside me, but every nerve ending in my body is screaming for it.

For him.

As I imagine his thick member pressing inside me, I let out a small moan.

Shit.

Decker rolls onto his side, his arm still tucked under his head, and stares right at me. Silver fire flashes at me.

He knows.

“I need you to sleep,” he says in a sexy husky voice. “You’re exhausted, and you will need your energy when we make a run for it. I won’t touch you.”

Read the room, Decker.

“I’m trying. It’s just—”

“I get it. You’ve been taken, touched—”

Before I can stop myself, the words fall out. “Yes, that.”

What am I doing?

His eyes blaze at my confession.

“Iz—”

“I hate myself,” I admit, closing my eyes, and his fingers are suddenly under my chin. When I open them, I almost lose myself in the thick lust I find.

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