Page 81 of The Savage

I’ve never let a man call me names before. With Adrik, it’s a compliment. He wants me slutty. He wants me misbehaved. He wants the baddest bad girl, it’s why he picked me in the first place.

Adrik can see that I’m thinking. When he’s halfway in his right mind again, he asks, “You like when I call you a slut?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? Because I’m dominating you?”

“No,” I laugh. “Because you understand me.”

I love sex, I always have. I’m not ashamed. Anyone who wants to be with me has to accept that part of me along with everything else.

“I don’t know if I could be monogamous,” I say to Adrik. “I didn’t bring a girl home—but I might another night.”

“Bring one home every night,” Adrik says. “I don’t care.”

“It doesn’t make you jealous?”

Adrik has rolled off the bed to grab hand towels for both of us. He tosses me one, using the other to wipe down his body. He stands in the doorway, sweat gleaming on his body like a sculpture freshly cast in bronze. His cock swings heavy against his thigh. He’s naked, powerful, unashamed. Taking a break for the moment but knowing he’s going to fuck me again.

He fixes me with that blazing stare, pale and electric in his tanned face.

“I don’t care who you fuck. I want your love and your loyalty, Sabrina—can you give that to me?”

It’s the first time either of us has said the word “love” out loud.

I’ve never said that word to anyone.

It makes me shiver, naked and exposed on the bed.

At the same time, I feel heat in my chest. The inferno that’s been burning there for months, impossible to smother, impossible to control.

It’s the reason I came here, even though it’s dangerous, even though it’s insane. I came here without any friends or family, without even knowing the language. For Adrik. Because I can’t stand to be without him.

“Yes,” I say quietly. “I love you. You and nobody else.”

The surprise and delight that sweeps his face is enough to make me laugh. He didn’t think I would say it.

He throws aside the towel, leaping on me, the mattress groaning beneath our weight. He crushes me against his body, kissing me hard. I can feel his heart hammering against my bare chest.

“You love me?” he says. “Because I fucking love you. I love you, Sabrina.”

“Since when?”

“The whole time. I didn’t say it before because I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Elation bursts out of me as laughter. Adrik isn’t offended—he understands what I’m feeling.

“You really love me too?” I say.

He looks in my eyes, serious. “I’m way past love. I’m obsessed.”

I tell him the thing I didn’t think I’d admit.

“It scares me. I feel desperate and crazy—way past normal. I feel like I was already on the edge, and then I met you and I jumped right off the cliff.”

“I know.”

He’s gripping me so hard that his fingers sink into my shoulders, and still I want more. When he’s only holding me I want him to kiss me, and when he’s kissing me I want to be fucked. It’s never enough, I can’t get full of him.

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