Page 88 of Entangled

Her eyes widen, and she laughs—and she sounds fucking insane.

“You think I care about beingpoliteright now?” Eden shoves at my shoulders, then lifts her hand to hit me. I catch her below her bandaged wrist with no effort at all.

With a frustrated screech, she squirms in my grip, and it rubs her body all over mine. It’s soft and giving everywhere. She’s the softest thing I ever felt. Maybe the softest thing I ever want to feel.

I groan, and she freezes as I rock my hips against her. Her breath catches.

“Jayk.”

My name is half a snarl, half a moan. It’s my new favorite sound. I bury my face in her neck, and her scent makes me shudder in need.

I really thought we were going to find her in pieces.

“You want to hide away from every piece of shit out there instead of fighting, then I’ll build you a damn fortress.” I grab her thigh and hitch it over my hip so I can line myself up with her pretty cunt properly. I fuck her against the tree through our clothes, and she gasps.

“You need a monster to protect you from the monsters, then I’ll do the dirty work. My hands are already filthy with it.” Her white little canines dig into her lower lip like a pincushion, and there’s furious color in her cheeks, like she’s already on the brink of need. She was like this last time. Hungry and so fucking responsive.

“But if you want to learn how to rip out their throats yourself, sugar, then I’ll show you how to fuckingbite.” Burying my other hand in her hair, I pull her head to the side and lick down her neck with the flat of my tongue, tasting her sweat. I could eat her whole right now. She arches up into me with a tiny mewl, and I bite down hard on her neck.

I’m dining on princess tonight.

“Jayk! God—” She finds a grip in my short hair and holds me to her while she grinds on my dick, and I’m glad she’s not playing coy right now because I am not in the mood.

Breathing hard, I pull my teeth from her and look up.

“You should be angry,” I growl at her. “Every bit of this situation is fucked.”

She shakes her head, and I tighten my grip on her hair to stop the denial. Scraped against the tree, it’s starting to tumble from its prissy bun, but I wait until her dazed eyes meet mine. Then I smirk.

“You don’t need to fake it with me, Miss Manners. I’m not scared of your fight.”

Her eyes flare, like the hottest, bluest part of a flame—and it lights me up too.

“Show me, sugar,” I taunt as I rub my dick against her again. “Show me how much damage a polite little princess can do.”

Her nails become cutting. “Shut up, Jayk.”

I snort. “Sticks and stones may?—”

Her mouth crashes against mine. She savages my lower lip with her teeth, and I growl as she draws blood. I lick into her mouth, drinking in her need, and she claims my tongue. She sucks on it, rubs it with hers, free and so fucking wild that my dick presses against my zipper, desperate to be the next thing in that wet mouth of hers.

I shove her back by her throat, and I feel the column of it working against my palm as she swallows and gasps for air. I release her only long enough to grip the back of her shirt and pull it over her head, stripping her in one move. Then she’s clawing at my kit—without success.

She wrenches at my shoulder straps, and I take over, snapping off buckles and Velcro and zippers to unload my kit and unstrap my belt in seconds, until I’m down to my shirt and my cock is finally freed from my unzipped pants. Eden’s pants drop, and I’m just about to go back to roughing her mouth with my tongue when I look down.

And goddamn, I have to take a long, hard second to rein myself back in.

Because though her nipples are tight and her body is quivering with restless need... she’s also covered in deep, ugly bruises.

And I just slammed her against a tree.

“Did they touch you?”

At my growl, her face grows grim, and it sets off a bomb under my skin. I’m beyond being sensitive. She said those captive Sinners stopped Sam from fucking around with the women, but those bruises...

“Did they?—”

“They didn’t rape me,” she cuts me off, her tone almost as harsh as mine. “They just beat me. Kicked me. Threatened me.” Her mouth twists. “They just tied me down and pushed me around for sport.”

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