Page 66 of The Pretty Savage

My balls pulled tight, and I was almost unable to keep my eyes open. But I wanted to look at her. I wanted to see her as my orgasm took over.

Her green and brown eyes never left mine. Her plump lips formed an O as she came, while my fingers played her clit like my favorite fucking instrument, and as she clenched around me one last time, I erupted with a roar, emptying myself inside her.

My legs almost gave out as my body twitched, and I covered her body with mine, feeling her small, dainty fingers on my back, rubbing circles as I came down from my high. I completely forgot my jacket in the haste to follow her, only now realizing how fucking cold it was and what an idiot I was for taking her here.

Anyone could've passed by. The knowledge that Jax and Dante probably already knew and could hear what was happening didn't sit well with me, but I would have to deal with that later.

I turned my head to the side, going for her lips, when she turned her head, giving me her cheek instead. The monsters roared, unable to hold back, when I pulled her head back pressing my lips to hers with urgency. Did she not feel this between us?

She bit down on my lower lip just like the other day, and within seconds I tasted the coppery tang of blood in my mouth, grinning when she wouldn't let go.

I lifted us up with her still on my now limp dick, feeling our juices dripping down her thighs, and turned us toward the crypt we had abandoned earlier. Her grip on me eased, her teeth slowly moving away from my throbbing lip, but all she had managed to accomplish was for the heat to reignite in my groin, making my dick harden again.

Her eyes widened the moment she realized what was happening, my blood glistening on her bottom lip.

"Let go of me, Adrian," she deadpanned, glaring at me, almost completely unmoving.

"No."

"Adrian—"

"No, Bambi." I smiled at the aggravated look on her face. My hips swiveled, my dick pushing deeper inside her, making both of us groan. "You don't get to discard me like that. I meant what I said."

"And I did too," she whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. "You gotta let me go. Trust me."

"No, we're going to?—"

"If you say we're going to talk, save it. Seriously?" She was getting angrier and angrier with each passing second, and I had no idea how to keep her here. What to say to keep her here. "Was Dante even going to show up and talk to me about The Brotherhood, or was this some elaborate scheme for the two of you to laugh at me behind my back?"

"No." I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure both Dante and Jax are cursing us right now because we're late. I wouldn't do something like that to you."

"Wouldn't you?" she asked, her eyebrow arched high. "The way you spoke to me, the way you behaved?—"

"I know. I'm?—"

"No, no." She started wiggling in my grip, and unable to hold her any longer, I let her down, feeling cold for the first time without her body pressed to mine. "I don't want to hear your apologies, because they mean nothing. Trust me," she murmured, picking up her pants and putting them on, wincing as the snow clung to the material, making it wet in places. Her boots followed, and she continued killing me without even knowing it. "I have no idea why you suddenly got this crazy idea that you would swoop in and apologize as if we were friends where you did something bad."

Her head lifted up, her eyes looking straight at me.

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last person that says something like that to me. You're also not the first person to try and kill me, choke me, whatever the heck you want to call it. You're also not the first nor the last person that has fucked me and is now thinking you need to give me some silly promises of tomorrow and a relationship I never asked for. I don't wanna hear it, Adrian."

Fuck, she was vicious, and if that didn't make me fall even harder for her, I had no idea what would.

"Now, I'm going to go over there," she pointed in the wrong direction, and I approached her, moving her finger in the other direction. "Okay, there then, and talk to Dante and Jax, and, well, obviously you since you're going to come as well. You won't mention this to anyone, ever. Understood?"

"Oh, yeah." I grinned.

"And stop fucking smiling like that. It's creepy." She kept mumbling to herself as she walked toward the area where I knocked her knife out of her hand, and bent down to pick it up.

I had my hands full with this one, but I loved a challenge.

24

VEGA

What was the name of the emotion when anger and shame mix up together, laced with just a sprinkle of lust and a whole lot of confusion? If I ever found out I would probably be using it to describe my current state as I all but marched toward the meeting spot with Dante, my entire body throbbing, reminding me what just happened.

I had sex with Adrian.

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