Page 89 of Locke 2

Iwas prepared for his rage. For him to lose it at me, or worse, retreat inwards.

But when I entered the room, the lights were off, and I couldn’t find him.

“Locke—”

A hand balled into my hair, and before I could scream, a hand covered my mouth, silencing me. His body pressed against mine, familiar and warm. He dropped his mouth to my ear, growling, “I never want to see you like that again. Got it?”

I tried to nod, but I could hardly do that.

“Seeing that undid me, Kali,” he gritted out. “I can’t be the fucking gentleman. I want you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nodded again, though my heart ran wild in my chest.

“When this is over, I’m taking you for myself. And if you want to fucking run, so be it. I’ll chase you so long as I’m breathing. I’ll find you, too.”

He dropped his hand from my mouth, allowing me to spin around to look up at him. My hands immediately wrapped around his face. “Max, calm down.”

He tensed at the use of his name.

“Max,” I said again. “You can take me, alright? I’m not fighting. Iwantyou.”

I hated seeing him this way.

This possessive, lethal man was completely at my mercy simply using his fucking name. That made my eyes water. “Steal me, I don’t care. You can steal me—”

His mouth crashed into mine, silencing me. His hands were everywhere. Needy, possessive, full of desperate desire. He was rough, and I let him be. I didn’t need him gentle. I wanted to be ruined.

He stripped me of my dress. He discarded everything from my body and then he did the same thing. He tore the clothes off himself, his nostrils flaring with anger. He hated the clothes. He didn’t want them. He threw them down, stripping completely until he was naked, that large raven tattoo on his chest giving him a more sombre look.

He picked me up as though I weighed nothing and threw me down on the bed. Then he climbed over me, pressing my chest flat against the bed. I couldn’t move. I could hardly breathe. I felt his cock brush along my ass, hard and ready.

“There will be no mercy,” he warned.

“I don’t want it,” I returned with a smile.

He turned my head to the side and kissed me harshly as he plunged his length deep inside me. I was wet and ready for him, moaning into his mouth, unable to stop the pleas from escaping my lips. He filled me up and fucked me so brutally, the bed shook violently beneath me.

“Fuck, Max.”

“Never again,” he growled, his hand wrapped around my throat as he fucked me mercilessly. “Tell me that, Kali. Never again will another fucking man touch you.”

“Never.”

“Fuck!” he roared.

I’d never seen this man so enraged.

I closed my eyes, enjoying every thrust. Was it wrong I liked him this angry? That I loved he was taking it out on my little body? He could hurt me more than he was. He could really unleash himself, and while he was, I felt his restraint. He didn’t want me truly ruined. He just wanted me marked in his release. He needed to know I belonged to him, and I did.

I fucking belonged to Max Locke.

Let him have me.

Let him destroy me.

If he ever left me, I wouldn’t recover, but at least I’d know what it was like to have this lethal yet passionate man for myself.

Our soul was supposed to be fragile. They were meant to crack into a million little pieces. We had to be vulnerable so we could appreciate the sweet agony of being cherished.

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