Page 84 of Wicked Savage

But I don’t tell him that. Let him think I’ve gotten over him. That this is nothing but sex.

He flips me against the wall, his mouth latching to my throat as he fumbles behind me, like he’s undoing his pants until I feel the nudge of his erection against my back.

His fingers return to my center, rubbing me in slow tantalizing circles. “Look how needy you still are for me. I own you.”

My hand slides behind me until my fingers are curled around his thick, hard cock. “Look who’s talking.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re the only woman I can ever get hard for now.”

The rough timbre of his voice, the heat rolling off him, the unyielding desire in his gaze…it’s intoxicating. I want him so badly—not just in this way, but in every way that matters.

I tighten my grip, stroking him faster, desperate to taste him, to unravel him until he’s the one begging.

“Dinara…” My name leaves his lips in a rough, guttural sound as his hand wraps around my throat, his other trailing down to rip away my shorts.

I don’t care that he’s about to fuck me in front of people. It doesn’t even cross my mind that we’re not alone when I feel him guiding the tip of his erection where I need him most.

My head falls back, a sharp cry escaping as he stretches me, the cool bite of his piercings only amplifying the pleasure.

“You’re not wearing a condom.”

“Good.” He nips at my ear before thrusting into me in one powerful stroke, forcing a gasp from my lips as my trembling hand presses against the wall for support.

“You’re not worried?” I wrap the other arm around the back of his neck, desperate to pull him closer, until there’s nothing left between us.

“About what?” His teeth sink into my shoulder as his hips slam into me, fingers expertly working my clit while I struggle to find my words.

“That I slept with someone else. That maybe he didn’t use a condom either.” A moan slips from my lips as he drives into me.

His response is a rough, knowing laugh. “I don’t believe you.” His lips brush my ear, his pace quickening, relentless, until the pleasure builds to a breaking point, threatening to consume me whole. “I don’t think you’ve fucked anyone. I think this pussy has only ever felt my cock, and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

“Oh God!”

The more he touches me, the harder it is to resist. To keep from giving him exactly what he wants. But I won’t. I can’t. He needs to believe he means nothing—because, clearly, I never meant enough to him.

“Admit it,” he demands, forcing me closer to the edge with expert precision…only to stop, leaving me teetering on the brink of madness.

“Just because you don’t wanna hear it…” I breathe. “…doesn’t mean it isn’t true. I have needs.”

“When you have needs, you call me. I’ll take care of them.”

“I don’t want you.”

“That’s not what your pussy says, soaking my cock like a good, obedient slut.”

“Shut up.”

Why does he have to say those things? Every word only tightens the grip he already has on me, pulling me deeper into a desire I can’t escape.

He chuckles, rubbing me in hurried circles, pounding into me until I lose all ability to speak. “You hate hearing the truth. But just because I’ve sworn to myself that I’ll never love you doesn’t mean we can’t havethis.”

He thrusts roughly for emphasis, while his words land like a blow and I fight the sharp sting they leave behind.

I want to say something back, but all that comes out is a moan. And when he rams into me this time, a scream dies in my throat. My heart and my mind race, hating this. Hating that I allowed him to have me.

With a growl, he releases inside me, and I feel the warmth spread, marking me, taking me.

But as the euphoria fades and my body begins to relax, I realize what we’ve done.

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