Page 135 of Wicked Savage

Her chest rises and falls heavily before she nods, her gaze flicking toward the girls.

“Are you sure you’re okay with him alone?” Natalia’s voice slices through.

“I’ll be fine,” Dinara snaps, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Just…be careful.” Natalia’s words lace with concern.

“I’d never hurt her.” My tone is steady, my gaze intense, hoping Dinara understands the truth in my words.

“You already have,” Natalia mutters under her breath as she walks away, leaving me to face the woman I can’t stop wanting. The one I’m trying to win back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Her words cut like a blade, but I close the distance between us with a single step.

“What the hell were you about to do with him?” My hands reach for her jaw, gripping it with an almost desperate urgency, my lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

Every inch of me begs to kiss her, to make her mine again.

“That’s none of your business.” Every syllable is defiant, but I can see the flicker of something beneath the surface.

“Dinara…” I tighten my grip just enough to make her feel it. “Don’t do that. You’ll always be my business.”

I drag my mouth down her neck, pressing a slow, possessive kiss against her skin. She fists my hair, holding me to her like she doesn’t want to let go.

That’s right, baby. You own me.

She can fight it all she wants, but we both know the truth: what we are together is inevitable. Unstoppable.

My fingers thread into her hair, twisting her ponytail around my wrist before I snap her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. The fire in her eyes only fuels me. Her breath comes in ragged waves, her chest rising and falling in sync with the tension crackling between us.

I can’t resist her. I don’t even try.

“You’re mine,” I groan before slamming my mouth to hers, and she doesn’t even fight it.

Desire surges through me, that same familiar fire—the one that’s only ever burned for her.

My Dinara.

Hooking my arms around her, I lift her effortlessly as her legs wrap around my waist. Every step I take pulls us deeper into the haze of need, the noise around us fading into nothing. All I want is her.

Her mouth takes mine with wild urgency, fingers threading through my hair, nails clawing down my back like she’s desperate to get closer—like even this isn’t enough.

I push into the first empty room I find, kicking the door shut and locking it behind us. The music outside dulls to a distant hum, drowned out by the tattered sound of her breathing and the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

Then she stops, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her gaze cuts through me, deeper than I can take, sharp with something unspoken. Something that makes my chest ache. Slowly, she traces a finger along my jaw, her touch featherlight, before leaning in and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Dinara…” Her name leaves me like a prayer, like a plea—one that doesn’t need words to be understood.

I fucked up. And I don’t know what to do or say to fix it.

“Don’t say my name like that.” Her voice breaks, her forehead falling against mine, her arms gripping me tight.

“There hasn’t been anyone since you. There never will be,” I whisper against her throat, mouth grazing up her soft skin while she holds me even tighter.

“Don’t do that.” She snaps her head back. “Don’t fucking say that. You don’t have that right.”

Raw pain seeps from her gaze.

I did that.Me.

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