Page 136 of Wicked Savage

I hurt her so damn bad, and I don’t even have a right to ask for her forgiveness.

“I’ve spent all these years without you, and I can’t do it anymore.” The confession slips free.

“I’m leaving.” She sounds strong, but I see the crack beneath it—the flicker of pain, the war between resolve and longing. “I’m done with you.”

My fingers curl around her throat, lips hovering just above hers. “But I’m not done with you. I never will be.”

For a fleeting moment, emotions flash in her gaze—anger, longing, and heartbreak crashing together like a storm.

When my mouth captures hers, she fights it, pushing at my chest, resisting the connection she swore she didn’t need. But the fight in her starts to fade until it shatters completely. And all that’s left is the fire between us, burning too hot to ignore.

I walk us to the bed and throw her on top of it, my body lowering to hers, refusing to let her walk out of this room. Out of my life. Out of my head.

I want her everywhere. Permanently.

I devour her lips with a brutal kiss, yanking up her dress as my fingers find her clit, stroking with relentless intensity. She cries out, grabbing my cock and squeezing it painfully tight through my trousers.

“Let me go,” she hisses while my fingers sink inside her, then back out, toying with her.

“You don’t want to go, baby. You’re just lying to the both of us because you hate it, don’t you?” I thrust deeper, and her eyes roll back. “You hate knowing how good I make you feel. How in charge of your body I really am. That no man will ever make you do the kinds of things I can.”

Her face strains with both pleasure and rage. “I hate you.”

I let out a dry laugh, adding another finger, her walls rippling in waves around me. “No, you don’t. You only wish you could. But no matter how hard you try, sweetheart, you’ll never hate me.”

Before she can say anything else, I flip her on her stomach and lift her ass in the air, dragging up her dress until the hem slips over and around her neck. I pull back both sides and choke her with it, working my palm over her wet core.

“Look at how soaked you are, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“You’re a bastard,” she practically sobs, unable to stop herself from moaning.

“And you’ll always be my whore, Dinara.” My mouth drops to her ear as I work her deeper with my fingers. “Your heart may not belong to me anymore, but your body always will.”

When I brush over her clit this time, her release crashes down hard and fast, her nails sinking into the bed beneath her. Undoing my belt, I work my zipper down, unable to stop myself from taking her with the savagery that fills my veins.

Breathlessly, she peers over behind her shoulder, her eyes turning to slits. “This changes nothing.”

“Just a good fuck, right?” I work my crown into her opening, and she squeezes around me.

“Oh God, yes!”

“Then that’s what I’ll give you.” I slam into her with a single vicious thrust, a strangled cry dying in her throat as she struggles to adjust to me.

But I don’t give her the chance. I take her with unrelenting madness, our bodies colliding in a frenzy until the lines between us blur, until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin. My hips drive harder, the sharp slap of skin against skin echoing through the space.

If this is all she’s willing to give me, I’ll take it. For now.

When she shatters around me, my own release tears through me, a guttural roar ripping from my chest as I spill inside her. The feeling of her bare, the way she molds so perfectly to me…it’s something I’ll never fucking get over.

“You feel too good in my arms,” I whisper against her ear, pulling her closer, my cock still buried deep, refusing to let her go.

Not yet. Not even as she tries to slip out of my grasp.

Because whatever this is, it’s not over. Not by a long shot.

And I’m not gonna let her forget it.

CHAPTER36

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