Page 82 of Wicked Savage

His mouth feathers down my throat and my head falls backward, craving everything he gives. I’m weak, and I hate it.

When I look around, I realize it’s just us now. I didn’t even see the girls leave.

“Then what are you doing here?” I tug at his hair, drawing a deep, primal growl from him as his lips trail down my neck, sending shivers through me.

“I have no idea.” His sultry tone hums across my flesh, my skin burning and aching.

“That’s great. Let me go, damn it. I have things to do.” My continued attempts at escaping him are futile.

His eyes flash to mine, radiating with heat. He grabs my jaw, pinning me to his body. “Like what?”

“Well, you know what they say, right? The best way to get over someone is to get under?—”

“Don’t fucking finish that sentence, Dinara. I swear to God.”

I let out a laugh. “What will you do, hmm? Are you gonna spank me? Dump me? Oh, wait. You did that already.”

With both palms, I push at his rock-hard chest.

Is he even human? Clearly not, because he lacks a heart.

“Now let me go and enjoy my evening.”

“You can enjoy it with me.”

I snicker. “No, thanks. Find someone else to use for sex, because it won’t be me.”

“That’s not what this is.” His jaw stiffens.

“Then what is it? Tell me.” Anger traces every syllable. “We’re done, right? It’s over. So leave me the hell alone and let me move on with my life.”

“I wish I could…” he whispers, and I almost don’t catch it.

But I won’t let him do this to me. Make me fall back into this magic we created. I need to face the facts that he doesn’t want me anymore.

“I’ll make it easy on you, Cillian. We’re done. And if you think stopping me from talking to some guy will stop me from talking to the next one, you’re crazy. Because guess what?” I lean in close, staring up. “I’ve already fucked someone else, and he was so much better than you.”

In an instant, I’m up against the wall, his hand around my throat, his nostrils flaring.

“What?” His chest flies up and down with deep, growly breaths.

“That’s right, baby.” My mouth thins into a cocky smile.

“It hasn’t even been that long and you just…”

“Guess it didn’t take much to get over you.”

He grits his teeth, and I swear steam is coming out of his ears. This is too easy.

But a part of me hates hurting him. The part that still cares so much about him.

“Dinara, don’t fuck with me.”

“What? You suddenly care?” I narrow my gaze. “Because you can’t have it both ways. You can’t break up with me and then tell me I can’t be with anyone else.”

“Is that what you think?” He lets out a dry chuckle, inhaling deeply, as if steadying himself.

“You’re not being rational.”

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