Page 47 of Savage Reign

He didn’t deny it. “Why is that such a bad thing?”

“Because I am a human being!”

His hand tightened around me. “Yes, I know. But that doesn’t mean anything. I will own every part of you. Your body, your thoughts. Your fucking soul. There won’t be a single thing that belongs to you that doesn’t belong to me as well. Just like you fucking own me. In every single fucking way. So much, I can’t breathe when I look at you.”

Was that supposed to make me less mad at him… because it was fucking working. I hold on to the fact that he tattooed me without my consent.

I slapped my hands down on his chest, but there wasn’t much heat to the move. “Let go.”

He shook his head. “No. Remember what I said.”

“No, and I’m too fucking pissed to think about anything else but the fact that you. Fucking.MARKED.Me!”

He winced a little. “I’m right here, little firecracker. There is no need to scream.”

I slapped my hands down on his chest once more, harder than the first time. “Let go!”

“No.”

He pulled me down to him. I was so surprised by the sudden change, I didn’t think to fight him, and when I realized I should, it was too late. I was lying on top of him, my nipples pressed up against his chest. They pebbled from the sensation, and I knew he didn’t miss it.

He pushed his hands down my body until he was cupping my ass. He massaged the globes in those big hands of his, and despite my anger, I could feel myself growing wet.

“Stop. We either talk about this, or you let me go cool off.”

“I’m never letting you go,” he said fiercely, so much so that I was taken aback. I pulled away and took in his dark eyes.

“I meant let me go to cool off,” I said evenly.

“I heard what you said, and no. Stay here. Fight with me. Hit me if you need to. I can fucking take it, but no space, firecracker. No—fuck.” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, there was something I hadn’t seen in there before. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to dissect. “No space.”

I shook my head. “That’s ridiculous. A little space isn’t going to hurt. And with the way I’m feeling, I might say something to hurt you.”

He offered that cocky little smirk that had my fists balling. “You really think a little thing like you can hurt me?”

I couldn’t say anything to that. I was trying hard not to lose control. He was impossible. How could I not know just how maddening he really was?

“Let me go,” I tried again.

He tightened his hands on my ass marginally before moving them up to the hem, then beneath my shorts, beneath my underwear. His hands were now on my bare skin.

A small moan escaped my lips before I could think to curb it. “Killian.”

“No,” he said once more, pushing the shorts down slightly. The cool air teased my bare ass, and I closed my eyes, burying my face slightly in his chest when I felt his fingers move down my crease.

A small growl came out of his chest when he found me wet. “Fuck me, but is this for me?”

Hell, if I let him, he was going to fuck all the anger out of me, and we still needed to talk. That wasn’t happening now.

I pulled my head up, aiming for his chin, feeling a thrill of satisfaction when I hit my target. His hold on me lessened a little, and he let out a small grunt in pain.

I didn’t wait. Didn’t think.

I pushed off him and tried to get out of the bed.

My miscalculation was the shorts still pushed slightly off me. And because I got up too quickly.

Fuck.

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