Page 22 of Savage Devotion
All I see is bright red when I pull back and stare into his eyes. Reality pushes front and center in my brain and I don’t know if I want to knee him in the balls or kiss him harder. Maybe I should pick a fight so he can angry fuck me.
Could be fun. And then I could kick him out and tell him to keep his opinion to himself from now on. The woman inside me screams for me to ride out this fantasy. Literally. But the truth is, Reaper standing in my bookstore is not a good thing.
He has painted a bigger target on my ass now. Grudge knows I’m something to the Savage Reign’s new president and I’m sure I’m going to catch more hell for it now.
But, I’m not a runner. And I’m not about to do as I’m told like I’m some good girl.
It happens before I really understand why I do it. Sharp prickles of his stubble burn across the skin of my palm as I rear back and swing.
He inhales sharply through gritted teeth and I stiffen in his arms, ready for the fight that came when I did the same thing to my stepdad the day he called me a bitch for the last time.
Instead of hitting me back, Reaper grunts harshly. When fiery eyes land on me I grin.
I poke a finger into the slab of cement he has for a pec. “That was for assuming I wanted you to come in here like some fucking hell-raising knight to kiss me. You bikers are all the same. You take everything in your path. Well, guess what? I don’t belong to you or anyone else.”
“Your body says it wants me to fuck it. That’s what matters.” As if to prove a point he drags a finger through my wet slit and holds the evidence up in front of my face before licking it off.
I narrow my eyes at him so hard I hope he can feel the pain of daggers I wish I could stab him with.
“Fuck you, Reaper,” I grit between clenched teeth.
He laughs a deep rumbling sound that has my core clenching from the dark promises I hear.
A rumbling growl slips from smiling lips looking more like a hungry black-haired wolf than the Reaper.
I swallow hard.Oh, shit.
His muscles coil beneath my palms. When I try to push my way out of them, his arms turn into vice grips.
I’m not going anywhere.
One of those hands gripping me is back in my loose hair. He tightens his fingers around the dark length. There’s no escaping the harsh crash of his lips over mine. His tongue drags ever so slowly and wetly over mine when he forces his way inside.
Tangy copper is all I taste at first and then it’s all Reaper. For the span of three heartbeats, I let myself get lost in the feel of our breath mingling, of his heat capturing mine.
I can feel his cock swell where it is pressed between my legs. I can’t fight the need to rock over him; to have him deep inside me. I haven’t had a man since…
“Reaper,” I groan, clinging to him. He finds a wall and pins me to it. His hands move fast. The hiss of a zipper and the feel of his cock spreading my tight entrance drives my hips down, forcing his massive thickness to the hilt in my slick, wet pussy.
My head thunks against the drywall. I scream and thrash in his arms.
He holds me tight and starts to fuck me with the same wildness I feel unleashing inside me.
“Oh fuck, Belle. I missed your scent. Missed your fucking tight pussy. Missed…you.”
His hand tightens on my hip as he thrusts deep. Coffee mugs and creamer fall off the shelves and spill all over the brand-new carpet.
And yet he drives in hell-bent on destroying everything around us and me. My core tightens and holds him. He rocks into me, his mouth dropping to suck on my neck and then lower. Teeth sink into the flesh of my hard nipples and I cry out uncaring who might hear. Let them be jealous.
I clamp my thighs tighter around him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Fuck me harder, Reaper.Por favor…please.”
“Take all of me, baby.” His cock slips impossibly deeper and thickens to the point my walls stretch so far I’m left gasping with the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me.
The ball of his piercing strokes over nerve endings in new ways I don’t remember from our last time.
And I know why. This time, he’s taking me bareback. Silk-covered steel glides into me and I feel every glorious inch of his shaft pressing up against my velvety walls.
