Page 67 of Savage
Troublemaker: No, was just about to start a fire or jump out the window.
Elio: Don’t test me, boy.
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Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I watched Elio circle me like the predator he was. It filled me with excitement. My heart was thumping loudly as I kept my gaze on him, tracking every movement he made.
I still couldn’t believe he’d agreed to fight with me. Most of the time, I trained with the guys when they were around but not Elio. Licking my lips, I jumped back when Elio swung his fist, cutting through the air.
We went back and forth, but whereas Elio took no hits from me, I took a few from him. My side was a tolerable ache where his fist had landed. We circled each other, Elio’s gaze unwavering as he stared at me.
“You’re concentrating so hard.” I lifted my leg and pivoted on the other as I attempted to kick him. Elio dodged it with ease.
“I was thinking.”
“During our fight?” I’d feel insulted if I didn’t know Elio was insane. Ken, whom I trained with most of the time, had a hard time against my daddy.
Elio stood up straight. “Was wondering what you would look like tied up and covered in blood.”
What the hell?
I dropped my hands and stared at him, waiting for Elio to tell me it was a joke.
“It would be hot and sticky.” Elio licked his lips.
“You’re a psychopath, aren’t you?” I laughed.
Elio was calm as he smiled at me. It was frightening and thrilling. “I like to think I’m creative.” He winked at me, and I swear to the heavens that my cock jumped.
Fuck. I knew this was temporary, but every day we spent with him felt more like forever. Even Calvin had to admit it. Elio’s claim that we were his sounded increasingly real each passing day.
“Are you done already?” I asked, approaching him.
He eyed me, not backing away, not that I expected him to.
“You know I can handle a lot more pain.” Some might say I craved it.
Elio’s hand whipped across my face, leaving a sting in its wake. I stayed with my head turned as the hit’s heat blossomed on my face and traveled down to my cock.
“What the fuc—” Another slap to my face on the opposite cheek. I bit my lip that time and the taste of blood only made me harder.
I was so messed up.No wonder Elio felt so right for me.
Turning my head, I faced him again and glared at him. I didn’t have to say anything as he shoved me against a wall. A groan tumbled from my lips before our mouth’s crashed together.
I clawed at Elio’s clothes, needing them off so we could be skin-to-skin. If it were possible, I’d cut him open and crawl inside.
“Off,” I ground out as I yanked at his clothes.
Elio pulled back. There was a drop of blood on his lips, and he ran his tongue over it. I moaned as I threw my shirt and shorts off. He stripped just as fast as I. We were too desperate to take our sweet time.
We hadn’t even fought for that long, but my blood was pumping. I wanted something more thrilling than a fight.
I was shoved against the wall again, and my mouth was taken in a dominating kiss. My blood rushed as I submitted to Elio’s tongue. My lungs began to burn from the lack of air, and I grew dizzy from the intoxicating kiss.
Fuck breathing. I never wanted to stop kissing him.
Elio pushed me down, and I sank to my knees, my cock hard and my body burning with need. Air sawed in and out of my lungs as I stared up at Elio. His foot was pressed heavily against my aching cock.
