Savages

by Natalie Bennett

  “Such a fragile thing, you,” he murmured. When he leaned in again, I thought he was going to try to put his mouth on mine. I was well prepared to high-knee his balls into his stomach for calling me fragile.

  Instead, he spoke directly in my ear. “What were you doing in my woods?” His warm breath trickled across my skin, his voice low and menacing. He pulled back but kept his thumb in place, studying my face. His dark stare penetrated right through me, daring my lips to spill the lie that sat on the tip of my tongue. For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

  “I got lost. I…”

  With the slightest tilt of his head, I knew he didn’t believe me.

  “I was with a guy. He dumped me off on the side of the road after doing this.” I pointed to my stab wound. “All I was trying to do was get away from the main road.”

  He looked at me a few seconds before saying, “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Yeah, now let’s try this again, and this time don’t fucking lie, or I’ll snap your pretty little neck.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  I used my body to back her against the bathroom wall, pinning her wrists down on either side of her.

  “You have a super original method for handling women,” she quipped.

  I couldn’t stop myself from laughing in her face. What the fuck was wrong with this girl? Either the people we killed were Academy Award winning actors who willingly pissed their pants in fear, or she was a little more off than I thought. No one had the balls to be this brazen.

  Maybe she was psychotic. I liked that.

  Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

  The tip of her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. I tracked the movement like a goddamn wolf stalking a deer.

  Using my knee, I nudged her legs apart and moved her wrists upward, forcing her to make a T, inadvertently lifting the shirt she chose to wear. A dead man’s shirt—she turned a dead man’s shirt into a dress.

  I had to look down to see it because of how much smaller than me she was. Everything about her was tiny, exactly like a fucking pixie. And she wasn’t wearing any fuckin underwear.

  Her bare pussy was right on top of my denim clad knee. As if realizing the same thing, the faintest little gasp slipped through her lips and sent blood rushing to the tip of my cock. I studied her pinched features and grinned.

  “You like that, don’t you? Cause if you like that, you’re going to love the way I fuck.”

  “You know, men who lack balls and need to compensate for their tiny dicks always have the biggest egos.”

  “Is that a challenge? Do you want to find out what I can do to you? Because I’m happy to oblige but I promise, baby, you’ll never be the same after I’m done.” I gave her a devilish grin and made sure she felt my dick against her lower stomach.

  “I’ll fuck you hard enough to rip you apart and I’ll keep fucking you until the base of my dick is covered in your blood.”

  Her pretty pink lips parted and she tried to twist away. I pressed into her a little more.

  “I’ll fuck you so hard Jesus Christ will make his second coming before I make my first.”

  She immediately responded to my words. Her knees fell farther apart and she licked her bitable lips again, making a sexy growling sound in her throat as I brought my mouth just close enough to skim over hers.

  She nipped at my bottom lip, making me chuckle.

  Switching her wrists to one hand, I brought the other up and roughly cupped her jaw, forcing her mouth open and slipping my tongue inside. Our eyes remained wide open and locked together.

  She gave me a stormy, heated glare that went straight to my dick and began to kiss me back, shocking the shit out of me. Smiling against her mouth, I recovered and amped up the intensity, watching her work to match it as if she’d never done this before.

  The sensual groan that spilled from her mouth had common sense trying to evade me. This crazy fucking bitch had a taste that overwhelmed me. She tasted like every immoral thought I’d ever had.

  When I felt her tense up against me, I had to force myself to let go and step back. Her chest rose and fell but she kept her breathing quiet, rolling her lips together.

  For a second, she looked up at me with confusion before her expression changed to one that was equally terrified and aroused.

  I knew that if I placed my hand between her legs, I would find her pussy wet. Being a gentleman wasn’t my forte. Part of me wanted to wrap her legs around my waist and force my dick inside her just to feel her tremble in fear from the inside out, to hear her beg, to scream at me to stop.

  As I looked at her face, I knew. I knew someone had done something to her, just as I knew she would be mine. The beast inside me reared his fucking head and set a claim on her without my permission.

  I wanted to know the name and location of every motherfucker who had hurt her so I could take him or her apart piece by slow, agonizing piece.

  I only kept my composure because this wasn’t the time to fuck her against the wall and make her tell me everything I wanted to know.

  Turns out that wasn’t mutual.

  The little minx launched herself at me. One second she was staring at me with hatred, and the next, her hands were on my face and her mouth was back on mine.

  I had my tongue shoved down her throat before I knew what the fuck was happening. She was stretching up to reach me and I knew it had to hurt. Grabbing two handfuls of ass, I wrapped her legs around my waist and she clung to my neck like it was a lifeline.

  She pulled away and looked me dead in the eye, and said the two words I knew all too well. “Fuck me.”

  Maybe I should have warned her about what she was asking for. It would have been kinder to mention what my true intentions were, but that would have been the right thing to do, and I wasn’t a do-the-right thing kind of person.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  He didn’t hesitate to oblige.

  He said he’d tear me apart and make me bleed. I’d heard those words in my head so many times it was like a trigger being pulled, a switch being flipped as a curtain was yanked open.

  He made my body come alive with a plethora of foreign feelings I didn’t think were possible anymore. I’d be damned if I let that slip away from me.

  He carried me back into his room and dropped me onto the bed.

  “Don’t fucking talk. Just strip.” His voice was iron, his eyes cold.

  I bit my lip to stifle a giggle and did as I was told. I knew he’d be like this; just this once, I didn’t mind.

  I never willingly gave up control, but this was different. I wanted him to dominate me and take everything I didn’t willingly give, just like I imagined in my head. I wanted his shameful hands around my throat and his dick buried inside me.

  His eyes traveled over every inch of my skin. When the word beautiful fell from his mouth, I looked down, trying to see what he did.

  I would have thought my pale bruised skin, thin body, and overall disheveled look would have had the opposite effect. I was almost at my ugliest point and he called me beautiful. By the look on his face, it wasn’t a word he used often. I shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to feel about it.

  He didn’t look away once as he peeled off his shirt and dropped down his pants and drawers, not completely removing them.

  Mmm, this man was gorgeous. I scanned over his perfectly muscled arms, down his stomach, and stopped at his cock. I bit my bottom lip, seeing how thick and long it was. The metal bar going through the head had me fixated.

  Something dipped in my lower stomach; the ache he elicited between my thighs had my arousal at an unbearable high.

  He made a sound in his chest and grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. My legs were hooked over his forearms and his dick was pushing into me by time I’d exhaled a single breath.

  A quiet grunt left my mouth at the stretch and slow burn of his intrusion. I reached down and used two fingers to spread myself further.

  He pushed all the w
ay in and the air dispersed from my lungs on a scream. There was a temporary disconnect between my mind and body, coming back with an overwhelming hysteria of emotions.

  I hadn’t done this in so long, and I’d never been with a man like him before. My body worked to accommodate his size, stretching around him. That didn’t stop him from setting a grueling pace. He cursed beneath his breath and dug his fingers into my flesh.

  I shut my eyes and struggled to hold back the moans building on top of one another in my chest. It wasn’t until I truly focused on his face that a wisp of clarity trickled through my lusty haze. His midnight hues were zeroed in on my face. He was moving inside me but it barely looked like he was breathing.

  With each passing second of his eyes boring down at me, a heady feeling had my gut telling me to stop this, even if I didn’t want to. The way he was looking at me made it seem as if he could see everything inside me, like he was analyzing me for something.

  “Stop,” I breathed, trying to push myself up with my elbows.

  “There we go. I was waiting on that.” His face split into a sinister smile. “Why would we stop? We haven’t even started.”

  I swallowed, sucking in a breath as he pulled me further down the mattress until my ass was left hanging between him and the air.

  His words were loaded with a double-meaning, I was smart enough to know that, but he didn’t give me time to think about what it was. He placed my legs on his shoulders and bent my knees towards my chest, folding me in half. A soft whimper left my mouth as my side protested.

  “Stop.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” He shoved my upper half down and pinned me by the neck. “Stop sounds a lot like no. I don’t know the meaning of that word and now, neither do you.” He thrust his hips, planting himself so deep his balls rested against the groove of my ass.

  “I can’t,” I half moaned, half pleaded.

  I arched my back in an attempt to lessen the intense pressure and fullness of him inside me, making it worse and adding more strain on my side.

  “You wanted to be fucked, remember?”

  He cruelly laughed at me.

  The man who starred in all my dirty, degrading nightmarish fantasies finally made his appearance.

  He drilled into me. The louder I moaned, the harder he fucked me. The mattress creaked beneath me, skin smacked against skin, and his grip grew tighter around my neck. It felt like I was being ripped apart, straight down the middle, from the inside out.

  Something pulled and snapped. I cried out in pain, feeling something wet run down my stomach. I couldn’t do anything but lie still and let him have his way with me.

  I’d been here before but never like this. My body burned with pain and pleasure.

  I clenched the sheets between my fists like they were a lifeline as he made good on his promise of fucking me hard enough to tear me apart. The metal bar began stroking something inside me I didn’t even know was there.

  My pussy flooded with arousal, growing wetter than it already was. I felt his muscles tense and knew he was holding back for my benefit.

  “Come for me, Cali,” he ordered in a low voice, tightening his grip even more, restricting my airflow. I grabbed for his hand, unable to pull it away. My chest heaved with strangled breaths and choked moans. I tried to do what he said but I didn’t know how. I’d never gotten off with a cock inside me.

  “Fucking come and I’ll let you breathe again,” he snapped, cutting off my air supply completely.

  He shifted his hips and dropped one of my legs, angling himself as deep as he could.

  Something rapidly built in my core, pervading through me like liquid lightning as he hit that sweet spot with brutal thrusts over and over again.

  Oh my god.

  He let my throat go and leaned down to catch my barrage of moans in his mouth as I came apart around him. I couldn’t see. A black curtain drew across my vision. I stopped breathing completely. I never knew I could feel pleasure in every part of my body strong enough to leave me shuddering and pulling him into me to go deeper, clawing at his back.

  Fuzzy specs of white danced before my eyes as he continued to fuck me into the mattress. When his dick swelled, he immediately pulled out with a low groan, spurting warm come all over my breasts. With a swirl of his fingers, he massaged it into my skin.

  “Fuck,” he softly cursed.

  Still trying to breathe again, I lifted my head and looked between us, seeing his come mixed with the blood between my thighs and trickling from my wound.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  He pushed my hands away so he could examine where his handiwork had come undone.

  “I’ve got a first aid kit––”

  “You don’t need one, it’s not that bad,” I lied.

  His hands landed on my shoulders to prevent me from hopping off the sink where he had sat me. “I’m gonna ignore the fact that you just spoke over me. You’re gonna sit your ass on this counter until I get back with the kit.” He stepped away, giving me a warning glare before exiting the bathroom.

  As soon as I heard his bedroom door shut, I stood up, steadying myself on trembling legs.

  Holding my head in my hands, I tried to make myself regret what had transpired between us but the feeling wouldn’t come. So many men had used me and none of them had ever made me feel like he just did.

  I should have foreseen this coming. The powerful frequency between us had our souls fucking before we ever touched. No, I could never regret the painfully sweet ache he created between my thighs.

  Ever since I’d discovered who he was two years ago, he’d done the impossible. He intrigued me like no man had ever done before. He was beautiful and sick, like me—the star of all my obscene fantasies.

  The throbbing in my side steadily reminded me he was real. He was more than pictures and the erotic nightmares I craved late at night.

  This lust though, my secret obsession, was dangerous. I had yet to see just what he was capable of, but I knew he was merciless, ruthless. He had an aura around him that was so dark it could blot out the sun. It seeped into everything around him. I knew I wouldn’t be the exception but that didn’t bother me; I harbored my own demons inside me.

  Through the white noise inside my head, I distinctly remembered Tito warning me, “You don’t want to end up like his last girl.”

  Now that I thought about some of the things he’d said, it was alarmingly obvious Tito had known more than he’d let on. Some of the things he’d told me could never be learned from a sheet of paper or in-depth research. They were too personal. The Savages were notorious, but they were also highly secure and private.

  Of all the things I’d found out about him, no woman had ever come up. So how did Tito know there ever was one? I mean, she clearly wasn’t around anymore. That’s if she ever existed in the first place. He could have easily made it up in his failed attempt to ward me off.

  I was inclined to believe she was either no longer breathing or their relationship had ended on an unpleasant note.

  A chain of truth tried to form in my mind, but there were too many goddamn links missing. I couldn’t ask, either, not without giving up information on the other and risking being lied to. Right then, I barely even trusted myself.

  “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

  “I didn’t like the way you asked.” Lifting my head, I clenched the shirt covering my waist a little tighter and took a quick inventory of the things in Romero’s hands as he re-entered the room.

  “I didn’t fucking ask you anything. You know what? We need to get a few things clear.” He brushed past me and sat everything in the sink. Then, he scooped me up as if I were a ragdoll and deposited me right back on the counter, parking his muscular body between my legs.

  “You gorgeous girl,” he murmured, brushing strands of hair out of my face.

  “I don’t want to hurt you…wait. That’s not how I want to start.” He gave me a skewed grin and shook his head. “I do want to hurt you. There are so many…
things I want to do you. And I will. You’ll love every torturous second of it…eventually.” He smoothed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip.

  “I don’t want to hurt you for pissing me off, Cali, not this early in our relationship.”

  Early in our…

  “We don’t have a relationship,” I objected.

  “We have whatever I want us to have.”

  “You can’t do that. You can’t just make decisions for me.”

  “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It’s you who no longer has choices.”

  My eyes floated to the slated floor and then back up to his. Not yet up for a battle of words, I asked him the question that was still swimming around in my head.

  “How do you know my name?”

  Should I have asked how he knew my name before demanding he fuck me like a needy whore? Probably.

  He smirked. “I was wondering how you knew my name, seeing as you just repeated it like a well-versed prayer.”

  Shit, did I really do that? I pressed my lips into a straight line and looked up at him, refusing to give myself up. “You need to work on your art of seduction.”

  He reached out and pinched my chin. “Do you want me to seduce you, Cali?”

  I choked on a swallow and knocked his hand away. Since he was still shirtless, I chose to intently focus on his sabbatic goat head.

  Yes, yes, yes! I excitedly repeated in my head. He could be mine and I could be his. I couldn’t give up the plot so fast, though. I may not be able to follow Tito’s plan, but I could never be disloyal to him.

  Okay, deep breaths. Fake it till you make it, Cali. I hated rejecting him, but I couldn’t so freely give in. Letting out a little sigh, I smiled and placed a hand on his broad shoulder.