Savage Hearts (Queens & Monsters, #3)

by J.T. Geissinger

He shushes me softly. He reaches out and caresses my cheek, cooing a stream of gently spoken words. “Ty v bezovasnoshti so mnoy, malyutka. Ya ne prichinu tebe vreda.”

You're safe with me, little one. I won't hurt you.

Gazing at me like he’s witnessing his first sunrise, he lightly sweeps his thumb over my top lip. He whispers gruffly, “You’re made of fine materials, Riley Rose.”

“Oh, one more thing—” “I know a way to keep that mouth quiet,” he snaps. Then he kisses me.

“Careful,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. “Combat makes my dick hard.”

“Live, little bird,” Mal says, close to my ear, his voice low and urgent. “Fly back to me.”

I blurt, “I know you’re not going to hurt me.” “I want to.” “No, you don’t.” His voice turns into a wolf’s growl. “Oh, yes, I do. I want to hold you down and bite you and fuck you until you’re sobbing. I want to come deep inside your pussy, your mouth, and that perfect little ass. I want to see my teeth marks on your tits and my fingerprints on your thighs and the tears in your eyes when I put you on your knees and make you gag on my cock. Don’t get it wrong, sweet girl. I want to fucking devour you.”

I’ve never met a woman I wanted to strangle, protect, scream at, cherish, fight with, and fuck, all at the same time.

“I don’t ever want to hear you speak another man’s name in my bed again.”

“Any man who even looks at you wrong will die. Any man, including him. If I sense any hint of a threat, if anything whatsoever happens that displeases me, I will make him unalive. Do you understand me?”

“Ty moya. Ty moya. Ty moya, dorogoya.” Cradled in his arms and spread open around his cock, I orgasm so hard, I’m overcome with emotion. I start to weep. “I know,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck, baby, I fucking know.”

“Daddy’s home.”