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Bitch, I’m not hiding. “But this isn’t our first time meeting, is it?” I ask with a smug grin. Her face almost melts off. I’m done playing games. Well, not really, but I am done playing whodunnit with her.
His breath tickles my nose, his chest presses against mine with each angry heave. And like the sick fuck that I am, I worry for a moment that he might not fuck me, just to prove a point.
“Okay, let’s change the mood in here!” she says, getting up to her feet and putting a cd in her player. Backstreet Boys booms throughout the den. “For the love of god,” I say.
“Ummm, this is Tax, my friend.” My serial fuck buddy—blackmailer. “Tax, this is my friend, Tiff.”
“Because as soon as I leave after having you, I want you again. And then even when I have that, it’s not enough. When I see another man look at you the way I do, I want to kill him. I want to swallow you. I want to consume you. I want to possess you. I want you.”
His other hand reaches around and cradles the nape of my neck. It feels so small in his grasp, like he could snap it with the jerk of his wrist. His lips brush against my collarbone as he whispers the last words with a rasp: “I want more.”
How cute...she thinks I take no for an answer. How cute? Fuuuuuck, I need to go wrestle a rabid bear or some shit.
“Are you going to be able to stay quiet?” Tax asks. He makes me scream. “Do I have a choice?” “Here’s an insurance policy,” he says, grabbing his tie and rolling it into a ball. I open my mouth without being prompted. “Now I am going to fuck you hard. I’m gonna hurt you, just the way you like it.” He props a breast on the neckline of my dress and rolls his thumb on my nipple. “And you are going to keep quiet.” I jut my hips back and forth, signaling that I will comply. He spits in his hand and strokes his thick cock, glaring at me like a predator honing in on his prey. And then his eyes narrow
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“Mia, you didn’t last one fucking pump,” he groans. “You need to do better.”
“Mia, your pussy is always mine, I don’t give a fuck what time of the month it is,” he groans out between one of his powerful thrusts.
He’s light and dark, forgiveness and vengeance, beauty and ugliness. He’s all those things. My beautiful savage. And even savages protect their young.
