Page 4 of Savage Salvation

And fuck, it is. The more she squirms, the more her ass rubs against me. She instantly ceases her escape. Over her shoulder, she looks back at me, pure hatred and fire in her eyes. “Get. Your. Goddamn hands. Off me.”

There’re a few grunts and curses from the two dupes still rolling around and fighting each other, a few encouraging shouts from the crowd of classmates still standing around watching the fight I would’ve ended immediately. But right now, the only fight I want my attention on is the one with her. I have no interest in participating in the shit show that Ryan regularly insists on having with her. And I usually oblige Ryan’s antics, solely to rile her, because it’s the only time her attention is on me.

And even though I should get my hands off her, I won’t. Her anger—her attention on me—drives me to keep going. Her focus on me. Not the dog who follows her around without a bone; not her dickwad pseudo brother. Me.

“Say please.” I smile, moving my lips to brush along her neck. Taking in a deep breath of her sweet scent only makes my dick beg to plunge into her pussy even more.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” Her stern, blunt response draws a laugh from me. I knew she wouldn’t say it. My feisty girl wouldn’t beg anyone for anything. Though, her begging me to fuck her is a permanent fantasy in my spank bank. Fuck. Not a good thing to think about right now when her ass is still pressed against me.

Dropping my palm to her thigh, I slowly trail it up, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. “I didn’t hear you say please.”

I doubt the word has ever left her mouth, which will make it that much sweeter when I finally get it out of her. It won’t be today. I’m not a big enough fool to believe that. But one day, she’ll say it. With any luck, it’ll be when she’s under me. And I’ll be happy to fulfill her request.

She squirms again, a renewed fight in her. Fists swinging back, she almost connects with my head before I grasp her wrists in one hand and turn her around. Shifting, I pin her back against the wall of the school and lift her arms above her head, holding her wrists to the bricks. Unsurprisingly, her knee comes up, so I press forward, trapping the length of her body against mine to avoid the hit on her intended target. My crotch. She attempts to break free of my grip but is unable to and finally stops moving, her breathing heavy as she stares to me with pure revulsion.

“You should learn how to defend yourself.” My girl has a raging fire inside her that’d be lethal if it’s properly stoked, and I’ll be happy to help her unleash it even when I’m the dumbass holding her hostage against the damn brick wall.

“I wouldn’t have to if sadistic brutes like you didn’t think they were entitled to touch what doesn’t belong to them.”

I lean forward, my lips so close to hers I feel her warm breath. “But you do belong to me.”

Son of a bitch. Why did I admit it aloud? There’s no going back now. And as much as she belongs to me, I fucking belong to her. I have since that stupid fuckin’ day her life changed forever. And mine has never been the same, either. And now, it’s time to capture what I’ve starved myself of. Her.

Shock crosses her face. No doubt it should confuse her, because while I’ve hovered in the background, obsessed from the sidelines since that fateful moment, I’ve also let her be. Mostly.

I knew when I decided I wanted her that I’d go to any length to get her. And she might be the only impossible feat on this earth for me. Because Kinsley Miller doesn’t know that in the most painful moment of her life was the moment I fell into her clutches, because it was a pain I knew all too well also.

“No. I don’t.” Her distain grows, but I can take that. What I can’t take are her tears. That’s what got me into this stupid fucking situation in the first place.

“One day, you’ll agree. And you’ll want nothing more than my hands on you, my mouth tasting you, my dick buried inside you.” I press firmer against her, inciting my need but knowing it’ll be so much sweeter when she’s craving me as much as I crave her. Fuck. I hope that day is soon. Because her beneath me, taking every thrust and begging for it harder is what my fuckin’ wet dreams are made of. Keeping her wrists in one hand, I trail the other along her neck before sliding my fingers into her hair. I entwine and grip the black locks as I imagine doing the same when I’m finally fulfilling my need. “And you won’t even have to say please.”

Her anger doesn’t lessen. Instead, she fights harder. Her dark-as-coal eyes glare straight through me, reminding me of the fire only she can ignite inside me. I’ve barely even touched her, and fuck—she’s already incinerated me to the core. She’s the challenge I need. Enough of this letting her be shit. She’s mine. It’s about time she accepted it. Releasing her hair, I drag my fingers along the smooth olive skin of her neck, as I barely shift back. I allow her only the slimmest margin of space to escape, but she remains against the solid wall at her back. Swiftly, her hand rises, and her palm connects in a vicious slap to my cheek. The sting her touch leaves behind doesn’t bother me. I’ve taken punches from guys twice her size. But she only had the chance to inflict pain because I let her.

“Call me when you want to learn how to fight. I’ll teach you how to handle yourself in a real matchup and then we can work out those tight knots in your body that are begging to be rubbed out by me.”

She remains silent, a disgusted expression pointed my way. The commotion around us has seized and the principal speaking behind me has put an end to the morons rolling around on the ground. “Hawthorne, get to class.”

He ended their fun, but I’m not ready to end mine yet. “I’ll get there when I get there.”

I hear him huff but I know he’s walked off. He tries to exercise his authority over the student body, but we own him. He knows it and picks his battles. I’m not an opponent he chooses to test often.

Apparently, Kinsley is ready to be done with me, though, as her leg rises in another attempt to hit me in the crotch. Fastening my hand under her knee, I lift her leg and hook her thigh over my hip pushing forward to her, my other hand steadying myself against the rough brick as I whisper, “I’m not Wagoner. You’ll find I’m a tougher contender than he’ll ever be. So, you’ll have to do better than that.”

Her eyes bore into mine as she says, “You’re right. You’re worse than him.”

It shouldn’t, but her words rub me entirely the wrong way. Why? I’m not sure. Because I am the dick who has her pinned against the school with no regret. Well, just one. That I have to let her go. And I do just that, my thumb stroking the soft skin of her leg before I regrettably pry it from her and take a step back. Because if I don’t now, I fear I won’t be able to.

3

Kinsley

The vile dickwad finally gets his fucking hands off of me, nonchalantly stepping back as I remain against the bricks for a few seconds. There had been a time when I thought Gage was a decent human being. We were young. I was a stupid kid, but I thought something good was inside him. But years of hanging around with Weiner Wagoner and the likes has changed him more than I’d have ever guessed. And the more time goes by, the more despicable his vile ass has become. After this, I know he’s just as sadistic as his sidekick.

As I push off the wall, I thrust my hands against his chest. “If you ever touch me again, I will hurt you.”

“Think about what I said, because if I wanted, I could hurt you with minimum effort.” His words are flat, blunt, but they send a shiver down my spine. Usually, they taunt and torment me, but this is the first time Gage has ever manhandled me. And while I’d like to have gotten a good kick to his crotch, asking him for help won’t happen.

Holding up my hand, I flip him off. “Fuck off.”