Page 60 of Savagely Scarred

This guy is the bane of my existence. I'm fully prepared to eliminate him from the equation. If they’re going to his parents this weekend, I might have a better opportunity to get Olivia away from him. Their guard will be down if they think they are somewhere safe.

I flop onto the metal-framed bed tucked into the corner of the room after taking off my pants and glance at my phone on the wooden nightstand. It’s only nine o’clock. But I’m fucking exhausted. Mentally. Physically.

When the alert goes off on my phone tomorrow that she’s on the move, I’ll be ready. She thinks she can run from me and I won’t follow.

Oh, princess.

You should know better.

She still feels me when I’m not there.

The chill in her veins.

The silence that lingers like a threat.

I’ll never stop pursuing what belongs to me. What I have claimed. Even if her heart stops beating.

“See you in hell, princess.”

My heavy eyelids fight to open. They just keep fluttering closed with every ripple of pleasure. My fingers thread through silky strands that are tickling my abdomen.

“Fuck,” I hiss when something warm and wet slides along the vein of my dick.

I lift my head slightly and crack my eyes open to see a curtain of brown hair framing her face. She greedily sucks me into her mouth and I toss my head back onto the pillow with a groan.

“Fuck, princess,” I breathe. I wrap her hair around my fist while she bobs up and down my shaft. She chokes when I shove her head down and hit the back of her throat. “God—damn. You got so much better at sucking dick.”

Her muffled moan against my skin instantly triggers an alarm inside my head. I grip her hair tight and sit upright while pulling her off me. She grabs onto my forearm with both hands when I squeeze her throat and slam her against the wall.

Nika just grins at me and licks her swollen lips.

“Do you have a fucking death wish?” I tilt my head.

“May-be,” she sing songs.

I narrow my eyes. I can’t even accuse her of breaking in this time because I forgot to engage the locks. Anger and revenge were at the forefront of my mind—not safety. And I’m actually starting to question mine because of this woman.

“Maybe I should just keep squeezing until the light leaves your eyes.” My pressure increases. “Then dispose of your body down by the river with the others.”

She fucking giggles.

She drops her hands and grabs the base of my dick. “Or you could just relax and let me finish sucking your cock.”

“Is that all you want from me? A good fuck?” I sneer at her.

Nika starts pumping me with a tight grip. Her other hand cups my sack. My gaze drifts down past her black tank top and mini skirt to watch her work me back up. My disloyal dick thickens in her grasp.

“I want you. I’d be so good to you if you’d let me.” She bites her bottom lip and looks at me with hope.

“I don’t want good,” I grunt, bucking into her hand.

She gently scrapes her nails over my balls. “I can be bad too,” she whispers.

Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip. It’s still swollen. And for a second, I think about pulling it into my mouth. Instead, I release her neck and rip her shirt off. She gasps, watching the shredded fabric fall to the bed.

Her dusty pink nipples harden, and I latch onto one and lean toward her. She sucks in a breath and moans.

“You want to be my fucking toy?”