Page 86 of Savagely Scarred

“Oh, but you did.” She smirks.

My eyes flit back and forth between hers. The notes I left her. Those were the only times I got near her. Nika must have been following me on those days, and I was too engrossed with Olivia to notice her stalking me. But that was after the murders started.

“My computer.”

She hums. “You really should use better passwords.”

“If you know who she is, why haven’t you killed her yet?” The question tastes like ash on my tongue.

“Leverage.”

“What do you want from me?” I snarl.

She laughs. “I thought I already made that clear, baby.” Her hands reach for my hips, and I jerk away.

“I don’t fucking want you!” I yell, releasing her throat.

“And she doesn’t want you!”

“She will.”

“Doubtful. You’re nothing to her.”

“She’s my fucking wife!”

“Not. Anymore.”

I step into her again, pressing her back into the tree. “If you lay a finger on her—,”

“I won’t. As long as I get what I want.” She grabs the waistband of my jeans and palms my dick with her other hand.

“I fucking hate you,” I groan, leaning down to her.

“For now,” she whispers.

My gaze follows her tongue as she traces her bottom lip with it. I capture it between my teeth, biting until I taste copper. She whimpers into my mouth and then I do something completely stupid.

I kiss her.

My tongue swipes the blood off her lip before I shove it into her mouth. She sucks on it and moans. I grind mindlessly into her hand while deepening the kiss. She tastes like mint and smoke.

My hands find her shorts, and I fight back the urge to rip them off. Instead, I undo them and shove them down her legs. She breaks the kiss to quickly step out of them. I grip her thighs and lift her up before slamming her back against the tree.

She cries out in both pain and pleasure. I crash my lips back onto hers while rolling my hips into her, rubbing my dick over her clit through her black lacy thong. Her moans grow louder and for some reason it turns me on. It shouldn’t because I fucking detest her.

“Get my dick out,” I rasp.

Nika reaches between us and undoes my jeans. My fingers dig into her ass while she uses her feet to push them down my thighs. I rip the side of her thong and move it out of the way. When my bare dick rubs against her soaked pussy, I groan. I glance down and watch her arousal coat my length as I slide it up and down.

She grabs my jaw, lifting my head. Her nails dig into the skin beneath my beard. “Now be a good boy and fuck my pussy.”

“I should fucking kill you right now,” I breathe, lining up the head of my dick.

“You should be thanking me for not breaking your toy.”

I slam into her and pause. “Fuck.” She’s so tight and warm. Just like Olivia.

She digs her nails into the back of my neck and pulls my head closer, our lips only an inch apart. “Fuck me like you hate me.”