Page 65 of Savage Thief


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“And no bra.”

He sounds like the devil with fresh sweetness in his hands to tarnish with sin.

The hand not currently wrapped around my throat slides farther down until he’s gripping my ass cheek. The sweats slide down another notch and now I’m left in a bit of a compromised position. If someone were to walk in right now, they would not be left wondering what’s going on. Not something anyone here would give two shakes about, but I don’t get my rocks off by public displays of affection.

“Hark, honestly you need—”

“Dragon. Let me hear you say it, Asena.”

I shiver when I hear my name. His tongue meets the flesh just beneath my left breast. I suck back air. The intense pressure slamming into my clit steals the air from my chest just as quickly as I can take it in. How the two points are connected is beyond me, but anything he does to my tight peaks has my pussy clenching. This has to end. I need to get away from him.

The thigh between my legs is an unwanted distraction. I don’t know if he instigated it or my body moved on its own, but I rock my hips over him and sweet Baby Jesus.

I huff a sigh of frustration. He’s not going to listen to me until I give in.

“Dragon,” I repeat. “You need to let me go.” The shirt comes higher and so do his lips.

And then he finds what he is searching for.

“I thought I saw metal bars last night.” Warm lips move over my nipples and my head falls back. Teeth tighten over my pierced flesh and when he tugs it’s instant.

I come.

“Argh!” I cry out. I bury my hands in his hair, loosening his ponytail. Soft warm hair slips through my touch. It would be so easy to let myself get distracted.

Holding my shirt up he lowers the front of my sweats, he kneels and I know what comes next. I give in to him. Just one last time. I can do that. And then I’m gone. It doesn’t matter that the idea of not having the family I always wished for doesn’t stand a chance. I mean, I’m the enemy. Ares said so himself. He might have welcomed me into his mansion, but for how long after what I have planned?

I let my head fall back when I feel his seeking tongue slide over my abdomen. He moves lower, and then lower until he stops. I open my eyes, knowing what he’s found.

“Har—Dragon,” I correct. I go to jerk my shirt down but his fingers around my wrist stop me. I take a shaky breath. How could I be so stupid and let this happen? I know how, but still, I should have known better.

Cold air brushes over my overly heated skin and I know what he has found.

All the heat he built up inside me turns icy. From the fires of passion to the tundra of Siberia.

“What the hell is this?”

I know what he is thinking without hearing the words. He thinks it’s the Druid’s.

I shove at him but he’s not budging. “What does it look like? Now move the hell out of my way.”

He yanks my sweatpants down again right there in the middle of the living room and this time he strokes the pad of his thumb over the cesarean scar I have from Heaven.

I shiver. It’s impossible not to react to his touch. And also cue my panic attack.

“Hark, what the hell?” I go to move his hands, but he bats my attempts away.

I can see the heartbreak on his face. The torture. Well, fuck him very much.

Warring angels slash at each other in my mind. Should I tell him? Do I want to give this man a way to control me?

No. And not only that but hell no.

“Don’t worry, it’s not yours. Or his. I’m not here to claim child support or anything like that. Surprise, now you know my secret.”

Stunned, he falls back on his ass and sits there. I right myself and head for the exit. I search the house for Avery, but after not finding her, I head for the front door and I don’t stop until I’m standing outside the bathhouse. I don’t remember the walk here, just the heat on my face and the rage in my heart. And fear. Lots of fear.

With my arms crossed over my chest, I take in the abandoned raised beds. White boards, wildflowers, and weeds rim the entire front portion of the stone and cement structure. Grayed and weathered it looks loved but forgotten. A little less loved and I can’t help but feel the same. I tighten my arms around myself. Too many men have used me for their own gain. As soon as Avery returns, I’ll have her drive me to the city and from there I can make the moves I need in order to regain my throne and get my daughter back in my life.

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