Locked (Savage Men 2)

I should hate him. Loathe him. But I can’t keep it up.

It’s wrong, but my body refuses to move, refuses to stop kissing him back.

His tongue swirls around mine, and I desperately try to get closer to him. I’m torn between my wish to do the right thing and wanting him so badly.

He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head against the tree, making it impossible for me to break free.

“Fuck …” I mumble when he dives between my legs.

I don’t even protest.

Maybe I like how he holds me, preventing me from even thinking about leaving.

It’s freeing, in a way … not to have to even think.

When he kisses me, I kiss him back, despite wanting to hate him all the same.

“I love you, Jules. More than anything in the entire fucking world. I’ll never hurt you again,” he murmurs. “I fucking need you like the air I breathe.”

I clench my thighs together when his fingers slide back and forth my slit, but I’m no match for his strength. He nudges my legs apart and starts to toy with me, circling my clit, making me gasp for air.

“Lock,” I mumble, barely able to form coherent words.

“Shh …” he whispers, his lips still lingering near mine. “Stop resisting what you feel for me. Let it go. It’s okay.”

His tongue draws a line down my jaw as he leaves rough kisses wherever he goes, attacking my senses with everything he’s got.

My back arches as he cups my breasts and rips everything out of the way, throwing it to the ground. I’m naked now, and he pauses to take a good look at me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Hungry for what comes next.

“Mine,” he growls, and my body fills with goose bumps at the sound of his voice.

Fuck, I hate it so much, but I can’t help myself anymore.

Not when he touches me like that, kisses me like that … fucks me like that.

Raw and passionately, no holds barred.

He doesn’t hold back. Isn’t afraid of anything but losing me.

Maybe that’s why I’m so enraged. Because I’m afraid of losing him too.

Losing what we had because of what he did.

Because my mind can’t let go.

“Stop thinking,” he says, taking my nipple into his mouth. “Just feel.”

My eyes close as I let him do his thing, knowing full well what he’s capable of.

I can no longer say no to this man.

This man. God … what a man.

He releases my pussy, and I already miss him there. He shows me the wetness on his fingers with a grin on his face. “This tells me the truth.”

I grimace, annoyed at my own inability to withstand his invasion. “Well, fuck you for making me feel the way you do. Just fuck you.”

“Oh … I intend to,” he says with a lopsided grin, and he rips away the small rope around his waist, showing me his raging hard-on.

He lifts me up in his arms, making me squeal as he shoves me against the tree. Without warning, he lowers me onto his cock. I let out a moan as he buries himself deep inside me. He grunts when he pulls me back up and thrusts back in again, repeating it over and over again until I’m delirious with need.

Fuck, why do I have to be this easy? This complacent?

Why does he have this power over me as no other man ever has?

“Look at me,” he growls. “Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you.”

His voice alone makes me do what he asks. Am I that pathetic? Yes. Definitely yes.

Because I want him so badly, with every fiber of my being, and I hate that about myself… and him.

“Tell me you want me,” he groans, fucking me hard and without mercy. “Tell me you won’t leave me.”

“I can’t,” I say.

“Yes, you can!” he groans. “Tell me you want nothing else but this cock right here.”

“I want you …” I mumble as he places a kiss just beside my lips.

“Louder,” he whispers.

“I want you, I do. But I hate you too,” I say.

He grins. “I’ll take it.” And he smashes his lips onto mine.

He never stops slamming into me, doesn’t give up on his quest to make me feel just how much he craves me … and how much I crave him too.

“You’re mine, Jules,” he groans between dirty, wet kisses. “All mine and mine alone.”

I nod even though it’s only the hormones talking right now.

My brain has turned to mush.

He rams into me with full fervor, not holding back a single inch, and I can feel it all the way inside me, making me want to come.

“Fuck!” I scream as he fills me to the base of his shaft.

“There you go,” he growls.

Suddenly, he pulls out and lowers me to the ground.

“Wha—” I mutter, but I have no time to finish my sentence because he immediately spins me around and pushes me against the tree, positioning himself right behind me.