Chased (Savage Men 3)

I know it’s hard. I’m not the guy she’s supposed to want. I’m the bad guy. Yet I know she can’t stop herself from wanting this. From wanting me.

Because that’s what this is all about … The push and pull between us. Like magnets, we bounce and attract. And we’re helpless to fight it.

I start rubbing her clit again, wanting her to feel just how badly she wants this and just how much she likes it when I fuck her like this. Her back glistens with sweat and heat as I rub her just the right way, making her moan out loud.

God, the sounds she makes could make me come.

But I want to savor it.

Savor the look on her face as she falls apart with my dick inside her.

So I wait and watch the buildup—her shaky legs, her quivering body, the wetness pooling between her legs. And I push two fingers into her pussy, adding to the pressure, making her buck against me.

The explosion feels like the sweet, naughty dream I had a few days ago as her pussy clenches around my finger. When her whole body is quaking, I pull my fingers out and finish the job with my dick, fucking her until another stream of seed fills her up.

Both her holes … claimed by me.

Like the vicious animal I am.

When I’m sated, I pull out from her ass and let her calm down for a few seconds before untying her. She’s shivering and out of breath, so I go to the cabinet and take out the key I left there. Then I sit down on the couch beside her, pull her into my embrace, and take off the collar around her neck. As it falls to the floor, she doesn’t immediately touch her neck like before. Only a gasp escapes her mouth, and then she leans into me, resting her head on my chest.

I’m momentarily shaken by her sudden need for affection, but then I hold her close to my body, wrapping my arms around her tight. As her warmth melts with mine, something settles into my heart. A tenderness I’ve never experienced before. Something that one might call … love.

But how?

How could I love a girl I’ve hurt so much?

How could I love a girl who could never love me back?

I sigh and listen to her breaths, wishing I could explain everything to her without pushing her away. Without making her hate me even more.

I sigh and whisper, “How do you feel?”

“Warm,” she mumbles.

“Good.” I rub her back a little and give her a peck on the forehead. “We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow.”

“Doctor?” She lifts her head.

“To get a pill,” I say. “We had sex twice with no protection.”

“Oh …” She lowers her head again. “That won’t be needed.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Graham … he told me, when he took me from the cage, before he sold me to you. I …” She pauses. “I can’t get pregnant.”

Shock ripples through me.

She can’t get pregnant?

Ever?

She sniffs. I tip up her chin with my index finger. A small teardrop rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.

Then I lean in and kiss her. Not because I’m eager for more, but because I want to make her feel better. Because I want her to forget.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur as our lips unlatch.

Her lips quiver, and she nods slowly.

“Did he hurt you?” I ask, barely able to stop clenching my teeth together. “Did he do something to your body?”

The mere thought makes my blood boil.

She shakes her head. “He told me when he got me tested. He wouldn’t do that because he only kept us there to make babies.”

I suck in a breath. Rage flows through my veins, and my muscles tense in response. I know she can feel it because she inches away ever so slightly.

“That’s why he ditched me,” she adds. “Because I was useless to him.”

I grab her chin again. “You are not useless,” I say. “Do you hear me? You’re anything but useless. You are worth so, so much.” I lean my forehead against hers. “To me.”

She sniffs again and rests her head against my chest, and at that moment, I feel nothing but awe for this woman. I never imagined someone like her would be able to melt my heart, but here I am … falling deep.

I hold her close and soothe her, hoping she’ll forgive me, hoping she’ll believe what I said. I don’t ever want her to feel that way again.

“Thank you,” she mutters after a while. “For saying that.”

“Saying what?”

“That I mean something to you,” she says, lifting her head so I can look at those pristine eyes again. “Even if it was a lie,” she adds.

I caress her cheek and push her hair out of the way so I can plant a kiss right there on her neck. Then I whisper into her ear, “It wasn’t a lie.”