Chased (Savage Men 3)

I get up and grab my coat. They can figure shit out without me. I don’t care anymore.

I have to do something about this antsy feeling in my body, this twitch that keeps popping up in my lips.

Savage needs are running sky high right now.

I just don’t know whether I want to fuck … or kill.

But the decision is easily made when I think about what’s waiting for me at home.

Chapter Twelve

Accompanying Song: “Only Human” by Cold Showers

Syrena

As I let my fingers brush along the windows, searching for a way to open them, the front door suddenly slams open, catching me by surprise. I almost tumble but manage to capture myself on the windowsill, blowing out a breath.

“Hello?” I mutter.

“It’s me.” His voice is enough to give me goose bumps.

I can hear him throw his coat on the hanger and set something down. His footsteps come closer. I sit down on the windowsill, hands behind me, pushing my tits forward.

He didn’t stay at work for time, which begs the question—why did he leave early?

I’m thinking it’s because of me.

“You came home early,” I muse, licking my lips as I smile.

“Yes.”

No denial. No explanation. Exactly his style.

He doesn’t mince words, which is why every single one of them he does utter is important. And I need to pull out as many as I can. One by one. Until he’s explained all this.

And I know just the way to go about it.

As he approaches, I cross my legs and seductively lean back on the windowsill, awaiting his command.

He’s right in front of me, but I don’t move an inch.

His finger touches the collar of the shirt I’m wearing. His shirt. Starting at the top, he slides all the way down between my breasts and to my navel, stopping only when the fabric comes to an end right below my hips.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he murmurs. I can’t tell if he likes it or if he’s upset.

I cock my head and run my fingers along the buttons, popping just the top one. “Do you like it?”

He sucks in a breath. “Don’t.”

“Why?” I ask, leaning in closer. “It’s too hot in here, isn’t it?”

I know I’m taunting him.

I want him to cross his boundaries. I want him to take what he wants, so he’ll give me what I want in return. He can deny his needs all he wants, but I felt it in his kiss … he wants me more than anything.

“I didn’t give you permission to go through my things,” he hisses.

I narrow my eyes. “I was under the impression I could do whatever the hell I wanted in your home as long as I didn’t try to escape.”

A soft growl leaves his mouth. “What are you trying to do?”

“Why are you asking?” I slowly let my fingers slide up his chest. “Is it working?”

He grabs my wrists and pushes them back. “Don’t play games with me.”

“Am I?” I ask.

I’m not afraid of him. If he wanted to kill me, he would’ve already done it by now. I’ve faced death. Met him in person. And I still lived.

“Taunting me has consequences,” he says, his voice stern.

I open my legs and part them wide, showing him how little I’m wearing. “I think I can take it.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Then he grabs my arm and yanks me toward him. “Don’t tempt me.”

He clenches me so tightly, I’m unable to free myself from his grip. Still, I don’t feel fear. Only the excitement raging through my veins.

“Go to your room,” he murmurs.

He’s so close now; I could almost lean in and kiss him.

So I do. I inch closer and closer. He doesn’t stop me. Not even after my lips have already grazed his.

“Do it,” I whisper.

I can feel a wicked grin form on his lips.

The tension is rising. I can feel it in the air like a thick fog blocking all rational thoughts. And I know he can feel it too.

“Go to your room,” he commands. “Now.” This time, the words have a whole new connotation.

I’m almost tempted to talk back to him. The words “or what” linger on my tongue. But I don’t let them out.

Instead, I get up from the windowsill and casually stroll toward the door next to me while I sway my hips. I know he’s watching. I don’t need to see to know how men like him work.

I enter the room and stand in front of the bed, waiting, listening.

The door creaks and closes behind me. His footsteps come closer.

Goose bumps cover my body as he approaches, knowing that I have no way out. I’m not afraid. I refuse to be. He won’t hurt me. I’ll let him do whatever he wants …

Everything has a price.

His hand slides across my shoulder, gripping my neck. I hold my breath as he pushes himself up behind me, his body stiff against mine … cock already hard in his pants.