Chased (Savage Men 3)

It’s as if he knows exactly how to play me, how to push my buttons to make me squeal and beg.

Still holding the chain with one hand, he moves his other hand between my legs. He claims my pussy by twisting my clit, rubbing it until I’m literally shaking with need. His cum mixes with my wetness, dripping down my legs as he thrusts into my ass.

Arousal peaks as I moan while he flicks me, the grip on the chain growing tighter and tighter. He uses it as reins. Reins to fuck me—to control my body—and I’m letting him.

And as he comes, roaring out loud once again, I do too. His fingers thrum to the rhythm of my orgasm, making me see stars. All while his cum spouts into me, filling me up and then some.

When we’re both sated and his cock has deflated, he pulls out. I almost collapse right there, but he captures me in his arms and holds me steady, pressing sweet kisses on my back as he pants heavily.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers against my skin. “I’ve got you. Always.”

My skin flushes with warmth and goose bumps because I know he means it.

With his arm wrapped around my body, holding me snuggly against him, I realize I don’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.

Right underneath his palm.

Claimed with his collar.

His.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Accompanying Song: “Enter One” by Sol Seppy

Chase

I pull open the drawer and take out the key, but as I fumble with it near her collar, she grabs my wrist.

“Can it stay on?” she asks, biting her lip.

I frown. “Why?”

She has always disliked how it felt. Has something changed?

“I like what it means.”

Her words bring a warm smile to my face, and I grab her face and press a long-drawn-out kiss on her lips.

“I love you,” I whisper.

She gives me a sugary sweet smile. “I …”

I place a finger on her lips. “You don’t have to say it. I just want you to know how much you mean to me.”

She nods. “I know.”

I place another kiss on her forehead. “We can keep it on.”

I tuck the key back into the drawer and grab her hand.

“I want you to decide,” she says. “I’m yours.”

I cock my head. “But I want you to be happy too.”

She falls into my arms. “I am happy. Here. With you.”

My body feels numb against her skin. Like her ray of sunshine scorches all the pain out of me and leaves nothing but compassion.

“Will you stay?” I ask.

She takes a deep breath. “Maybe.”

“I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.” When she doesn’t reply, I add, “I might even be able to stop myself from … killing. If it means you’ll stay with me.”

“You don’t have to do that,” she says. “I think I can live with it.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat. “With a killer?”

“If it’s only bad people … criminals.”

“Yes. Only them. No innocent people.” I breathe out a sigh of relief hearing her say that she’s okay with me being … me.

“Am I free to leave whenever I want?” she asks.

I nod. “Always.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

I close my eyes and smile as she buries her head in my chest, and there we stay for a while. And it’s okay. It’s what we both need.

Slowly, I back away from the door and walk toward the bed. I hug her tight as we lie down. Her body snuggled against mine is the best feeling in the world. I can’t stop sniffing to smell her scent, reveling in the idea that she’s here. That she’s mine. And that she’s not going anywhere.

I don’t mind if I have to beg for forgiveness the rest of my life. I know what I did can’t be easily forgotten, but I will work hard every single day. She’s worth it.

Accompanying Song: “Unraveling” by MILCK

Syrena

Months later

As my heart begins to beat faster and faster, I clutch the paper tightly in my hand.

“Nervous?” Chase asks, driving along the road.

I nod. “Just a little.” That’s a lie. A lot. But I don’t like showing just how much this means to me.

He places a hand on my leg. “You’ll do great. It’s going to be okay. I just know.”

He always knows what I’m really feeling; I can’t ever hide it from him. Just like he can’t ever hide his true feelings from me.

I guess that’s why we’re so attached to each other. We both know what the other’s weakness is … and it only makes us feel more powerful.

“We’re here,” he says as the car comes to a slow stop.

As I unbuckle, I take a deep breath and crumple up the paper in my hand, tucking it into my pocket. We no longer need the address if we’ve arrived.

“You wanna go in alone?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say, chewing my lip. I’m normally never this restless, but this situation isn’t normal. Not even close.