Savage Love (Savage Trilogy #3) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,63
me, an intense, drugging, possessive kiss that shouts a message. He wants. He needs. He’s coming apart inside and out.
I don’t fight this darker him, I never fight it, in fact, I welcome this part of the man I love. I revel in being how he escapes, how he copes, with that burn inside him. He turns me to the wall, and I press my hands against it. He drapes himself over me and I know this is about control, his need for it. I took that from him with that promise. The idea of me dying is the ultimate loss of control. The idea that he might die, is the same for me. I need out of my head as much as he needs that power, that control.
His hand slides over my backside, a shiver of anticipation skittering along my damp skin, and I glance back at him. “Do it. Do it.”
He smacks my cheek but it’s light, a promise of more that has my sex clenching and my back arching. “Do it,” I call out. “Rick, I—”
I moan as his fingers slide between my legs, then his thick, hard cock is pressing against my sex. His lips find my ear. “You’re not leaving.” It’s a possessive command, and he follows it by smacking my cheek again, this time harder. “Ever.”
“Neither are you,” I say, and then he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me, one hand on my breast, the other, spanking me. He thrusts, and his hand comes down on my cheek. I cry out with pure pleasure. The sting of his hand and the explosion of nerve endings as he thrusts undoes me. He undoes me.
His fingers pinch my nipple and his hand comes down again, his cock pounding deep inside me at the same moment. Over and over, he repeats, and just when I think I might topple over into bliss, he pulls out and rotates me to face him. He catches my leg, lifts it to his hip, and then he’s not just back inside me, he’s kissing me like he will never kiss me again. We erupt in wildfire and dissolve in passion. When our bodies still, and Rick lowers my leg, he drags his hand over my wet hair and tilts my face to his.
“No, I do not promise to save the fucking world if you die. You don’t get an excuse to die. If you die, I will blow the fucking world up. Non-negotiable.” He kisses me again and walks to the shower door and exits.
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Savage
She doesn’t get to die.
The end. That’s the only ending I accept. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. She steps out of the shower, her naked body glistening with water, and despite how hard I just rode her, I could easily do it again. But now is not that time.
“Rick—” She begins to make her case, but I’m not hearing it.
I’ve already grabbed a towel from the rack that I wrap around her now. “We need to rest while we can.”
“You don’t get to use me as an excuse to become a monster.”
“And you don’t get to use some promise I won’t keep to die. I will never make a promise that requires you dying for me to keep it. Don’t fight me on this. Because it will be a fight. Let’s go rest. We both need it.” I don’t give her time to argue. I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom. She gives up the fight, at least for now, and I grab the remote on the nightstand to darken the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows. Before I lie down, I send one text message and that message is to Kane Mendez: I need to see you today, after four. Name the place and time and I’ll be there.
I set the alarm for two hours from now and then roll over to Candace, who’s facing me, waiting for me. My hand settles on her face. “What do you think of the bed?”
“You’re in it. It’s perfect.”
“Tired?”
“Nervous.”
I don’t ask about what. We have two enemies left to battle: an assassin in Alejandro, and the man I suspect hired that assassin in Pocher. “Don’t be. You’re sleeping with your enemy’s enemy, and he loves the hell out you.” I scoop her into me, her back to my front and wrap my body around her body. “Sleep, baby. I have a plan. Watch and see.”