For some reason, that only made it hotter.
Opting for the safer route, I moved to my door, locked it, and grabbed my vibrator from my top drawer. I knew I should wait…but I had no intention of ever crossing the boundary between friend and lover with Savage. I couldn’t…could I?
My body ached as I was slowly roused from whatever dream state I’d been in. The memory of that first kiss was still seared into my brain. It was almost like I could feel his lips on mine again.
I was slowly coming to. The smells around me were different, and I wondered what it was that I could smell. Opening my eyes, I glanced around, panic rising up inside of me as nothing lookedfamiliar. It was decorated in deep burgundy and reds, I was on a large bed, and my clothes were fully intact. Memories of being taken from outside the butcher shop and Savage’s father pieced together, and I realised I’d been kidnapped. I was going to be leveraged against Savage so he would leave with Boris.
No. Like hell I was going to let his bastard father bully him into doing something he didn’t want to do.
Savage wasmine.
“Ah, she awakens,” I heard his deep baritone voice boom from somewhere in the room. The edges of my eyes were still cloudy as I tried to locate where he was. “I trust you had a pleasant rest.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled. “Such a pleasant woman.”
“He’s never going to go with you. He hates you.”
“He does not know me,” he said, his eyes turning darker with anger. “In any case, I have not earned my reputation for caring what others think of me. In time he will learn his place, and he will respect me.”
“He will never forgive you if you kill me,” I told him, feeling the power in my words. I knew it was true. He would become more beast than man in his quest for vengeance, and that scared me too.
“You do hold yourself quite high in his heart, don’t you?” he said with a smirk. “If that is the case, you may be worth more to me alive than dead.”
“Fuck you,” I spat again. “I’ll never help you. I will protect Niall with everything I have.”
“Niall?” he spat the name viciously, as if I’d insulted him. “My son’s name is Alexei Markov.”
“No, it isn’t. He is Niall Gleason. He’ll never take your name. You’ll never win him this way.”
“Heartbreak, grief…it plays an important part in any man’s life. It also helps to break them into what I need them to be. How do you think my men are so loyal to a monster like me? They have nothing else.”
Monster.
It was too kind of a word for him. He was no monster. He was the devil himself.
I felt delirious, and yet strangely myself. I started to laugh as I looked at the senior version of Savage, but realised he had no idea just how angry his sonwas. He was going to rip him apart. I only wished I would be alive to see it.
“What is so funny?”
“When Niall finds me…you will wish you never laid your hands on me. You think you’re big and tough. Powerful, as you say. He’s going to turn you into ash, and no one will ever remember the name Boris Markov.”
I had no idea where the courage had come from but it was there, and I was delighted at how my hysterical laughter was scaring the shit out of this bratva reject. It wasn’t an empty threat. I knew my life was probably going to end, but Savage was going to rise up from that and demolish everything he ever feared in his entire life.
I don’t care what he tried to portray.
Boris was a little intimidated by what I’d said and how I was laughing.
He should be.
Savage
Shona piled her hair up into a messy bun and pulled her shorts on before grabbing one of her signature crop tops.
“Are you going to lounge around all day?” she asked me. “It’s well past time you are usually gone.”
My mood suddenly grew dark. It had been years that we’d had this cat and mouse dating relationship going, and I was sick of hiding. I didn’t want to hold back when we were in public. I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and hold her to me as we celebrated at the clubhouse. I wanted to wake up next to her late in the day and eat out her pussy every morning. I wanted people to look at her and say “She’s Savage’s ol’ lady”. I never in my life had ever wanted that. I’d never looked at a woman and wanted her to be there long term. I liked my space, my own room where I could have what I wanted where I wanted. I liked being able to jump on my bike and go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted without having to check in with someone.
