The Unholy Savages have a reputation around here, and though she’s new to town, I’m sure she’s heard aboutus before, and with my six feet, three inches and solid, tattooed build, I’m confident in my ability to intimidate anyone, especially a young woman.
I step forward, so she takes a step back, and excitement rushes through my bloodstream, spiking my pulse and setting my body alive with each calculated step she takes toward the alleyway.
As soon as she’s off the sidewalk, her back hits the brick wall, her eyes widen, and she gulps. I cage her in, resting my arms above her head. She tilts her head back to peer up at me, and the difference in our height is a stark reminder of the power imbalance, something I delight in.
“Tut, tut, Little Demon. Did nobody ever tell you to be careful around strangers?”
She jolts, and her pretty face pales. Her eyes close as if it pains her to keep them open, using this reaction to guard herself.
Something cold slithers up my spine, diminishing any excitement I felt only moments ago, and confusion takes over me. Why the hell do I not like the thoughts of her being freaked out at my attention?
I grit my teeth, unable to allow myself to delve into that thought deeper, and grip her hips, spinning her to face the wall, then push forward with my plan.
Her cheek brushes the exposed bricks, and I step closer until her back is against my chest. Her scent, a peachy smell, is something I relish. “I hope you’re ready for me, Little Demon.” I nuzzle into her neck and make a show of breathing her in. Goosebumps break out over her bronzed skin, and my cock takes notice, springing to life in an instant.
One of my hands toys with the strands of her silky hairwhile the other balls into a fist to stop myself from doing her harm.
I grind my hard length against her back, and she surprises me again by not making a single move. She doesn’t push me away; she doesn’t use her smart mouth to scream for help. Nope, she remains silent and still.
“Do you like fuckin’ strangers?” My words unsettle something inside me, but I choose to ignore it and indulge in my fantasy. “You want this thick cock inside your little pussy?”
Her breath hitches and her eyes flare.
“Yeah…” I grind my cock against her ass. “You want that, don’t you?”
As her cheeks flood with heat, delight shoots up my spine. I drag my nose down the column of her throat, itching to sink my teeth into her neck.
“I’m going to fuck that little throat of yours raw, Little Demon.” I place a kiss on her exposed collarbone. “But not before I get my answers.” Without further warning, I sink my teeth into her flesh, causing her to cry out. I suck her skin into my mouth and delight in the copper bursting on my tongue, and when I pull back, her eyes are wide. Then I step away from her, leaving her breathless.
Swiping the blood on my lips away with my thumb, I make a show of sucking it into my mouth, all while she’s panting with wide eyes. A sadistic chuckle leaves me at the way she clings to the wall as if it’s keeping her upright. “Sleep with one eye open, Little Demon; this savage is one hell of a killer.”
KILLA
“You sure you got control over this?” Hunter asks, then takes a puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the curb.
I scan the apartment block; it’s pretty decent for a rundown part of town. Yet something inside me twists at the thought of her living here, but I put it down to the fact that she’s undeserving of living at all. Let alone living somewhere like this.
“Yeah, I’m good. Come on.” I dismount my hog and head inside, with Hunter hot on my heels. Heading up the stairs, my entire body is filled with a feeling of exhilaration. Not only will I get to smell her again, to feel her tremble at my touch, I’m finally going to get some answers; it’s like someone delivered justice to the door andallowed me to deal with it in my own way. Under Savage’s approval, of course.
We stop outside her door, and I knock three times. Hunter leans against the wall with a knowing gleam in his eyes, letting me run the show. I hear footsteps approaching through the poor excuse of a door, and when it swings open, Hunter shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips at how easy this all is.
She didn’t even check the peephole, for Christ’s sake.
Of course, the bitch realizes her mistake when her startled eyes land on me, and she quickly moves to shut the door, but I wedge my boot in the doorway, then push my way inside, knocking her back against the wall while she protests.
A venomous grin encompasses my face. “Tsk, tsk, Little Demon. Did nobody ever tell you to check the peephole?”
“Actually, no, they didn’t,” she sasses, crossing her arms over her chest, and my gaze drops to the way she pushes up her impressive tits.
Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she wears some tiny shorts and a camisole top that look like sleep clothes. Even though it’s still early in the evening, she’s ready for bed. Maybe she worked the late shift at the diner last night.
The bite mark on the side of her neck gleams, and I smile broadly while licking my lips. Her sparkling eyes narrow in on the action, and I smirk.
She’s small, smaller than she seemed before; now that she’s barefoot, it makes all the difference. My guess is she’s around five feet two, max.
“Can you leave?” She points toward the door, and I chuckle, but it lacks humor.
“Did your mama never teach you any manners, Little Demon?”
