Page 17 of Savage Crown


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while he held my foot in his hand.

A scowl furrowed his brows, and he dropped my foot. “Fuck.”

I hissed in pain as my heel hit the floor. My whole body was bruised and sore from the fight. I

didn’t need more roughness. “You’re crazy.”

“You’re driving me crazy.” His voice was low and gruff. “Take off that towel.”

“No!”

His hand squeezed my neck and pushed me against the wall, choking me, his dark eyes blazing like

a demon. “Don’t pretend like this hasn’t been your plan all along.”

I grabbed at his hand with both of mine, trying to take it off my throat. “What the hell are you

talking about?”

“Sauntering in my bedroom with just a towel on when you had all your clothes with you in the

bathroom.”

Swallowing hard, I blinked. Perhaps I’d underestimated him, and now my plan would backfire.

“You think you can play me, little bitch? It looks like it’s you who doesn’t respect a man’s mind.

Now, you’ll pay for it.”

“Please. Please, you said you weren’t going to—”

He yanked the towel off me, and a wild gasp ripped from my choking throat. Fire seared through

me as I stood naked, exposed in front of that monster. He stared at my wet body, at my breasts, at my nipples that were hard out of fear and coldness.

As his gaze lowered, I shielded myself from his eyes with my hands. He dragged his angry stare

back to my chest. “Your toes are straight and you don’t have it. Fuck, I could have sworn you were…”

He chuckled, and then his fingers touched my scar.

I flinched, shuddering, rasping. “Please don’t touch me.”

“How did you get this?”

Tears pricked my eyes. “A bullet.”

He took another look at me. This time it wasn’t angry but not less predatory by any means. It was

hungry with lust. Primal. Manly. Savage. “Who are you?”

“Haven’t you gone through my things? You know who I am.”

His head shook slowly. “You ain’t Anne.” He met my eyes. “Or Gloria.”

My breath snagged in my throat while my heart skipped a beat. He dug deep and so quickly. How

could he find out that much so fast? “I’ll tell you, but can you, at least, let go of my neck and let me get dressed?”