Page 72 of Branded Betrayal

“It’s not fine,” she says, jumping off me. She runs into the bathroom off the guest room and brings me a towel. She presses it to the wound, and I wince. “Come on, we have to get you to a doctor.”

“No,” I say, holding the towel against the wound as I sit up. “It’ll be okay. I just need to apply pressure to it to get the bleeding to stop.”

She stares at me, and even though her eyes tell me that she has so much more to say, Savannah stays silent. A few minutes later, I move the towel. “See? All good.”

“Let me clean it for you.” She leads me into the bathroom and seats me on the side of the tub and rummages around under the sink until she finds what she’s looking for. Then she kneels next to me and dabs the wound with alcohol-soaked cotton. It burns like hell, but all of my focus is on Savannah, her body, and all the things I want to do to it.

She pulls open some gauze, packs it against my skin, and wraps it with a bandage. “How does that feel?”

“Like a fucking dream,” I say dryly.

She smirks. “You know, everyone likes a little ass. But nobody likes a smart-ass.”

I stand up and snake an arm around her waist. “Except you, right?”

Her blue eyes soften. “Yeah, except me.”

“So am I all good now?” I nod toward my arm.

“As good as you’re going to get without real medical attention, I’d guess.”

“Great,” I say, backing her against the sink. “Because I need to fuck you again.”

She hoists herself up, her face flushed pink, eyes glittering. Heat prickles the skin on the back of my neck. “Open those legs for me. Let me see that pussy.”

She leans back against the sink, her legs falling open for me as she licks the palm of her hand. Then she grasps my dick, stroking my length and teasing the head.

“That feels so good.” I cage her in with my hands. “But I need more.”

She nods, releasing my cock. “Me too.”

My cock throbs, her walls clenching me tight as I drive into her. Our bodies rock together like they were made to be this connected on every level. My heart thrashes, my body consumed by carnal flames that sizzle every cell.

She writhes against me as I hit her spot, nails clawing my skin as I fuck her slow and deep.

“Give me everything, Savvie.” My voice breaks, knowing I’m giving her nothing in return. Nothing lasting.

With a piercing cry, she shudders against me.

“That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby.”

And only when she’s finished do I finally let go. I give her everything I have, everything I want, all the words I’m afraid to say, all the memories I know we’ll never make.

But she’ll never know it.

My ringtone blares out, and my heart free-falls.

No. He cannot fucking be watching.

I grit my teeth, and Savannah’s expression flickers with concern. “Does it hurt?”

“I just . . .”

“What is it, Blaze? Will you please talk to me?”

I ignore her pleading tone and walk out of the bathroom, leaving her there staring after me, probably wondering why she keeps putting up with my Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde bullshit.

Raking a hand through my hair, I stare at my phone on the floor. It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when I got undressed.