Tag: Pretty Little Savage

Red colors the corners of my vision. Even sitting alone in his giant fucking houses with wounds all over my body from nightly ‘training’ sessions. Even after I’d killed my first traitor. Even through the worst of my adolescence and childhood, I’d never felt this angry. And before I can stop to think or ask myself why it’s like this with her it’s already too late.

More broken glass crunches under my shoes as I snatch her up and slam her back into another wall, shoving my body against her, letting one of my legs between her thighs. “You do belong to me,” I tell her in the coldest of tones. “I can do whatever I want with you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re not going to run away. I’m not going to let you run back to him—he only wants to fuck whores anyway … or wait, is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like a whore? I thought I pleased you enough already, but if that’s what you want baby…” I move back, dropping her back to the floor so that I can see her reaction.

Big fucking mistake. Avalon shoots away from me and when I move to follow her she turns back around and punches me in the nose. “Shit!” I stumble back as blood pours down over my upper lip, but she’s not done yet. Oh no, not my girl. She rears back and delivers what I might’ve called the perfect full frontal kick if it hadn’t been aimed directly for my balls.

I go down in a heap, wheezing as pain ricochets through me. The glass on the floor cuts through my fucking jeans and I can feel the stings of each wound. None are greater, though, than the thought that I’ve been well, and truly fucking fucked by her.

A small feminine hand sifts through my hair, yanking my head back as I try to catch my breath and keep from throwing up. Her other hand grabs my throat as she leans down and hisses in my ear—and even through the agony in my body and the fury I’m feeling, I can’t help but find her fucking magnificent in her own wrathful animosity.

“I am not any man’s property, Dean. Least of all yours.”

I cough and glare up at her. “You think not?” I ask. I try shaking my head, but it’s difficult with her nails scratching my scalp, holding me there. To think, just hours ago, those nails had been in different places and for much different reasons. “That’s all your pussy’s ever meant to be, baby,” I spit out. “Property. And I think that’s what kills you inside. So, regardless of how I might look to you now, Ava. I win and I will always win. You fucked with the wrong man.” She laughs. An honest to God, fucking laugh. “You think you’ve won? Oh no, Dean.” She shakes her head. “You didn’t win. You opened Pandora’s box, and my demons are coming for you.”