Page 10 of Savage Behavior

“Mmmm, so sweet, you taste so good trouble,” he murmured.

“Oh, my fucking god, don’t stop,” I begged as his mouth replaced the rose toy. His tongue, his lips, the suction. It was too much. Pleasure rolled through me as I came undone. He twisted his fingers inside me, pushing them to the knuckle, and I cried out. Coming all over his hands, he pulled them from me and brought them to his lips the same way he smeared his blood on mine, and then he tasted me. “So, fucking good,” he observed as he licked up my release. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. It had been so long since I had been able to come to the hands of a man. Suddenly, the bed shifted again, and my eyes flew open; he was gone.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck?”

My phone pinged, probably Krista.

Unknown: next time you fuck someone, remember I’m the only man that can make you come.

Fucking dick. I threw my phone across the room. I both loved and hated that he could please me like that. It gave him power that I would let no man have. I needed to get the upper hand back.

Chapter 7

Britt

Ihad been fuming for a week, trying every method possible to lure Derek out of his man cave. Every cell in my body felt like it was radiating. He had the upper hand. He made me come. I didn’t fucking like it one bit. I was used to having the power. I should have killed him. I should have slit his throat wide open and watched the life leave his eyes. Why didn’t I?

Why couldn’t I? It was easy. I had done it a million times. I needed to step it up. I needed…

It clicked; why hadn’t I thought about it sooner? Well, I knew why because I fucking hated men. It didn’t occur to me to use one to get to him. I tried everything, but. Fuck I was stupid.

Me: Ohhhh, Krista!

Krista: no.

Me: you don’t even know what I’m going to say.

Krista: try me

Me: let’s go out???

Krista: I knew it

Krista: no.

I giggled. She knew. I told her everything. She thought I was playing hard to get and disapproved. She thought I should be honest and tell him I was in love with him. I was not. She’s foolish and young. I was only a year older; trauma has aged me. She also would give anything for his brother Ryder to notice her and would never play games like this. Not that I was because I wasn’t in love with him, and I was not playing hard to get; I was hard to get. I had only kept one secret from my best friend, and that was my line of work. She had no idea what I did. I planned on telling her I just didn’t know when. How do you tell someone you love something like that?

Like, hey, Krista, I forgot to mention I’m an assassin/sex worker/spy hybrid of some sort, and I fuck and kill my prey when I am done with them. But it’s okay because they were bad guys.

I didn’t think that would go over well. She did know that, like her, dance was my life. It was all I had that was mine. I earned it, I loved it, and no one could give or take my talent from me. I refocused and texted her back.

Me: Please, Kris, I just feel like it’s finally time to meet someone; I feel like it’s my time to be happy, ya know?

Three little bubbles flew across the bottom corner of our thread.

Krista: fine. Where are we going?

Excitement flooded my body like an adrenaline rush. I thought of the few places where strong, sexy criminals who would love to fuck my brains out would be.

Me: Karma.

I insert a winky face.

Krista: fuck me.

Me: I won’t, but I know some guys who would love to poo your cherry sis.

Krista: ha-ha, very funny.