Page 11 of Savage Behavior

Me: I thought so. See you soon!

Krista: kk

I practically ran to the restroom and stripped all my clothes off to get to primping. I removed my exfoliator from the cabinet, warmed my wax pot, and turned the shower on. Derek could eat his fucking heart out after I served it to him on a silver platter.

Chapter 8

Britt

Iwalked into Karma with my head as high as my black stilettos. Gold snakes wrapped around my ankle, and I loved the sound of the sharp points tapping the tiled floor as I walked. The little black dress I was wearing was just that, little. It was short and sexy and hugged every fucking curve. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, either. I wanted this man to die when he saw me—instant heart attack. The dress had one thin strap that wrapped around my neck, holding it up. My breasts bounced underneath the thing fabric as I swayed my hips through the crowd. The red lights painted me as the little devil I was about to behave like. There was a thin chain attached to the dress from one side of my chest to the other, a gold snake dangling from it, resting right between my cleavage. I saw head after head turn as I passed. My long red hair curled to perfection and sat below my waist. Every man was picturing how they would pull it as they plunged their dicks into my pussy. Jokes on them. No matter who they are, what they do, or how much money they make, they would never taste me. They would never feel the grip of my pussy around their shrimp dicks.

No, for me, the man would be a challenge; he wouldn’t fall to his knees as quickly as these men did. Worshiping the ground, I walked on. Men would do almost anything to have me. I’ve seen it. The only men who had been able to have forced it because either they were too weak but had the means, or they had the power and the means, and to them, that was strength. Both were truly weak. A strong man wouldn’t force me. He would make me feel strong enough to submit to him.

They may have fucked me, but they didn’t win like they thought. They stuck their dick in a tight hole. There is no reward for that, and they didn’t make me cum or even get me wet. The prize was my submission and will to please the worthy man. But alas, there is not one. Derek, though, has made me feel an excitement I thought died in me long ago. I remember the first time we crossed paths. He looked at me, straight at me. Emotionless, his eyes didn’t move from mine. They never left my face even though I was dressed provocatively. His face told me nothing; there was no reading on him, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced. It made me feel worthless as if the weapon I wielded didn’t intimidate him the way it did everyone else. It shook me to my core, although I would never admit it. He shook me awake. I felt something stir in me that day. I wanted to make him want me. So, I started leaving him pictures and videos, but I still got no response. He was a brick wall until this last time. I felt like I was so close to breaking him, and I would. If it was the last fucking thing I did.

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I opened a tab and grabbed a drink; I knew I could get drinks from guys easily, but I didn’t risk it. I would rather open my own tab and reduce the risk of being drugged. I looked around for Krista, she was meeting me here, but I didn’t even know what she was wearing.

Me: here?

Krista: yes, I see you, you look so fucking hot! Coming wait there.

Me: k

I put my phone in my clutch, but then it vibrated again, so I pulled it out, thinking it was Krista. Instead, butterflies erupted within me without permission.

Caveman: She’s right you do look exceptionally delicious.

Bullseye. I turned away to smile and shove the phone away without a response. Hook, line, and sinker.

Chapter 9

Derek

That little fucking troublemaker.

I swear to God, she was going to be the absolute death of me. I tapped her phone so I knew where she would be, but God damn, I didn’t know she would look like that. I would kill every mother fucker who turned their heads to stare at what was mine. I would snap their fucking necks and twist until their heads pop straight off their bodies. Okay, that was a little much, but that was how crazy she made me.

As much as I wanted to fuck the savage behavior right out of her, I couldn’t. I had to wait until I could claim her.

The rule was old, and not every knight followed it to a T, but I was a legacy here, and my father's expectations were to be respected. I had tried to stay away from her and kept my distance, but it got more challenging every time I saw her. She pulled me to the edge, making me want to cross every line and boundary, saying fuck the world. Was she worthy, though? Did she even want me to, or was I just another plaything that got caught in her web? Did it even matter? I would make her kneel, if need be, submit to me.

I looked over to where she was seated and saw men flocking to her like flies. I stood there staring calmly, waiting for her to feel me staring. She glanced around, ignoring their advances and drink offerings. She tucked a strand of fiery hair behind her ear and excused herself. The men stared at each other in confusion. She walked further, staring in every direction, when she saw me. Lurking in the shadows, she looked down at her phone, and mine lit up.

Trouble: you don’t look so bad yourself, caveman.

I smirked as I looked back up at her. She was gone. A little flutter of panic filled my chest, but I held my composure. No one would ever be able to tell.

“Emotions are weakness, son. You can feel them inside, but on the surface, you want to look like a steel wall.”

That’s what my father would say. He would put me through these exposure tests to pain, fear, and stressful situations over and over until my outward responses were diminished entirely. My mother would beg him not to make me a robot, to let me stay her sweet boy. My father loved me. Everything he did was to protect me from the world we lived in, so he never listened. I discreetly scanned the area one last time for her. Coming up short, I moved to make my way to the restroom.

A small hand grasped my arm, forceful yet soft at the same time.

“Looking for someone, caveman?” she asked, coming out of the shadows beside me.

She moved to stand in front of me, her ass to my lap as she ground into me so fucking sensual. My cock stirred. Her hands were in the air as she swayed on me from left to right, bringing them down to caress her body. She reached behind her, grabbed my hands, and placed them around her tiny waist. She was so small and so fucking soft. I gripped harder, pulling her into my big body roughly. She moaned, leaning her head back to my chest.