Page 8 of Savage Behavior
The rest of the walk was quiet, so I put her down, and she walked by my side. She peered up at me every once in a while.
“Have something you want to say?” I inquired.
“If I did, I would.” Her feisty attitude was on point, as always.
“K,” I respond simply.
She huffed again, and I held back my laugh. I could picture exactly what her face looked like right now—my little killer. I didn’t know how she could look so captivating as she took her kill. It got my dick rock-hard every fucking time. Seeing her take the lives of men weaker than her. She was beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman I have ever laid eyes on. Something in her pulled at something in me. I couldn’t explain it, and it unnerved me. She seemed too good to be true. She also drove me fucking crazy. I wanted to have my eyes on her at all times. It was a little obsessive. Okay, it was a lot of obsessive. But fuck it, I didn’t give a shit. She shouldn't have left me that first video if she didn’t want me to obsess over her. She hadn’t been with the knights long, but the first time, we passed each other in a hallway, much like we did the other night after a job. Our eyes locked, my chest tightened, and it was as if the only thing grounding me to this earth, no, this universe was her.
Her hair was a mahogany color then, and I remembered those smokey eyes stabbing into mine like daggers, demanding my attention. Sucking the heart in my chest right out of the lockbox I placed it in.
I noticed her moving away, widening the space between us and then slowing down a few steps. She was going to bolt.
I snatched her up and threw her over my shoulder before she took off because I didn’t feel like chasing her ass tonight. I would save that for later. She bitched and squirmed, but I just ignored it.
She was trouble, but she was my trouble.
“You can put me down, you caveman. I am most capable of walking. In fact, I could kill you right now if I wanted to,” she laughed.
“Is that right?” I questioned.
“It is,” she stated matter of factly.
“So do it”. I pushed.
“Don’t test me, caveman,” she threatened.
I put her down and closed her in, pressing her into the wall.
Her chest heaved, and I took her by surprise. I stared straight into her eyes. They swallowed me whole, and I let them.
“Do. it. Then” I repeated as I ground my hard cock into her. The threat was making my dick rock hard.
My eyes widened as her hand cupped my balls firmly.
“I will if you keep pushing me.” Her eyes moved to the bulge in my pants, and a little smirk played on her lips. “Gotta nice package here, caveman. Shame you haven’t put it to good use.”
She stood on her tiptoes, and she still couldn’t reach my face, so I bent a little, and she lifted her leg, our motions in sync, like our bodies knew each other. I pulled her up, and she wrapped her legs around me, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Do you want to fuck me, caveman?” her tone seductive.
A growl rumbled up from my chest, and she purred in my ear—little minx.
“You do, don’t you? That’s okay. I want you to fuck me,” she said as she ground her pussy onto my bulge.
“My pussy is soaking for you right now, walls clenching at the thought of you taking my tight little cunt, and” she paused, placing a soft kiss on my neck before continuing.
“Giving me what’s mine.”
I cleared my throat. “And what’s that?”
“You’re virginity,” she stated.
My whole body tensed. Did she know? How?
She ran the back of her hand down my face, past the scruff on my chin, and down to my neck. I rolled my head backward as she continued to rotate her hips, pleasuring me. She wrapped her hand around my throat and tightened slightly.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked, her voice thick with temptation.
“Yes”, I admitted. What the fuck was she doing to me? She was an airborne toxin; she invaded your senses before you knew it, and you were drunk on her.