Page 71 of Savage Don

“No. We’re going upstairs.” Reaching out his big hand, he compels me to take it.

It’s not like I have a choice.

The second our palms meet, his powerful fingers close in around my hand and he pulls me in to his steaming body. Fuck. His skin is so hot that it feels like I’m being branded.

My first instinct is to try and pull away, but Ray won’t allow that. I’m held tightly against his sizzling body, forced to hear every deep breath he takes.

“What are you going to do to me upstairs?” I ask, unable to stop the quiver from my voice.

“Something I should have already done,” he says. Easing his grip around my body, he clenches down on my hand and begins to pull me away from my safe little nook.

Looking back over my shoulder, I see the light from my laptop screen wash over my cellphone, and I can’t help but feel some sense of relief. At least I managed to put it back on airplane mode before Ray showed up.

If he knew that the police were trying to get into contact with me…

Fuck. I don’t even know what he’d do. Especially not now, when he’s like this.

Would he hurt me? Kill me?

My gut twists and turns as I’m led upstairs and into the bedroom.

“Ray, please, tell me what’s happening.”

Before I get a response, I’m shoved onto the mattress.

“Make your decision now,” he says, ignoring my question to lord over me. “Am I Ray, or am I your master?”

Slipping his fingers beneath the tattered collar of his shirt, he pulls. The ripped material hardly puts up a fight. It might as well be paper as it’s torn from his heaving, bloody body, revealing that sculpted, tattooed torso that steals my breath away every time I see it.

“It’s… you’re… my master,” I stumble, unable to tear my eyes off of the savage beast before me.

He’s so fucking hot… and so fucking terrifying. My body almost doesn’t know how to react.

Almost.

Beneath my own t-shirt, my nipples are tenting.

“Don’t lie to me, kitten,” he growls. Stepping forward, Ray leans down, forcing me to sink onto my back.

“What do you want me to say?” I whisper, my insides contorting from the conflict raging beneath my skin.

Do I want him? Now? Like this?

“I want you to strip away the pretenses, kitten. Show me what’s beneath that pretty skin of yours. Open up to me.”

The heat pulsing from his body is like some dark magic. No matter how savage he appears, all I want to do is rise up into his hulking body.

“I… I don’t understand. What—"

Before I can get another word out, Ray’s hand is around my throat. The shock of his savage touch nearly knocks me unconscious, but then I feel the way his fingers are holding me, and I know he’s not angry.

I’m not another one of his victims. This is different. He wants me to want him. He wants me to say it.

“I’ve had to correct you one too many times,” he growls, his voice so deep it rattles my bones. “So, I’m giving you a choice. Am I Ray, or am I your master?”

My pussy is already soaking wet. My toes curl and uncurl as I take deep breaths beneath the shadow of this brutal giant.

“Both,” I sneer. “You are Ray, but you are also my master.”