Page 116 of The Savage

Giada

The suite door shuts behind us with a heavy, padded thunk.

My chest collapses.

I don’t know when I start crying – but suddenly my face is wet again, my breathing sharp, my hands fisted in the front of Renzo’s shirt.

‘I can’t do this,’ I choke out. ‘I can’t be in the middle of this. I can’t remember. I can’t forget. I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who they are – Maddie, Sofiya – my own family. And they all look at me like I’m a ghost. Or a… a toxic bomb.’

‘Angel…’ he murmurs.

‘I’m scared.’ The words tumble out of me. ‘I feel like my mind is full of holes and shadows and if I step wrong I’ll fall through. And you – you’re the only thing that feels solid but you’re also⁠—’

He cups my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

‘Tell me what you need, baby.’

The question cracks something open in me, because I know. I know exactly what I need. I know exactly where I feel anchored.

I half-sob, half-confess, ‘I need you.’

Something savage and soft blazes in his eyes.

He lifts me – just scoops me into his arms, ignoring the arm that’s still healing – and carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing.

My body moves before my mind can second-guess, and I straddle him, nightdress bunching around my thighs, his hands gripping my hips like he’s tasting ownership in his palms.

His gaze devours me. ‘Take what you need,’ he growls. ‘All of it.’

I rock my hips down, slow, trembling, needy over his thickening cock. Once, then again, whimpering as pleasure whistles through me.

His breath punches out of him. ‘Fuck. Giada⁠—’

I slide again and the friction is electric, my core tightening, heat pooling low and fierce.

He groans, head tipping back, throat bared, a vein pulsing like a drum.

‘Touch me,’ I whisper.

His hands drag under the nightdress, thumbs brushing my inner thighs, then sliding higher, stroking my dampening clit, exactly where I’m aching.

I gasp, loud and broken and so damn needy.

‘Fuck,’ he breathes. ‘You’re soaked for me.’

My hips stutter.

His fingers tease, circle, press, slow enough to torment, firm enough to make my vision flicker white.

‘Renzo – oh⁠—’

He watches every reaction, every tremble, every gasp like I’m scripture he intends to rewrite.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he murmurs. ‘Ride me. Put me inside that tight pussy. Take your comfort out on my cock. Use me until you forget the world.’

I grind down harder, desperate, clutching his shoulders as pleasure surges.

He groans deep in his chest, pulling one nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and filthy until I cry out.