Page 8 of Savagely Scarred

Ava grabs her purse from the counter, placing the gift certificate inside, and walks to the front door. Dorian is already waiting, giving Sadie some goodbye love.

“Thanks again guys, this was a great night,” she says, pulling me in for a hug. “I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Happy Birthday, Ava.” Sage smiles. He holds open the door and they all wave goodbye and exit.

After the door is locked and the alarm is set, he follows me into the kitchen. He positions himself between the stove and the island, his hands resting on the countertop. The muscles and the veins in his forearms shift as he grips it tighter.

“Everything all cleaned up?” he asks across from me.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.”

He leans forward slightly. The heat of his stare is piercing. Black recedes the green of his irises. His chin dips and he runs his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, before pulling it into his mouth with his teeth. He smirks, straightening back up.

“Run,” he growls.

Chapter Three

Sage

Her eyes widen before she spins on her heels and takes off in a sprint out of the kitchen. I round the counter and run after her through the foyer and enter the living room. Sadie stands from her bed ready to chase after us, and I command her to stay.

This is my play time.

Liv almost takes herself out on the corner of the couch when she looks back over her shoulder. She squeals before she passes through the doorway and into the back hall.

I could have caught her by now, but what fun would that be? I want her already out of breath by the time I catch her. I want to see her tremble beneath my touch and feel her racing heartbeat under my thumb.

She dashes past the office we turned into a home gym, and vaults over the rug at the patio door. I almost careen into the wall while rounding the corner that takes me back into the dining room.

I catch up to her in the foyer. She attempts to make a break for the stairs, but my hand wraps around her neck from behind. I pull her back and push her against the wall. Grabbing both of her wrists, I pin them to the wall above her head.

“Sage,” she pants, her chest heaving.

Her pulse is trying to compete in a marathon underneath my fingers. I squeeze her throat slightly and run my nose up her neck, inhaling her flowery scent.

“Did you think I would forget?” I whisper while licking up the shell of her ear.

“No,” she breathes.

“Hmm.” I release her neck and unbutton her jeans, sliding my hand into her underwear. “And I bet… oh yeah, seems like someone likes to be chased,” I confirm while slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy.

She whimpers. Fucking whimpers.

“Only when you’re the one chasing me.”

“Noted.” I nip her earlobe and slide my hand back out.

I waste no time, drop to my knees and savagely remove her pants and sneakers, tossing them across the floor. She pulls her shirt over her head, her breasts spilling out of her lacy black bra. I glide my hands up her thighs while claiming her icy blue eyes.

Gripping the sides of her matching panties, I rip them off her body and let them fall with abandon. She bites her bottom lip as I continue to run my hands up her body while I stand back up. She fists the front of my shirt with both hands and rips it open, sending the buttons flying in all directions.

“I didn’t like this fucking shirt anyway,” she confesses.

My lips crash onto hers in a heated kiss, pushing her further into the wall. She chases friction against my pants and I swallow her sweet moans. Fisting her hair, I pull back and my eyes shift to the stairs.

“Sit,” I command.