Chapter Seven #2
I walk into the room, finding Saige brushing out her long black hair with her fingers.
She’s wearing an all-black T-shirt that is way too big for her body, hanging to about mid-thigh, and a pair of socks that she’s pulled up around her calves.
It takes me a moment to realize she’s wearing my clothes, and hell if that doesn’t do it for me.
“Fuck me, you look pretty. And you smell like me.”
“There was only one soap option, so of course I’m forced to reek of you.”
“Reek? Don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying being surrounded by my scent.”
“I think you’re projecting what you want to be true. Life doesn’t work like that.”
“It does if we make it that way.”
“Never worked that way for me.”
“Do I need to pat you down, check to see what weapons you’ve hidden to kill me with later?”
“Does it look like there’s any goddamn place to hide anything worthwhile?”
“Baby, I bet you could find a way to hurt me with a paperclip. I don’t trust you.”
“Probably never will.”
“Why don’t we test that theory, huh? Tell me who you are.”
“Saige. I told you that already.”
“Woman, I am so tired of this shit. Fucking talk. Or you’re never leaving.”
Saige spins on me, her damp hair whipping around her face, her eyes piercing, a violent rage simmering just below the surface.
She moves quickly, fast and focused, the flat of her foot connecting with my stomach, the force causing me to stagger back, a lungful of air puffing out of me with a forceful grunt.
I barely have time to prepare to deflect the hard punch aimed at my jaw that would have snapped my head back.
“You looking for a fight, baby? I’ll give you whatever you need,” I say between clenched teeth, dodging another one of her haymakers.
She doesn’t answer me, instead throwing a tight combination of jabs that connect with my forearms as I block her.
I register the pain, but I can see the laser focus in her eyes, angry, determined, and so full of hate.
She wears it on her shoulders, a heavy weight that blankets her.
I can practically taste her disdain for me, and I don’t know why.
I know we’ve never met before, I’d remember her.
“Tell me why you hate me so much, hate clubs so much.”
She swings around with her leg up high, a roundhouse that I stop by grabbing her ankle, twisting us so that she’s in my arms, her back against my front. Her head comes quick, bouncing hard against my mouth.
“Fuck!” I yell as the metallic taste of blood coats my tongue. Saige doesn’t stop, driving her heels into my shins, digging her nails into the skin of my forearms. When her teeth come down on my bicep, breaking the skin, I release her.
She looks fucking feral as she spins on me, her wet hair wild around her face, emotions pulsing beneath her veins, and I realize this isn’t just a fight to hurt me, it’s a fucking purge. She needs this. That’s fine. I’ll give her whatever she needs.
“Come at me, baby. Show me what else you got.”
“I fucking hate you!” she yells through clenched teeth, circling to my left, trying to find her opening.
I’ve got her more than double in weight and about six inches in height, but she’s putting me through the ringer.
I don’t typically do hand-to-hand combat.
More of a shoot you between the eyes while you’re bound on your knees kind of guy.
I dive for her, reaching for her waist as she ducks under my arm, driving a hook into my ribs that forces me to grunt out loud. I step back, grinning despite the sting, blood no doubt covering my lips and chin from her headbutt.
Saige is trained, and it’s hot as fuck. She moves with no fear of what I could do to her, like she’s taken men my size a thousand times before me. Her footwork is sharp, her breathing steady, she’s focused, but she’s losing control of it. I’m rattling her.
For a second, I forget that she’s actually out to hurt me, lost in just watching her move, feeling proud and maybe slightly terrified.
But then she clips me with a right hook that ricochets pain through my jaw and reminds me exactly where I am and that this spitfire wants to rattle my fucking skull.
“Damn, vixen, for a second I thought you were holding back.”
“You make a good punching bag, Camden. You gonna fight back?”
“I promised I’d never hurt you. Just gonna hold you back and try to keep all my teeth in my mouth,” I say as I wipe my lip of more blood, laughing under my breath.
She prowls me again, moving side to side, and then we’re no longer boxing face-to-face; she’s on me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arm wrapped around my neck.
This fucking woman thinks she’s going to choke me out?
I grab hold of her as I stumble into my dresser, slamming into it and rattling the fucking walls in the process. “Fuck, Saige!” I grunt as we crash to the floor, her arm tightening around my throat, the air supply getting thinner. I flip her onto her back, working her arms off of me.
Resting my body weight on top of hers, I finally get her wrists pinned above her head, her hair wild across the floor, her chest heaving in breaths of precious air.
Her eyes are different now, something lighter, freer.
The anger isn’t gone, not entirely, but it’s thinning out.
I can work with this. And if getting a few cuts and bruises helps her work through whatever shit she’s been holding inside, I’ll gladly take every punch she has.
“Get it all out of your system?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“I can think of a different way to work through your shit, vixen, a way that leaves us both satisfied and spent.” I can’t help but tease her. I love the way her body feels beneath mine, her arms stretched straight above her, tits perky, rising and falling against my chest.
“Yeah? What would you do to me?” she surprises me by saying. I’m smart enough to know she could be fucking with me, but I’m going to answer her anyway, see how she reacts to it.
“Baby, I’d take you to the fucking moon.
Right now, I’d strip you of your clothes, get you completely naked beneath me, then I’d take my time, kissing down your neck, trailing my tongue across your collarbone before swirling it around your perfect nipples.
I’d spend time playing with them, figuring out how you like them touched, but I’d go with my gut. ”
“And what’s that?”
“You don’t want soft and gentle; you want it hard and rough.
I’d suck them into my mouth, letting my teeth drag over the tight little tips until you were a squirming mess beneath me.
The pleasure would spread straight to your clit, making you throb, making your core clench and ache.
Then I’d start to work my way down your body, spreading your legs around my head until I was face-to-face with your perfect, pink cunt.
” Saige’s breathing has picked up, her chest rising and crashing, her bottom lip held tight between her teeth.
Her eyes are heavily lidded, clouded with lust as she listens to my voice.
It’s such a turn-on, and my cock is hard as steel.
I know she feels it resting against her thigh, but I don’t dare move.
“First, I’d inhale you, filling my lungs with your scent, breathing in your sweetness.
Then, I’d use my thumbs to spread you open wide, getting my first look at your pink center, your swollen, needy little clit, the arousal dripping from your pussy down to your ass.
My mouth is watering just thinking about tasting you, vixen. ”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah, baby. I’d lick you from ass to clit at first, cleaning up all the mess that I worked so hard for, moaning as your taste floods my mouth.
I bet you taste so fucking good. Once you’re nice and wet, I’d show your pussy who it belongs to.
My fingers would plunge inside your tight heat while I suck your desperate clit into my mouth, sucking and pulsating around it while you thrash and pull at your hair.
Fuck, baby, are you feeling what you do to me?
I’m so hard just thinking about being between your thighs. ”
“Fuck, Camden,” she breathes heavily.
“You’d scream my name. Wanton and free below me, the only thoughts going on in that pretty little head of yours are those of pleasure.
Pure, unadulterated pleasure. After I make you come at least twice on my tongue, I’d smack your pussy into another orgasm.
” Saige gasps at my words, and a slow, sly smile spreads across my face.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You think I can get you there with some pain? ”
“I-I-” she stutters. I made her fucking speechless, and that’s a goddamn win in my book.
“Tell me one thing, Saige, and don’t you dare lie to me. Are you wet? Is your pussy leaking all over that new underwear?”
“I’m soaked.” I know she is. “Let me show you.” I hesitate only for a moment before I release one of her wrists, waiting to see what she’ll do. I’m on top of her, and the worst thing that could happen is taking another one of her punches to the skull. I’ll take my chances.
Saige reaches between us as I lift my hips just enough to give her some room; her eyes flutter in such a sexy fucking way, I almost lose it knowing her fingers are gliding through her slick heat right between us.
When she pulls out her hand, she holds up two of her fingers, glistening and soaked with her arousal.
My mouth waters, my hips dropping back down against her pelvis, my cock rubbing against her.
Saige drags her wet fingers over my lips before pressing them into my mouth, her taste light on my tongue.
“Clean them off, Camden,” she purrs. I suck them gently, swirling my tongue around her fingers as she slowly fucks them into my mouth.
Her taking control like this is such a fucking turn-on.
I moan against her fingers, but I don’t take my eyes off hers as she watches me clean her up.
When she pulls them free, I lick my lips and watch her eyes track the movement.
Yeah, baby, now imagine my tongue licking your sweet pussy.
“You say the word, and I’ll take care of you. Do everything I said and more.” Saige blinks up at me, her body prone and relaxed. It’s a new side I’m seeing of her, and just like the fiery, fierce side, I’m fucking obsessed.