Savage (Stonebrooke Rebel’s #1)

CALEB

A sense of power and control surge through me. Charging my veins. Making my hollow heart pump steady in my chest, pounding wild and free as I watch the brat spread out before me.

Flat out.

Dead to the fucking world. She’s weak. Vulnerable. Trapped and held at the hands of my mercy. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. More so when she’s like this… utterly defenseless. Comatose; fueling my sadistic need for more. Always more.

This isn’t my first time. I’ve been here many times before. Hiding out in her room. Watching silently from the shadows. Slowly creeping closer. Desperate to strike. My intent is to kill her, to watch her bleed out before me, but she’s been holding me captive. Gripped by the fucking balls, like a moth drawn to a heated flame. Hypnotized. Knocked completely off guard by the foreign emotions she stirs up inside me.

Emotions I never knew existed—until her.

All I know is that they’re unwanted. Unwelcome. Much like her fucking presence in my life.

Her shallow breathing fills the small space between us. Each one more labored than the last. The thrill of not knowing if these will be her final ones keep me hooked. Focused. A sick and twisted pleasure swells in my chest… as well as my dick at the possibility that tonight’s deadly dose could be the lethal shot, sending the electrical current in her heart spiraling out of control, causing her to arrest beneath me.

Wouldn’t that be something?

Her life is in my hands and the dumb bitch doesn’t even realize it. Too dumb. Too fucking deluded to notice the dangers which surround her every minute of every day. This brat is more than happy to remain deep inside her deluded little bubble, ebbing and flowing along with the invisible yet destructive tides of her captivity.

Playing numb, hiding from her own demons is what she does best. The similarities between us aren’t lost on me, no matter how hard I try to ignore them. However, the sweetest part of our situationship is that it’s purely one-sided. It doesn’t matter what happens between us in this room; both of us blanketed by the darkness because she won’t remember. This sleeping beauty won’t remember shit. Not a goddam thing. The sedatives I slip into her water each night make sure of that.

What should have been a routine job; a quick expose and dispose fast turned into something else. Something none of us saw coming, and nothing could have prepared me for the events that followed.

A sick, sadistic obsession.

An obsession I’m not ready to give up on just yet. A secret that only the three of us know. A secret—a sacred vow, which needs to stay between me and my brothers.

We share her.

All of her. Our delicious little victim. The three of us savage her body like she’s a piece of meat. Hungry predators tearing her apart. This brat: our little fuck piece loves every fucking moment we impale on her small, perfect, forbidden body.

Our captive has been conditioned to think our sadistic and psychotic behavior is normal. A little wild and crazy, but normal all the same. An act of lust. A vicious, selfish need while fooling her mind into thinking we care about her. This stupid damsel is adamant she can change us. That she can tame the wicked Savage brothers. But that isn’t possible. Even if there wasn’t a nasty history which binds us, you can’t physically love someone with a hollow heart. You can’t change what has already been made.

No, the truth of her captivity is far more hideous. More damaging and destructive than she could ever comprehend. What she doesn’t know is that she’s an integral part of us… but not in the way she wants to be. It’s kinda funny how life works out. Especially when this disobedient brat has always been the missing piece to the deadly and destructive puzzle we’ve been trying to solve. One I’ve spent many years working on, silently watching from afar… and now, thanks to a wonderful twist of fate, this damsel in distress is mine. She belongs to me. My brothers can do with her as they wish, but she’s mine to fuck up in the best possible way.

My revenge is getting close. So close that I can almost taste the sweet victory from her hot salty tears.

Hell, if only that were the case. That’s how it used to be. How it fucking should be but all my plans, every single one went straight out the window when I came face to face with her for the first time. I fucking hated how she made me feel. I’m notorious for being brutal. For being an emotionless bastard but fuck if she didn’t break something in me. I’d gone from being super confident in my decisions to second guessing myself at every turn.

I knew I had to change things. I had to mix things up and fast. If my game plan was going to happen the way I needed it to, then I needed to work smarter, not harder. I needed to use everything to my advantage. Every minute detail—every step of mass destruction had to be timed to perfection.

No one was more shocked than me to find out just how much I enjoyed playing with her. Fucking with her mind, body and emotions. Way more than I ever thought I would. Even more so when I’ve spent so long fantasizing about her inevitable downfall.

I visualized all the different ways this could play out. Of all the ways I wanted to break her, piece by beautiful piece. Messing with her fragile state of mind until she can’t take it anymore. Until she’s down on her knees, tears streaming, her body bare and bruised, crying out…. Begging for my mercy. Something which will never come. Pleading with me to stop. To end it all—this wicked game she plays so well, along with her pitiful existence.

“Such a pretty little brat,” I whisper. “Such a fucking waste.”

I’m not stupid. I know better than anyone that looks can be deceiving. Black fucking magic at its finest. The darkest kind. Built up to hold so much power, the ability to lure in your victim, pulling them closer under false pretenses while perfectly masking the demon hidden from view. Silently simmering just below the surface.

I know this because I’m the master of deceit. Something I perfected long ago, along with many of my other hidden talents. Talents this brat will soon discover.

A soft moan escapes her parted lips as she falls deeper, catching me off guard as she slowly succumbs to the darkness. Struggling to fight the drowsiness as it pulls her under, taking her innocent and vulnerable mind to places she’ll never remember. Totally oblivious to the monster standing just inches from her, lurking in the shadows. Oblivious to the wicked and degrading acts I do to myself and her body when it’s just the two of us. Getting off on the fact that she has no way of stopping me.

I’m a monster. “What happens in this room stays in this room, isn’t that right, princess?” I mutter, my heated breath grazing her lips. Just knowing there’s a small chance she can hear me but can’t fight me off, it drives me fucking crazy.

Her body is mine to do as I please. Savage property ‘til the end. Fuck, most chicks would give up their soul to experience a taste of what this ungrateful brat has. I’ll be honest, there have been times where I’ve come close—too fucking close to derailing the plan. Sending this freight train straight off the track. My mind gets consumed, overshadowed by the thought of her. The very essence of her, causing me to falter. Making me forget all about my endgame.

I’ve been ready to expose the beast hidden beneath the mask. More than happy to teach this brat a lesson or two while she’s conscious. More than happy to show her what monsters are really capable of. And I mean real monsters. Not some Disney make-believe bullshit. I’m talking about the ones who wait it out in silence. Biding their time. Always on the lookout for the perfect moment to strike.

Anti-heroes are child’s play. I’m the villain. I’m the real fucking deal and one day soon my sleeping beauty will wake from her spell, and she’ll witness me in all of my brutal glory. She’ll watch in awe, chained at my side like the obedient bitch she’s destined to become, as I take my rightful place on my throne. A throne and kingdom built from the blood and bones of our enemies.

I can’t fucking wait for that day to arrive.

The problem I’m faced with right now is dropping the ball. Exposing my plan too soon will limit my playtime with her. I’m constantly telling myself I need to perfect my mission, but the truth is, I’m not ready to deny myself. I’ve always done things my way and I’m not about to change that anytime soon. I’m having way too much fun watching her. Playing with her. Exploring her not so innocent body. Then there’s the thrill of standing over her as she struggles to breathe—knowing she’s suffering because of me. Fuck, it’s a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. Intoxicating, consuming and powerful as fuck. It gets me so fucking hard every time. Solid as a motherfucking rock.

She’s becoming my obsession. A bittersweet addiction. One I know I’ll have to give up in the end. I’ve told myself I can walk away anytime. This stupid bitch doesn’t mean anything to me. She’s nothing more than a convenient means to an end. When she’s finally served her purpose, she’ll be no more. Like she never existed. Sent straight back to the earth, dust to dust.

That thought pleases my corrupt mind, but the truth is I’m hooked. Addicted. She’s fast becoming my own heavenly brand of crack. My body is constantly craving her touch. Desperate for a hit. Just another fix. Refusing to walk away. Determined to prevent the deadly comedown. The inevitable crash waiting to consume my mind and body. Instead, I keep coming back, foolishly riding the high while I still can—before this fucked up situation comes crashing down around us. Around all of us.

I’ve gone too far. Overstepped the line in my sick and twisted game. Hellbent on revenge and destruction, but I won’t apologize for my actions. Nor the damage caused. This needed to happen, and one day soon it needs to end.

I just don’t know how or when.

I pull my dick free and fist my solid length, squeezing hard while palming from root to tip, gliding up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. Leaning in closer, I breathe her in, savoring her sweet vanilla scent while my hand pumps faster, picking up speed as I imagine my free hand wrapping around her throat. Her soft flesh warming my palms as I squeeze with just enough pressure before forcing my dick inside her smart-ass mouth. My hips move automatically as the images consume me. Thrusting deep, filling her completely until she can’t take anymore. Until she’s gagging. Choking on my dick… almost falling unconscious from her depleting oxygen levels. The feel of her limp and lifeless body going cold on me as I continue to violate every fuckable inch of her.

I could have killed her a handful of times already, and fuck if I haven’t come close. As quick as snapping her exposed neck while she sleeps. Cutting a vital artery with a swift nick of my knife or by injecting a lethal dose straight into her veins, making her foam at the mouth; her heart stopping in seconds.

I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about every scenario long and hard. Make no mistake, when I’ve finished having my wicked way with her, I’ll be the one to end it. To end her.

This brat is mine to destroy. I’ll take great pleasure in fucking what’s left of her while she’s still warm. I’ll fill her with my cum so she can carry a part of me to the grave—into the next life. A firm and ever-present reminder of her sins, before sending her decomposing body, bloodied and bruised, back to where she came from.

Discarded.

Tossed into a pile. Just another victim in this deadly game of lies, deceit and destruction. Another victim in a long line of many, but this one hits different. This time it’s personal. And as much as I want to hurt her, to break her beyond repair, to damage her beyond recognition, I know that disposing of her too soon would be too easy. Too final.

No, playing with her is far more appealing. A welcome challenge and one I couldn’t refuse. This is my end game. My rules, played on my terms.

“Caleb,” she pants beneath me, my name falling from her lips on a heated whisper. A sound I’m becoming all too familiar with. A sound which speaks to my dark and corrupted soul like no other and I smirk, happy in the knowledge even her subconscious mind can’t get enough of me.

I made a promise to myself that while she has air in her lungs and her heart beats freely, she’ll never escape my relentless pursuit.

Tracing the outline of her swollen lips, I notice the flush of color rising on her cheeks, emphasizing the small dusting of freckles on her button nose. She looks peaceful as her auburn hair fans across the pillow and I savor it all. Committing it to memory so I can torture myself some more when she’s out of my sight—but never my mind.

Some would call her perfect.

Dane and Cameron seem to think so. Admittedly, I can’t deny her raw beauty, but I prefer to call it torture. An inconvenience I don’t need. A distraction I never saw coming, this brat was sent to me as a challenge. The ultimate test: but what she doesn’t know is that I failed that test years ago.

“This isn’t your fault, princess.” I remind her, as I do every time I creep into her room. “But someone has to pay for what they did. Turns out that someone is you. It has to be you. Sure, it might not seem fair, and even though you’ll never truly understand my reasons, you have to trust me. You need to believe this is right and just.”

Her body shudders under my touch, her skin temperature dropping as my fingers search her body, traveling south, slowly gliding from her jaw… down her neck before slowing at the base. Pausing to feel the beat of her steady pulse, thrumming gently under my thumb.

Knowing I can end this… snuffing the life out of her at any given moment, fuck it does something wild and feral to me. It feeds my soul—spurring me on. Making my hollow heart come alive, eradicating the emptiness. The detachment I’m forced to carry. If only for a short while.

Continuing south, a sharp hiss escapes me as the curve of her breast fills my palm. So soft. So fucking perfect. I massage it gently before squeezing harder. Her nipple hardens under my touch as I roll and pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, losing myself as a wild and feral need to touch and claim every part of her takes over me, becoming my whole personality.

My dick throbs violently as I continue to caress her soft creamy flesh as it glistens under the moonlight seeping in through the window. A stark contrast against my scarred and callous hands.

Smooth against rough.

Fire against ice.

Every guy’s wet dream against her never-ending nightmare.

Who would have thought this feisty brat would be so easy to mold and condition. To become so submissive. Obedient. Such a good fucking girl. Well, she doesn’t have much choice right now. Not when she’s out cold. But I know my life would be so much sweeter if she was this compliant in the real world. Back in the land of the fucking living. If she behaved while she was conscious then I wouldn’t need to drug her as much.

Her breathing slows some more as I continue to chase my release, drawing closer as I fuck my hand, knowing I’ll be fucking her dirty little mouth soon enough. Then I’ll claim her tight little pussy too and when she calms the fuck down, her ass will be mine too. She’ll probably protest, act all offended but the little slut will love every fucking second.

But first this brat needs discipline. She needs to show me how much of a good girl she can be in the big bad world. She needs to prove her loyalty to me and my brothers before she earns that kind of reward.

She moves some more, the sedative not holding its usual effect. I didn’t expect her to build up such a tolerance so soon, but I don’t allow that to discourage me. I’ll just increase her dose tomorrow. An easy fix to a little problem. Her resistance doesn’t have to change anything between us—at least not yet.

“Fuck…” I bite out, dragging the small sheet away from her body, tossing it to the floor where it belongs, alongside her innocence. What the fuck is she doing to me?

My balls draw up and I explode, cumming all over her perfect little titties. Showering her. Marking her as mine, even if her conscious mind doesn’t know it. Unable to stop myself. Unable to hold back, I bring my hungry lips down to hers and bite hard, piercing her soft flesh.

“Mine,” I growl, my tongue darting out and licking away the blood like a possessed animal. Wild and out of control. Like the savage beast I am. The way I was trained and conditioned to be. True to my fucking namesake. “Mine to use. Mine to abuse. Mine to fuck and destroy. To expose and dispose.”

And just like that it’s done.

I’ve marked this brat as my own. Dane and Cameron might be having fun with her, but in the end, it will be my hand that destroys her. To them she’s just a bit of fun. A hot pussy with a mouthpiece to pass the time, but to me she’s more. So much fucking more.

I’m the one with the vicious vendetta. The destructive endgame. A deadly score to settle. Something to prove. That’s why I set out to destroy this sleeping beauty long before Dane and Cameron came into my life. Her fate was sealed with my hands and now I’m the monster, silently creeping into her room in the middle of the night. I’m the one who violated her body for my own sick and twisted pleasure. Staking a claim on her. Fueled by an unsatiable need. A relentless rage. Hell bent on revenge.

She’s the unexpected enemy. A fact we all need to remember, and whether she wants to play a part in my game or not, sooner or later she’ll have to face the consequences. This brat will pay the fucking price for messing up my life. For the damage caused. For the sins of others, even if she didn’t sign up for it.

Unfortunately for her, mercy doesn’t form part of my vocabulary. Foolishly she’s the one who walked into my life, putting herself bang in the middle of a brutal war full of lies and destruction. A vicious and constant battle to the death.

A life for a life.

Harsh, maybe… but it’s the only way to balance the scales. While she’s been dead to the world she made a deal with the devil. Her innocent soul sacrificed; sealed with her own blood; and she has no recollection of it.

A secret between me and the shadows.

All she’ll have is a hazy mind when she finally comes around in the morning. The real monster still hidden from view, always watching—preying on her every move.

Stepping back, I pull off my mask before retreating into the darkened corner of her room. A mixture of hate and hunger beats ferociously in my chest, my heart fighting against my mind. Giving into her beauty wasn’t part of the plan. I have every intention of getting closer, finding the perfect way to get inside her deluded mind, fucking it up—intent on destroying every part of her. But the more time I spend hiding out in her room, the more I’m struggling to walk away unscathed.

I’ve watched her from a safe distance for years, more than happy to bide my time. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But that all changed not too long ago when she turned up here, invading my territory like she has the fucking right. Rubbing her very existence in my face.

I knew then, right in that moment I had to find a way to claim her. To keep her under my control, I set my newly revised plan into action. Keep her close at all costs. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

Now she’s just millimeters away. Within touching distance and I’m finding it hard, almost impossible to stay the fuck away from her. I’m struggling beyond reason to resist the pull. My mind and body, usually cold and composed, emotionless and empty, are failing to resist the temptation she brings. Something I’ve never experienced before.

“This won’t last forever.” I tell myself, not feeling the conviction on my tongue. Hell, this fucked up situation can’t last forever. I’ve worked too hard, sacrificed too much to drop the ball. I’ve focused most of my life, dedicating it solely to her inevitable downfall….

Yet here she is, laid bare before me. My body responding to her every move, every breath, throwing all my plans out the window like they never fucking mattered.

Get it together, Caleb. I scold myself.

I need to keep my mind focused. I need to keep my head in the game. Constantly reminding myself why I started this to begin with. Reminding myself why this needs to happen. Reminding myself who I am and what I stand for.

I’m Caleb fucking Savage.

King and ruler of Stonebrooke Manor. I’m ruthless, heartless and corrupt to the core. Power fuels my twisted mind. Destruction soothes my darkened soul, and revenge keeps my hollow heart beating, forcing determination through my veins.

One day soon the novelty will wear off. I’m not sure when, but I’ll eventually grow tired of sneaking into her room when the lights go out. She’ll become all too familiar. Her body predictable and I’ll bore easily of the ungodly and unspeakable things I do to her body while she’s comatose beneath me.

She’ll soon lose her appeal.

In time, this fucked up obsession or whatever it is, will fade away alongside her rotting corpse. The torture, both mental and physical, will be nothing more than a distant yet beautiful memory. Like it never happened.

All that will remain is a deep-rooted rage and a constant thirst for revenge. That will be my moment. My time to shine and when that day comes all bets will be off. I’ll have no problem ending her. I’ll lure her in, making her fall deeper under a false sense of security before shooting my shot. Striking like the venomous predator I was born to be.

I just hope she finds time to enjoy the ride while she can, because this brat’s days are numbered. She’s living on borrowed time. Time which is depleting by the second.