Protected By Savage （Or Why Violence Never Looked So Beautiful）
I stood in Jake’s bathroom, fingers trembling as I cleaned the cuts on his knuckles. Each graze told its own story of what he was willing to unleash to protect me. The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air while my mind replayed those vicious moments in the car park.
“Stop overthinking it.” Jake’s voice pulled me back to the present. His free hand curved around my hip, steadying me. “Those guys made their choice when they threatened you.”
“I know.” I dabbed antiseptic on another cut, cataloguing each mark like entries in a database. “I just...I’ve never seen anyone fight like that.”
“And I’ve never seen anyone take down a guy with a laptop bag. You’re full of surprises, darlin’.”
His phone buzzed with a text that he checked immediately, and the subtle tensing of his muscles told me this wasn’t just any old message.
“Everything okay?” I tried to keep my voice even despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.
He placed his phone down on the bathroom vanity. “Yeah. That was just Griff letting me know I don’t have to head back to the clubhouse until later today when the Sydney president arrives.”
The relief I felt was immense. I knew he’d have to handle this club business eventually—not that I had a clue what that would involve—but I was grateful to have some extra time with him before he had to go back out.
Another buzz. Jake’s jaw tightened as he read whatever appeared on his screen. “Have a shower,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I need to make some calls.”
The hot water helped wash away some of the night’s tension, but my mind kept circling back to what I’d witnessed. Not just the brutality of it, but the way Jake had switched between the man who held me so gently and the one who’d used his fists like the concept of gentle wasn’t one he knew.
When I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one of his towels, I found him pacing, phone pressed to his ear. The concentrated power in his movements reminded me of a caged predator.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone. “I want eyes on my place until it’s handled.” A pause. “Tell Scott I’ll be in as soon as I get Mum home and settled here.”
He ended the call and turned to me, his gaze heating as he traced his eyes over my body.
Even sore, he moved with purpose, closing the distance between us.
“I should let you sleep, but that’s not gonna happen.
” His hands found my hips and he pulled me in close, a grunt slipping from him when our bodies met.
He was in pain, but it wasn’t slowing him down. “I need to remind myself you’re safe.”
Without wasting another second, his lips crashed down onto mine with raw possession and something that felt a whole lot deeper. This kiss consumed me, wiping every single thought from my mind. My arms and legs were around him, and I was in his arms before I could even process what was happening.
“Fuck,” he said as he dropped me on his bed. “I can’t fucking get enough of you, Eden.” He moved on top of me, his hands making quick work of the towel still covering me. “And—” he palmed one of my breasts “—I will never forgive myself if anything ever happens to you.”
I noticed he was moving carefully and favouring his left side, and when he bent his face to kiss me, I pressed my hand gently to his chest. “You’re hurt. This has to be agony.”
“You think a little pain is going to keep me from you?”
“I think I don’t want to cause you more pain.”
He caught my wrist and dragged my hand down to where he was already hard.
“Baby, this is the only pain I care about right now. You feel that?” He curved my hand over his erection and ground himself into me as his mouth grazed my ear.
“The only ache I give a fuck about easing is this one. I want you soaked and spread wide for me. I want those thighs of yours shaking. And I want your sweet pussy choking my cock while I whisper how fucking perfect you are.” His eyes found mine again.
“Cuts and fucking bruises will never keep me away from you.”
My thighs squeezed together before my brain could catch up because apparently “don’t hurt Jake” just got overridden by “ride Jake.”
Yeah, my body voted against caring about his pain. Unanimously.
And my mouth made that sound that never failed to drive him wild.
“Fuck,” he ground out, and then he was kissing me, hard and hungry. Every drag of his lips, every stroke of his tongue, stripped the air from my lungs and left me feeling claimed in ways I didn’t know I craved.
This man wanted me. I had never felt so desired. And I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before every single piece of me was his.
He ended the kiss and then made his way down my body. Hands gripping, mouth tasting, he spent time with every inch like he’d never laid eyes on it. My fingers sank into his hair, and my back arched, again and again, chasing every touch.
By the time he settled between my legs, I was way past ready for him. Our eyes met as he licked his way up my pussy, and they stayed locked as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Jake!” My fingers twisted harder in his hair.
He spread my legs wider and rested one hand on my lower stomach, holding me still. “Your pussy’s the only place I ever wanna be,” he rasped, his mouth sealing over me again.
He kissed and licked and sucked before lifting his face to look at me again. “I wanna get so fuckin’ lost in you.”
He circled my clit with his finger, then gave me his mouth again, his beard rough against my skin. I rocked shamelessly against him, pulling at his hair without a single thought about whether I was hurting him.
He clearly liked it, because he stopped for long enough to growl, “Fuck my face harder, darlin’, and don’t you dare let go of my hair.”
So, I did. And after he made me come a second time, he raised himself up onto his knees, tugged his shirt off and reached for the button on his jeans. I had other ideas, though, and sat up to take over.
Jake’s mouth spread out into a slow, smouldering smile. “You wanna take charge, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” I bit my lip, a wicked smile forming. “I might let you stuff my mouth with your cum if you’re lucky.” I watched his brain turn to straight porn and tilted my head as I added, “You know, since I’ve got gangster’s girl stamped across my forehead.”
“Christ,” he said, his voice shredded .
I undid his jeans and pushed them down. His deep groan of pleasure was the last thing I heard as I took him to the back of my throat.
“Jesus, Eden.” He fisted my hair and held it while he fucked my mouth. The sound he made as I swallowed was indecent. And maybe the very best sound I’d ever heard.
“You are something fuckin’ else,” he said after, pulling me into his lap, his hands going straight to my breasts. Dipping his face, he kissed his way up my neck, his mouth hot and greedy. When he reached my mouth, he murmured, “Dangerous.”
I pressed my body hard against his, wrapping my arms around him. “Dangerous?”
“Yeah, baby.” He moved his mouth to speak against my ear. “You make me want things I’ve never wanted.”
Everything about this moment blazed lust through my veins.
Our bodies locked tight.
His hands, staking claim.
The gravel in his voice.
The possessiveness in his tone.
I kissed his neck, letting my lips linger on his skin, gently sucking him. “What kind of things?” My voice was half hum, half purr, and even I was shocked at how sexy I sounded.
“Things that require the crossing of lines. And trust me—” He angled my face so he could meet my gaze again. “—I’ve crossed a lot of lines in my life, but this type?” He shook his head. “I’ve never even come close.”
My heart sped up as I stared into his eyes. “I feel the same,” I whispered.
He took that in for one scorching beat, then took possession of my mouth, kissing me like I was his to do whatever he wanted with. It was the hottest kiss of life, and it will take me some time to analyse it all later. With its own dedicated spreadsheet, of course.
“I fuckin’ like the taste of myself in your mouth,” he said when he finally pulled back, his breath ragged.
Holy. Hell.
The things this man says to me.
My fingers dug into his skin.“You are so freaking filthy, Jake Savage. I’ve never had a guy talk so dirty to me.”
I was on my back before I finished the sentence, and Jake was on top of me, his arms braced either side of my head, his entire being blazing with intent.
“And you never will,” he growled. His eyes flashed with a look so feral it came with implied paperwork: signed, sealed, branded across my pussy. “No one gets to talk to you like this, Eden. No one gets to fucking have you the way I do.”
Oh.
OH.
OHHHHH.
I stared up at him, fully aware that my emotional stability had just packed a suitcase and booked a one-way ticket to “you’re so fucked.”
I was lost for words, but not for feelings.
Nope, I had so many feelings about him.
Mostly: kdbsdfoiwrembsdfljsdf
And also: sdfoipwerhbsdjbgfalf
ERROR 500: Emotional logic corrupted. Body running unauthorised code. System override: Jake Savage has been initiated.
He kissed me again, rough and reckless, like he was done holding any of this back. Then he ground his cock against me with a brutal, dominant grind of his hips. “And now,” he vowed, “I’m gonna make sure your body remembers who the fuck it belongs to.”
Note to self : When my hot biker boyfriend says things like “No one gets to fucking have you the way I do”, it requires an entirely new database structure because NO SPREADSHEET I’VE EVER CREATED CAN HANDLE THIS LEVEL OF INTENSITY.
Current status : Still processing. RAM overloaded. System upgrade required. Might need to sell a kidney. Attempting to quantify the growl factor but my metrics keep shorting out. Will need extensive peer review.
P.S. Mrs Primrose definitely heard Jake making sure I never forget what he said. The Wine Club are renaming this month’s meeting to “The Filth Files.”
UPDATE : All systems failing. No data collection possible when he’s looking at me like that. Initiating emergency backup protocols.
ERROR : Backup protocols also failing. Send help. Or don’t. Actually, definitely don’t. Whatever he’s about to do next deserves full system surrender.