Savage Collision (A Savage Love Duet #1) Page 8

Sex is what he is—the type that walks, breathes and fucks hard.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond as he walks out the exit, leaving me in an almost empty bar with a few drunk guys who have passed out at their tables. I quickly make light work of the tables, cleaning them, then finishing up behind the bar giving the polished black marble another shine.

  Von’s waiting for me at the door ready to walk me to my car. His hands are crossed over his chest, and I know instantly he hasn’t forgiven me for walking out on him and this place. I will have some deep groveling to do before that happens. He opens the front door and walks next to me to my car. I nod my head as he steps off to leave, when he stops and turns around to face me.

  “I’m glad you are back, Milanka. Just don’t do that again. It’s your last chance.” He walks away, not letting me say anything in reply.

  I’m determined not to do that to him again. I have to start earning peoples’ trust and making lasting friends. Because, what if I do go missing? No one would care. Then no one would look for me. And let’s face it, Derrick could keep me forever, and no one would even know it was happening. I would never allow that to happen again.

  ***

  Waking the next day after having the best night’s sleep, I start my day off with a rich delicious coffee and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. Pulling on my workout clothes, I booked my first self-defense class to start today. I need moves, serious moves to protect myself. Knowing some basics won’t get me far when Derrick can overpower me so damn easily.

  Arriving at the front of the gym, the doors are open and I walk straight in. A lady smiles at me when I walk up to the front reception area, and I feel terrible that I never once cared enough about this. She looks like she could bench press me easily. She’s sweet and tells me the trainer has set up a private class for me and gives me instructions on where to go. I thought it may have been a group session—I didn’t realize it was a one-on-one.

  Walking through, I see men and woman all working out. Looking toward the back of the large open space littered with workout equipment, I see the back door she spoke about and pull it open when I get to it. Walking in, I set my bag down and sit on the mat while I wait. The door opens, the same one I just walked in through, and when I turn to see who it is I swear, loudly.

  “Oh… fuck me!” Leaves me my mouth at the sight of him. I shake my head. Honestly, what are the chances that he’s the person walking in right now? With another quick shake of my head, I stand up and grab my bag. “This is not fucking happening,” I moan to myself.

  “You’re leaving already? Without the lesson you paid for?” His sexy voice oozes over to me.

  Tragically beautiful.

  Every day, every time I see him, how is life that fair to him?

  Connick smirks and I drop my bag, I like it when he looks at me like that.

  “Are you everywhere I am? Or are you just stalking me?” I ask, raising my eyebrow in question.

  “I own a lot of businesses in this area. Probably most of the ones you walk into actually.”

  His statement shocks me a little. “You’re rich, aren’t you? Not just one business rich, you come from money. I see a lot of people, every day people, wealthy people, but you’re different. It oozes from you.” The words came too fast, and I zip my mouth shut just as fast.

  He smirks at me and nods his head, and my hands instantly start moving and fidgeting.

  “That makes you uncomfortable, I see.” His eyes observe my reaction to him, they have a glint of humor to them.

  Every person who has money that I’ve encountered I’ve ended up not liking. They have used or abused me. People with money just don’t sit well with me at all. Maybe it’s a stigma, I’m not sure, but uncomfortable is how I feel around him now.

  “I should go,” I say reaching for my bag again.

  He steps forward and stops me. His hand reaching out and touching my arm which sends a shiver through me.

  “If you want to learn defense I am the best in the state, Milanka. I can teach you in one class how to defend yourself.”

  His words ring true and I believe him. I need to do this, I need to learn how to protect myself. Dropping my bag from my hand, I stand back up and he removes his hand from my arm as I do. While looking up to him, I nod my head just the once. Trying to not let emotions get ahold of me is the best thing I can do because I need to learn this, even if it is from him.

  He steps out onto the mat and waves for me to follow. I do, and he starts explaining moves to me that seem pretty simplistic, then he asks me to practice them on him. His body comes close and soon our bodies are touching. I manage to get out of two holds he has on me after only a few tries under his instruction. And with all my might, I try not to concentrate on his body touching mine during the whole class. He teaches me how to eye gouge, knee kick, and some other more elementary self-defense moves.

  Walking back to my bag, I check the time. We’ve been doing this for over two hours. How does time go that fast?

  Shit! I signed up and paid for only a thirty-minute class.

  “I’ll pay for the extra time,” I say to him, while I sit on the ground stretching my legs. When he doesn’t answer me, I look up to see him watching me and my moves. “I’ll pay,” I repeat again a little louder this time.

  He snaps out of his gaze and looks to me. “Don’t be stupid! No need to pay for something I would do for free. Go and get a refund on what you’ve paid already,” he says, nodding to the front of the store.

  I shake my head. That’s not happening. “I’m not asking for my money back. I paid for a service, Connick, and I got that service.”

  He ignores me and lifts his shirt up over his head and then uses that said shirt to wipe his face. If I weren't on the floor already, I would be, after one look at that body.

  Sex. Sex. Sex, chants in my head.

  Taking a deep breath and looking away from all that he has going on, I grab my bag and stand up, not looking at him and his gorgeous body as I walk out. Gazing up to the ceiling, I curse at the gods and want to strangle them.

  This could also be why I have no luck, I do have a potty mouth.

  He trails me out through the gym, and I feel the stares of a woman looking his way as he follows behind me. I bet everywhere he goes, especially without a shirt, everyone stares.

  Why must he be so damn good looking?

  Life isn’t fair, he has to have something bad about him.

  He has shown me a side I wasn’t sure about, and I have yet to still question him about it. A part of me is afraid to bring it up. What if he didn’t know who she was? I’m thinking he does, though, the way he acted when he turned on that light. Walking out the door, I know he’s following me to my old beat-up car, and as I reach it his voice stops me.

  “Ask me, Milanka…” His tone is serious.

  When I turn to face him, his shirt is wiping his forehead and he’s watching me, standing so close that I have no room to breathe apart from breathing him in.

  “Why did you take me there?” I have to ask the question because I need to know the truth.

  He wipes at his forehead before he answers me. “You love sex just as much as me. I own that place, and I wanted you to experience it… enjoy it,” he says, taking a step closer to me. He’s now completely in my personal space, and I can’t seem to do anything but stare up at him.

  “You knew who she was… behind that last window, didn’t you?”

  He doesn’t blink as he stares at me and answers, “No, who was it? I did, however, notice your reaction to them.”

  I’m not sure whether to believe him or not. Should I start to? I need to start trusting more people, instead of closing myself off to the world. I want people to miss me if I go, and right now not a single soul would know I was missing if I was abducted again, and Derrick knows this and takes advantage of it.

  “Okay.” I step away from him and open my car door avoiding his question, I don’t want to answ
er it. The car door creaks loudly when I pull it open. Throwing my bag in through the door, I stand with my hand on the ceiling while looking at him again. He’s still standing in the same spot watching me.

  “Will you go back with me?” That sex slash restaurant that I never want to step inside again.

  Shaking my head, I look to the ground before I look up to him and answer, “I’ll come to yours, instead.”

  He nods his head and smirks at me. “I’ll see you then, Milanka,” he says as he walks off, leaving me by my car, watching as he leaves.

  What did I just agree to?

  The possibility of being hurt worse than before, I’m guessing.

  Chapter 12

  I’m at the store to purchase some wine. Today is my day off, and when I walked out to my car last night there was a note attached to the wiper blades from Connick, which contained nothing more than his phone number and his name. I text messaged the number and he called me back instead of messaging, his voice seductive and sweet. He didn’t ask me multiple questions, the call was simple and I liked that. He asked if he could pick me up, and I told him no.

  Instead, I am driving to his house, after I figure out what type of wine I’m meant to get. He didn’t ask for anything, but I can’t go empty-handed even if it is just for sex. Though, it seems to be for more. I’ve never ever seen a partner again after sex. Yet, I let him work his way into my life, and the main thing about that is that I let him easily.

  I’m wearing a tight pink dress matched with black heels and my hair down as per his request, which I didn’t feel like arguing with. Grabbing a bottle of red wine, I turn and smack into someone. I start apologizing without knowing who it is, and the moment I look up and notice who it is, my voice stops, and my blood begins to boil. Fucking Nicole is standing there in front of me holding a bottle of milk to her chest. She looks up, and her face goes white, she didn’t expect me to be standing in front of her, and I sure as shit didn’t anticipate seeing her again.

  “So, there was a reason we had to move here…” She is the first to speak then she trails off, and what she did say shocks me.

  Did he follow me?

  How would he know?

  Looking around, I make sure he isn’t here. Turning back to Nicole with her true colors showing, I want to smack her across that perfect face of hers. I believed her last time, even went to dinner with her to forgive her so we could move on.

  What on earth was I thinking?

  Leopards can’t change their spots and neither can she. She’s an utter bitch.

  “You moved here?” I ask, disbelief evident in my tone.

  She rolls her eyes at me. “He’s only infatuated with you. He loves me.” She rolls her shoulders and looks down at me.

  “I’m sure that’s what you tell yourself at night to help you sleep, Nicole,” I say. Moving to walk away from her, her hand comes out and touches my arm, she squeezes it tight making me whip around to face her again. Looking to her and then to her hand, I say in a calm voice, “Remove your hand, Nicole.”

  She looks at me with hard eyes but doesn’t drop her hand. “I sleep perfectly every night with Derrick by my side.” She leans in close to whisper, “He’s setting up another room for you.”

  A shiver breaks through over my skin, riddling me with goosebumps.

  I wish I’d never met either of them, but especially Derrick.

  Taking a shaky breath, I try to shake my arm free, and she smirks in triumph as she releases it from her grasp. Again, attempting to walk away, I stop just a few steps from her, turning around and I notice she’s still smirking. I take a step toward her, my hand scrunched into a ball while staring at her. I know what I’m about to do, and not hating myself for it one bit. It happens fast and she doesn’t expect it, my fist lands straight on her perfect little nose. She screams, and I leave the wine on the nearest shelf as I walk away, leaving her there screaming and blood dripping down her face.

  Adrenaline runs through me as I hurry into my car and drive to the address Connick gave me. It takes a total of five minutes to get there, but I have no idea how I’ve even managed to do it, considering my mind is drifting through the last few minutes. I climb out of the car and walk straight to the door, still on a high. After ringing the doorbell, he opens it dressed only in swim trunks. The water drips down his chest, and I resist the urge to reach out and lick it off.

  Taking a step toward him, I throw my body at him. I can’t wait any longer, the high and the sex appeal is way too strong to resist him. He takes me as I knew he would, and lifts me up while shutting the door with his foot. Connick carries me through the house, which I don’t take in, as I’m too occupied with him. His hands squeeze my ass, and I push further onto him for more friction, I want him bad.

  Licking up his neck, I know I have to taste him. His moan lets me know he approves then he bites down on my neck. We drop, and the moment we do my dress is torn apart by his hands. When I look up, I see him pulling it the rest of the way so it’s split all the way down.

  The cold air hits my skin leaving me exposed in every way, having on no panties or bra. My breasts aren’t overly large, just a perfect handful, but he groans when he looks down at me and pulls his swim trunks off swiftly.

  I’ve never felt the need to want someone as badly as I want him, and that’s saying something considering how much I love sex. It just doesn’t usually involve wanting to see that partner ever again. Yet, here I am for a third time now as he maneuvers me to his bed, with my dress torn and my legs spread open as he drops me down. He leans over and lowers his head, and in one quick movement, his tongue touches the most sensitive part of me. I would like to say my heart is the most sensitive, but that fucker has been locked tight all my life and no one has been able to take it from me. Even if I did let Derrick in all those years ago, I wasn’t ever truly all his. There was a boundary, and I was never ready to cross it and I’m so afraid I never will be.

  I start to play with my nipples pinching them hard, but my hands are pushed away as he reaches up and grasps my breasts. His tongue makes circles around my clit, and I moan in appreciation when he inserts a finger pulling his hand away from one of my breasts, fucking me with his hand as well as his tongue.

  I want to see his face and if it changes, so I arch my back and sit up on my elbows to watch him. I feel the need to know more of him. His face is determined and focused on pleasing me. Waves of pleasure hit me, and I drop back down crying out in pleasure. He removes his fingers and his body heat disappears, and I feel the loss of him straight away.

  Closing then opening my eyes, I see him walk away leaving me lying on the bed still needy and wanting. Turning to observe him, I finally have a chance to look around his bedroom. His bed is low and almost touches the floor. Tones of gray cover the walls, furniture, and even the bedding I’m on. Turing to the other side, I gasp when I notice the wall. There’s a built-in cupboard against the wall, which is filled from top to bottom with books. A brown wooden ladder is also attached which slides from one side to the other. Behind me is a large bay window that looks out to a darkened backyard with a hot tub.

  Sitting up, I place my feet on the cold floor and note it’s marble. He mentioned he had money, but wow… this room alone is gorgeous.

  I start to think about when I arrived and remember walking to the door. It’s a large, two-story white house with cars parked out front.

  He walks back in now dressed the same with his cock hard and pressing against his trousers. Connick passes me something, holding it out in his hands. Taking my eyes off him, I look down to see a shirt in his hand, a plain black one. Taking it, I pull it on over my head and look back to him to see him still watching me. It’s hard for my eyes not to drop down below when his cock obviously stands so tall under his trousers.

  “Dinner, Milanka?” Offering me his hand, I take it as he pulls me to a stand. My body bumps into his and when I look up his eyes are on my lips. Looking away, so he doesn’t think he can kiss me, he playfull
y tugs at my arm as he begins to walk out. My bare feet are cold on his marble floor as I follow him, and I can’t help but stare at his toned back. Shadows are cast across his corded muscles, and they ripple and torment me as he walks. So much so, I want to run my fingers all over them. I understand now why he’s so toned, because he owns his own gym.

  He stops at the kitchen, it’s so beautifully clean it’s unnatural, and I’m afraid to touch anything. Connick pulls out a chair for me to sit down on at the counter, then walks around to the stove. He starts stirring with his back to me. Looking down to my hands, I have to try to keep them still instead of moving, because now I’m in a position I’m not sure I want to be in.

  He didn’t have sex with me!

  Does that mean he doesn’t want to?

  It can’t, the way he took control of my body only minutes ago, is not that of a man who doesn’t want me.

  Plates start clattering and when I look back up, he’s standing in front of me with a dish full of pasta—spaghetti carbonara, my favorite dish.

  How would he know that?

  Taking it, I manage a small thank you, and he walks around with his own dish to sit next to me. We eat in silence for a good ten minutes before he speaks, after wiping his mouth and placing his fork down.

  “What do you want, Milanka?”

  Such a simple question, yet so difficult to answer. Placing my own fork down, I shrug my shoulders, unsure of how to answer.

  “You know what you want. Why can’t you say it? Are you afraid to tell me what you desire?” He leans in looking at me then continues, “You should never be afraid to ask for what you want, ever.”

  “The only thing I wanted was to leave my home, which I did. So, I don’t need or want anything else,” I tell him.

  He picks up a glass of water and places it to his lips, I watch waiting for what he has to say next. “Do you want to own your own home? Do you want kids? Marriage? None of these things enter into your wants or needs?” he asks as he pulls his eyebrows in, displaying a confused look, but I can tell he’s very interested as he waits for my answer.