Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

"Get out!"

"Yeah, girl, get out. You'll have to do a lot of work for him" Larry grins at the risk of losing his teeth, and spits on the floor. Matthew turns his black gaze on him, but I step sharply toward him and wrap my fingers around his rough palm. I pull him toward me.

"Let's go home, Matthew!"

"Go home, lad!" Larry demands hoarsely, looking at him sideways. "I'll forgive you this time. But only because you owe me. And also because I know that you will pay your debt like no one else."

Thank the gods, Matt thinks for a few seconds, turns around and follows me heavily. He overtakes me and now leads me after him. I can only guess what could have happened if we had not left the room.

I can only get my breath back when we take his things and leave the stuffy auditorium, leaving behind the hum of the disgruntled audience, and get in the car.

Matthew lights up a cigarette and whistles down the night highway. His cheeks are shaking, his fingers are forcefully pressed into the steering wheel. He's not even dressed. He was in shorts and drove like that. Just got rid of his gloves, dropped them in a duffel bag. There is an abrasion on his right shoulder, the skin flushes after the fight. I really want to run my finger over each of his bruises to take away the pain.

People like Matthew don't accept being told what to do, and now because he went to the fight instead of me and won it, he is directly dependent on the organizer. Of course, I could accuse him of being too principled and inflexible. I could blame him for the fact that he could have easily lost the fight, and everyone would have been happy. But I would have done the same thing. In this we are very much alike. Going along with others is the most pathetic thing a person can do.

"Reenah, do you ever do as you're told?" The rude question pulls me out of my thoughts. Matt inhales deeply and blows the smoke with his nose.

The car rushes forward, whistling through the air.

"No! Just like you!"

A fleeting glance scratches my cheek. The speed at which we are hurtling down the freeway is breathless. Thank God the road is bypassed and there's hardly anyone on the oncoming road. This makes the fear no less. My palms instantly get wet and instinctively dig into the door handle.

"Do not compare. You are a girl, Reenah! And a girl should listen to me. What is the habit of meddling where it is not allowed?"

Rage begins to ooze out of him like a sieve. The air fills not only with cigarette smoke, but also with electricity.

"You tell someone else what to do!" I put all my protest against his idiotic assertions into my voice. "I'm not your mutt to tell me what to do and what not to do. I'm grateful to you for what you've done for me, of course, but you don't have to talk to me like I owe you something. I didn't ask you to do that"

The guy's right foot slams on the brakes, and at the same time he throws his arm to the right, saving my head from the inevitable impact with the torpedo. The car pulls to the side of the road, hurtling another ten meters deep into the landing.

With a loud slam of the door, Matt walks around the Mercedes and opens the door on my side. He grabs my wrist and pulls me out into the street. I almost fall over, my feet slipping on the gravel. A strong guy's hand squeezes my cheeks. I press my back into the car.

"You're such a bitch!" - The hot breath hits my long finger-clenched lips. "If you were a man, I'd have punched you in the face right now!"

An electric current run down my spine like bare wires, penetrating my nerve endings. The tightly pressed lips almost touch mine, forcing me almost to fall from the enslaving thrill of the moment.

"But I'm a girl. And what are you going to do with a girl?"

I put my hands on his stone torso and pull myself closer to him.

"I usually fuck girls"

Asshole!

I jerk my head and kick his inner thigh. I don't hit what I'm aiming for and I get even more turned on.

The pressure in my chest grows for a second, but it dissipates as the guy's confident lips graze my mouth and literally attack me with a hard kiss. His hand moves to the back of my head, raking my hair into a fist. A hot wave of unjustified desire floods my consciousness, but I still resist biting his lip. Clearly harder than he did to me today. My hope that the psycho would pull away melts as soon as Matthew growls and deepens the kiss with a guttural growl, pushing our tongues together.

"Fucking Savage" He burns my mouth with his hard breath and pulls my shirt up so he can squeeze my breasts in his hands.

Oh, God!

I moan loudly.

The world seems to have gone to hell...

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