All Chapters of SAVAGE PASSION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She closed her eyes and took his kisses when he gave them, knowing the best way to say she was sorry was to open her whole body to him to be taken as roughly as he wanted. He began to work her with circles then hard plunging beats, then side thrusts and more circles, faster then slower then faster again. His body dictated all of it. His mind was no longer in control. He pulled out, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. Stunned that he could toss her like a rag doll and for such a distance, she bounced on her stomach and looked over her shoulder as he advanced on her. He grabbed her feet, flipped her around so they were facing each other, and entered her on his knees, bringing her ankles to rest on his collarbone. He could reach so much deeper in this position and she could barely take his length. Barely able to handle his hard length, she threw her hands over her head and grabbed the bed frame. He rammed her so hard that the bed jammed against the wall over and over. People ba

She ran to her car and rolled her suitcase quickly over to Room 7. Laying it on the chair she’d towel-dried her hair on, she walked to lock the door. “Well, it’s paid for. And I’m guessing the sicko who runs the place won’t be coming back tonight.” Turning to look at the empty room, she shook her head, spirit defeated. Why’d I have to run? Donald asked, “So…are you Bobby?” taking a look around the unorganized shelves of parts, tools, old rags, and new tires. “That’s right.” He cocked an unkempt eyebrow. “You wanna buy a shop?” Donald smiled and said with uncharacteristic politeness, “No, thank you.” “I’m just kidding.” Bobby cracked up with a series of low, wheezy, smoker’s chortles. “I’d never give this place up. But I like to tease my wife that I hate it.” He walked to the back door, dirtier than the front one, adding over his shoulder, “Would I be here this late if I hated it? Nah!” He waved his hand toward the floor as he gave the door a sharp kick. “This knob’s busted

“Shh…my strong woman doesn’t cry so easily.” She smiled through her tears. “It was the wrong time for us.” She gazed up at him, and he considered telling her that his wolf hadn’t done then what he was doing now. Claiming her. He could have told her, The wolf who lives in me is my primal side exemplified. He knows things before I do. His instincts are pure. Raw. Unfettered by society’s conditioning meant to numb our instincts and keep us slaves to fear and indecision. When he identifies the female he wants as his forever mate, there is no denying him. He hadn’t done that with you when we were together before. I wasn’t ready, maybe. I don’t know. He chose not to tell her. Some things might cause more harm than good, and he did not want her to feel that somehow before she was not good enough. The truth was, it just wasn’t the right time, and they both paid for that with pain. “What are you thinking,” she asked him. He kissed her. “You’re not frightened now that you know what

Catherine rescued me. She hit me. I fucked her. She left me there while I stopped a rape. Then I went after her. But she’d gone back for me. So that meant that when I looked for her, she wasn’t there yet, because she was looking for me. We ended up staying at the same B&B. Very odd. I smelled her before I saw her. We fought. I showed her my wolf. We fucked. Now, as it turns out, she’s it. I’m going to marry the fucking cunt. Happy?” Donald looked around at the speechless faces. “Oh, and she got engaged to the guy she left me for. It wasn’t just a fling. Turns out I was always hiding a secret from her and she didn’t feel I loved her. So she left.” He raised his eyebrows around the room like, Anyone wonder how that could happen? Forced to keep their secrets their entire lives, all four heads nodded understanding and recognition. Darius leaned back on the chair and said, “Wow. I mean, Wow.” “Right?” Elias mumbled. “How am I going to change the way I think about her?” Daniel said

“Well, well, well. Look at you two!” Thomas Wilson gave them a wide, welcoming smile. “And there’s a little one on the way!” Holding her large stomach, Catherine beamed. “It’s good to see you again, Thomas.” Donald shook the older man’s hand. “Some fights end in a beginning.” “That’s where the honesty is! In the fights!” the widower chuckled. “Well, it’s a good thing you called ahead, Mr. Ramirez. We’ve got your old room for you, and we’re fully booked this weekend!” Catherine smiled at his saying ‘we’re’ because she knew he meant he and the ghost of his wife Elene. “Here’s the key. I’ve got your card on file so you’ll just sign out on Monday when you leave.” “Oh, you got time off?” she asked. She’d regretted them having to leave early, but hadn’t pushed the point since he loved his work so much. She was taking classes, too, in a number of things. She wanted to find something she was passionate about so that, even with raising the baby, she could occupy her talents, when s