All Chapters of Savage Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

They say the worst kind of heartbreak doesn’t come from someone you hate—it comes from someone you love so deeply, it rips something out of you when they leave.That was Zane Wilde.I should have walked away the moment he looked at me like that—like he already owned me.His name slid off his lips like both a curse and a promise.Zane Wilde.The man women feared and craved in equal measure.He lit a fire in me I never asked for.And when he touched me, I knew—I would never come out of this whole.He was everything I should have run from: cruelly handsome, dangerously rich, emotionally untouchable.He didn’t enter my life.He infiltrated it—smooth as sin, cold as truth, beautiful as the kind of danger you can’t resist.He didn’t ask for permission.He invaded—my space, my thoughts, my body.And I let him.I thought I had control.I thought I could survive him.But no one survives Zane Wilde.Not untouched.Not unchanged.I was supposed to guard my heart.But love doesn’t follow rules.N

My one-bedroom apartment smelled faintly of coffee and desperation.It wasn’t much—peeling paint on the walls, a couch that had seen better days, and a desk by the window stacked with half-filled notebooks and abandoned drafts. Once, this space had been my creative sanctuary. Words had poured out of me like they were oxygen, stories so alive they kept me awake at night, chasing endings I couldn’t wait to write.But ever since the breakup, that fire had died. My laptop sat on the desk like a tombstone, its blank screen taunting me every time I tried to start again.I hadn’t written in months.And the bills didn’t care about broken hearts or lost muses.So I sat cross-legged on the floor with the day’s newspaper spread around me, circling job listings in red ink like it was 1995 instead of scrolling through endless postings online. I told myself the ritual mattered—the smell of paper, the scratch of a pen, something tangible in a world where everything else felt like it was slipping thr

For one terrifying, intoxicating second, I almost let myself fall.Zane’s nearness was a living thing, heavy and consuming. His hand skimmed over my waist as though he was mapping every curve for memory. His breath ghosted against my skin, warm, daring, promising. My pulse drummed like a war cry, begging me to either run or give in—anything but stay caught in this unbearable limbo.Then his lips brushed the corner of mine. Not a kiss. Not really. Just the cruelest whisper of what could be, a taste of the danger I had been trying so hard to resist. My body betrayed me, leaning closer, craving the contact even as my mind screamed at me to pull back.I could feel his erection poke my abdomen, and my panties pooled with my juice as a response. He lifted me up against the door until his erection was directly rubbing against my core.He moved slowly, and the friction drove me crazy. I was this close to surrender.And I might have. I might have surrendered—If not for the sudden, sharp vibra