Page 108 of Ruthless Savage

“I got the shampoo you use.”

He points behind me, and I see it then. On the corner of the tub is the same exact brand that I keep at school.

My eyes widen and I hike a brow. “Care to explain?”

“That my obsession with you is reaching a point of no return?”

“You’re obsessed with me?” All the air stills in my lungs.

“To the point I’d smell this damn thing just to feel you close.”

I swallow thickly, my teeth sinking around the corner of my bottom lip.

“You like that, don’t you? You like that I’ve wanted you? Thought about fecking you all the damn time? Jerked myself off to thoughts of your sinful body?”

“Oh, God…”

Just breathe.

“Touch yourself.” He grunts low in his chest.

“What?” I jerk, splashes of water escaping out of the tub. “I’ve never…”

“I know.” He starts on the button of his slacks. “I want all your firsts to be with me. So come on now, slip those fingers inside you while I watch.”

His possessive stare cruises down my body, and from beneath the water, he can see every inch of me.

The way he’s looking, it’s making me wanton and crazed, and even a little bit brave.

And I do it.

My fingers play between my breasts, gliding down my belly button, lower until I’m right where he wants me to be.

With a tip of a finger, I fondle myself, leaning my head back against the tub from the sensitivity still present in my clit.

“Eyes on me. Only me,” he demands.

And I obey. ’Cause I want to. I want to give him everything.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” he murmurs as he slides down the zipper of his trousers, pushing the pants down his thighs, along with his boxers, until his thick and hard cock juts out.

He takes it in his hand and strokes lazily as he watches me.

Desire unfurls within me, growing tumultuous as I watch him in return.

I push a fingertip inside me, bucking around it, dragging it out to roll it around my clit once more.

There’s a tightening in my gut, a needy sensation I’ve come to know.

My eyelids flutter, the need climbing, my legs growing weaker. It’s then he steps into the bath with me, and I gasp, freezing in place.

“Don’t stop,” his voice howls as he easily moves me enough to fit himself behind me.

With a rough hand, he grabs my hair, and his other slips between my fingers, coaxing me to finish what I started.

“Devlin…” I cry as he forces my finger back inside me. “Oh, God!”

“Now, don’t go saying my name like that, love. I’m bound to feck you if you do, sore or not.”

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