Page 20 of Ruthless Savage

When I hand her the clothes, she eyes me curiously and her gaze thins.

“How did you know which drawer those clothes were in?”

“Lucky guess.”

She scoffs. “Right. I bet you’ve been in this room, looking through all my things when I’ve been in class. Is that it?”

“No.”

Yes. Know where everything is, love. Would’ve preferred cameras, but didn’t think that’d be the right thing to do.

“You and my father—my whole family, for God’s sake—you all hover and manage my life like I’m a child. I can’t wait to move somewhere far away from everyone so I can live without the constant eyes on me!” Her voice simmers, and I can’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“I think it’s cute that you think you can get away from your family—or me, for that matter. I thought you were a smart girl.”

“Screw you.”

Now don’t go putting those thoughts in my head.

“When do you talk like that?” I remark instead.

“You underestimate me.” She prowls closer, her eyes gleaming with her irritation. “I say a lot of things when I’m not around my family. It’s why I was glad to be away, but of course you…” She digs a finger into my chest. “…had to follow me and report everything to your daddy.”

She sneers in a mocking demeanor, and my jaw pulses with the desire to flip her against the wall and erase that smugness with my mouth.

“If I was reporting everything to your father, I would’ve already been callin’ and telling him what a brat you’re being.”

“Brat, huh?” she snickers. “Not your type, I’m guessing?”

She runs her fingers up and down the top of my abdomen, and every muscle in my body contracts from her mere touch. Wonder what it’d feel like to have that hand wrapped around my cock instead. This wee little thing would probably get all shy and not know what to do.

A smirk teases my lips.

“Do you even have a type, Devlin?” she mocks, and I’m close to pinning this woman to her bed and showing her just who my type truly is. “Or are you cold as stone? Unaffected by the female population?”

“Eriu…you need to stop.” My tone is an icy threat.

She giggles. Even her being drunk is adorable.

“You’re always so serious.”

Her pout is damn right sexy and irritating as hell. She shouldn’t be sexy, not to me. She’s Eriu. Once an innocent teenager…who has blossomed into a gorgeous woman.

Feck! My mind is corrupted.

’Bout to kiss the hell out of you just to show you how serious I really am.

“Go into the bathroom and change so I can put you to bed and leave.”

“Why not join me and keep me warm all night? Promise I don’t snore.”

“Lord…” I grip the back of my neck.

Her laughter rings in my head, making me want to hear her moaning my name instead.

She starts to back off, and I release a silent prayer to the gods for her finally listening. But instead of heading to the restroom, she drops the clothes I gave her. I have no idea what she’s doing until her hands reach behind her and that dress starts to come undone.

“Bloody hell! What are you tryin’ to do?” I turn away in a snap, unable to comprehend that she’s removing her dress in my presence.

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