Page 66 of Ruthless Savage

Devlin…

Thoughts of him scatter in my mind as the stranger pulls me in, my back to his front, like he doesn’t want me to know who he is as much as I don’t want him to know who I am. His arm circles around my front, his hard bulge pressing into the small of my back, while a hand sinks into my hair, his nose running down my neck as he pulls my head back.

My eyes close and my skin flushes.

His low, rumbling grunt has a moan slipping from my lips. His rough hands on me feel too good, while his mouth brushes down my throat, leaving my pulse thumping loudly as he does wicked things.

My body aches to be kissed, to be touched. I want to feel what he did to me the last time. A whimper escapes me, and his fingers drive lower, brushing between my thighs as I hum with need.

When my eyes open, I stare into the room we’re currently in front of. A woman hangs from the ceiling while a man uses a toy between her legs.

The man behind me presses his palm into me there and my arousal grows until it burns to be put out. The more he touches me, the more I watch what’s happening to the woman, the more I hunger for something deeper, something to take this ache away.

His fingertips stroke back up my body, from my stomach to my breasts. And I gasp when his thumb brushes over my erect nipple.

“Shh,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth sinking around my earlobe as a heady moan makes its way out of my lips.

He pinches one after the other before a hand slips under my dress to feel them bare. He easily fits his hand through the side of the exposed material. His hands on me feel good, too good, and my shame morphs with pleasure until I don’t know which part is winning.

He palms my breast and kneads it in his expert hands, and the way I want this right now, it’s unexplainable.

I want to fight it, this insanity that is happening, but I’m too far gone, rubbing my behind on his very hard erection. He cups my other breast and tugs on my nipple.

“Oh, God,” I cry out, realizing I enjoy this.

And the more I groan in pleasure, the more he touches my breasts. How would his mouth feel on them? His teeth…

Devlin…

That’s who I’m picturing right now. It’s him behind me. His hands on me. Him as those fingers drop to my thigh and start lifting the dress up.

Oh God, I want him so badly.

My eyes fall to a close, and I drop my head on his chest. His grunting only makes me widen my thighs for him.

I didn’t wear any underwear like the last time. These dresses are too thin.

He growls when he finds me without any, fisting my hair as a single finger dips and strokes between my soaked lips.

“Yes, please,” I beg this stranger to make me come.

If Karen or Adam see me like this, I may die.

“Mm-hmm,” he growls, and when his finger rubs my clit, I’m done for.

It wouldn’t take long, just a little and I’d be flying.

“Don’t stop,” I groan. “I need this.”

His breaths storm out of him, wafting across the curve of my ear. His touch is rough, yet somehow softer too.

And the scent drifting from his neck…it reminds me of Devlin.

Can it be?

No. Of course not. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t touch me like this. He’d be furious that I was even here and he’d march me right out.

The man is careful not to sink a finger inside me, keeping his rhythm fast, then slow, around my clit as he coaxes the orgasm free from my body.

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