Page 99 of Ruthless Savage

Slowly, I tug his pants and boxers down while he takes the condom from me, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth.

Those eyes, they steal every breath from my lungs, and I’d give up everything just to have him look at me this way all the time—like I’m his world.

His hardness presses into me there, and my core throbs for more, needing to feel full.

I force myself to forget where we are, focusing on his blue eyes instead, jutting my hips, wanting to feel his hard-on deeper.

He groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “You keep moving like that and I’m gonna feck you so hard that we’ll really put on a show.”

My teeth sink around my lower lip as he discreetly slips into the condom.

He yanks my dress up between us, all the way to my hips, a finger stroking between my thighs.

I gasp from the zap of sensations, remembering the way he touched me not once, not twice, but three times before. I want to ask how he could lie to me, how he could pretend to be someone else, but that would be impossible at the moment. Not when all I need is to come.

His lips drop to the shell of my ear. “I think we need to discuss the importance of wearing panties, love.”

He pushes his finger all the way inside me, my mouth widening from how good it feels. I let out a gasp as he adds another finger, and his teeth sink around my lobe.

“Gonna stretch you out a little first so you can take me better.”

“Mm-hmm…” I pinch my eyes closed, not wanting all those people to hear me.

My God, they’re still watching.

He takes one of my legs and pushes my foot down onto the floor, opening me up. The other remains pressed to his back, my heel digging into his behind.

His eyes bore into mine just as the crown of his cock dips into my entrance. I inhale sharply at the burning sensation, and he’s not even inside.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ve got you.” His hand lowers between our bodies, and I can feel him grab his erection. “Just look into my eyes and don’t let go.”

I nod, doing what he said.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

He works himself an inch inside and the throbbing pain rips through me. I grimace and hiss uncomfortably.

“Feck, I’m sorry.” His anguish swallows his emotions, as though it’s killing him to know I’m hurting.

“It’s okay. Keep going.” My lips flicker even as the stinging grows.

He’s so thick, or maybe I’m too tight. Yet there’s also this pleasure that’s beginning to bloom.

His hand reaches between us, and his finger is there on my clit, slowly drawing circles.

I let out a moan, and my eyes round as I remember we aren’t alone. I want to care, I really do, but it’s impossible when he makes me feel so good.

“Will it hurt a lot more than this?”

“It could,” he says, our eyes locked while he continues to touch me there, making this more palpable. He drops a kiss to the tip of my nose. “If you need to scream, bite into my shoulder, okay?”

I nod, unable to calm my racing pulse.

“Just do it,” I pant. “Please. I can’t take another second of waiting.”

I’m scared, yet I want this so badly. I don’t even care about the pain anymore.

He works himself in another inch as he continues to touch me there, and pain begins to morph into pleasure, like I’m floating.

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