Page 102 of Ruthless Savage

“Uh, yeah, okay,” she whispers.

“Well, thank you for a fine evening,” he tells us, then addresses the audience, glancing around the wide space. “The auction will continue. Everyone is welcome to stay and enjoy. I promise, my friend will not be shooting anyone else.”

He chuckles, and some of the guests start nervously doing the same. Probably for the best. I think I once heard he stabbed a man in the eye when he didn’t laugh at his joke.

He starts for the exit, and I pull Eriu to a stand.

“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here. And you’re never to come back. Do you understand me?”

She nods, her eyes glassy, face still flushed. My God, I wanna feck her all over again. Instead, I pull her down the steps and through the doors, leading us out of here. After pushing through closely sandwiched people, dancing and feckin’, we’re finally outside.

Welcome relief.

Hurrying off to my car, parked in the garage, I let her in first, strapping her seat belt.

A finger accidentally brushes over her breast, and her eyes snap to mine.

As soon as they do, she bites that bottom lip.

I groan. “Do you know how crazy you make me when you do that?”

Running my fingertips over her mouth, I release it with my thumb.

She doesn’t stop staring, all innocent and beautiful. My maddening temptation. This is how sinners fall. And I’ve taken the highest leap down.

My heart thuds faster as I recall in vivid detail the way her body felt beneath mine, the way she sounded and cried my name as she came.

I drag in a long, shallow breath and close her door before rushing to my side and gunning the engine. I need to get her as far away from here as possible.

Minutes pass, and she still hasn’t said a word except for the stolen glances and her trembling lips. I can tell she wants to talk. There is a lot to discuss.

“What is it, Eriu? What do you want to say?”

She presses two fingers into her temple, exhaling with frustration. “How could you not tell me you were the man in the mask?!”

Her brows tug and her eyes shimmer. I think the events of tonight are finally hitting her.

My palm clasps her upper thigh and I squeeze, just wanting my hands on her any way I can get it.

“How could you not tell me you let another man touch you, hmm?” My fingers climb up, and she bites on the corner of her mouth.

Lord have mercy on me.

“It was you anyway! You can’t be mad.”

“You overestimate my ability to be rational, baby girl.”

She groans when my fingers slide up under her dress, pushing between her thighs, where she’s still wet and warm.

“You had no idea it was me. So you did, in fact, let someone else touch you that way.” I push my thumb in deeper, and she whimpers. “Bad girl.”

“I…” She growls in frustration. “I just wanted to feel something for once in my life, and you were too damn stubborn to give it to me.”

I flick her clit, and she cries out, dropping her head back.

“Feel that?” I smirk. “Don’t appear to be stubborn right now, do I?”

“Keep doing that,” she whispers, her fingers digging into the leather of her seat.

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