Page 105 of Ruthless Savage

“I can live with that,” I breathe, my heartbeats echoing in my ears.

“Me too.” He drags a long pull of air. “I like the thought of you in my clothes. My home.”

He grunts under his breath, and if I wasn’t already about to combust, this would do it. He’s looking at me like he wants to repeat what happened at the club.

“Feck…” he mutters, grabbing the back of his neck.

“What is it?”

“If I tell you, you’ll think me an animal.”

“No I won’t.” I grab his wrist, my fingers barely able to close.

“You still sore, love? Because my God, I wanna punish every inch of you for driving me crazy, for being reckless, for letting someone you thought wasn’t me touch you.”

My eyes pop.

With a deep, throaty chuckle, he grabs a fistful of my hair and brings my face right up to his, stroking my lips with his mouth. “I wanna rip this flimsy dress to shreds, throw you on my lap and spank the holy hell out of this gorgeous arse you’ve been hiding from me.”

I gasp.

“Mm-hmm, that’s right.” He grasps my jaw and runs a thumb over my lips. “Then I’d feck you and use your body all night. And I wouldn’t hold back. ’Cause I already know how well you can take me.”

My chest heaves, my core throbbing, begging for everything he just described.

With a quick jerk, he snaps my head back, his mouth sinking over the pulse beating frantically beneath my neck.

“Now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t share you.”

I don’t know what that means. Has he changed his mind about marrying me? Or does he just mean sex? I’m afraid to seek clarification, fearing that whatever is happening will end.

From beneath the jacket, he clutches a handful of my behind, tugging me against his hard body. I yelp, then moan as he massages me there.

“This is mine.” He slaps my ass cheek hard, and I whimper from the aching pleasure.

His heated gaze roves down to my lips, and my pulse skyrockets.

“How about I run you a bath?” Knuckles drag down my cheeks, making my skin prickle.

“That sounds nice.”

Especially if you joined me.

But I don’t tell him that last part.

“I’ll go and start it for you.”

I nod as he presses a kiss to my forehead, clutching my face in both hands, and I feel safe every time he does this.

With a sigh, he hurries off upstairs and I hear the running water within seconds.

A knot grows in my stomach and tightens until it’s hard to breathe. I want to do something, but I’m so nervous and I don’t have much time to decide if I will. What if he thinks it’s silly? I’d die if he laughed.

But I told myself that I wanted to be braver, more like Karen, so I have to do this. It won’t be like the last time. Things are different now.

My pulse hikes as I register his heavy footsteps coming back, starting for the stairs.

Before I can change my mind, I slip out of his jacket, then slide the dress from over my head until I’m in nothing but my jeweled pasties.

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