Page 137 of Ruthless Savage

With the wedding over, a limo my father hired takes us to Devlin’s penthouse. His arm holds me tight against his side, like he never wants to let go.

“I can’t believe you planned a secret wedding!” My eyes take in the large solitaire ring sparkling on my finger. I can’t get over it.

Not long ago, I only knew his rejection. The idea of us felt like it’d never happen. But now we’re married. Husband and wife. No one can break that.

“I didn’t exactly plan anything.” He chuckles. “I just had the idea. Fernanda is the mastermind.”

“Well, if you hadn’t had the idea, there would have been no wedding.” I glance up at him, unable to stop smiling. “So thank you. This has been the best day.”

His gaze deepens, and his hard knuckles brush over my cheek. “I’m glad I was able to make you happy. There’s nothing in this world rarer and more precious than you.”

My stomach tugs, and I lay my palm over the top of his hand, my heart beating in double time.

“I have a surprise for you at home.” He says that like it’s ours already, and I guess it is.

“Oh, yeah?” My grin spreads. “What could that be?”

My mind roams with illicit thoughts, and he must realize that, because he chuckles knowingly.

“My God, my wife is a dirty girl,” he teases, rubbing his rough thumb over my lips. “But no, that’s not what I meant.” His eyes turn hooded. “But if you’re wondering if I’m gonna feck you tonight, then yeah, baby. I am. Gonna make you sore enough to stay in bed for days. Then I’ll feck you again until you can’t take any more of me.”

“Devlin…” I whisper on a groan.

His eyes deepen with mine, possessive fierceness within them.

He clenches his jaw and fists my hair, his mouth dropping against my ear. “I can’t wait to be inside my wife.”

“Oh God, that sounded so hot,” I pant, glancing at the driver, hoping he doesn’t hear us. “I don’t think I can wait until we get home.”

I was only half joking, but he’s already closing the partition that separates us from the driver.

My long gown from the ceremony has been replaced with a short cocktail dress thanks to my sister, and right now, I want to send her a thank-you card. Because I think my new husband is gonna take me in the limo.

His fingers crawl up my inner thigh.

“Lie back,” he commands as he pushes me down by my chest. He sits at my feet, spreading my thighs easily, fingers tracing my slit through my panties. “Need to come, don’t ya, lass?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”

He grunts, fingering my panties and flipping them to the side, exposing me.

“You’re already wet.” He sinks a single digit inside me. “And so damn tight.”

His thumb rolls around my clit as he grunts. “Mine. This is all mine.”

“Yes…” I cry as he tortures me, making my eyes roll back.

He adds another finger, and it burns a little, but not as bad as when he’s inside me.

Will it hurt again? Or will it feel better this time since we’ve done it a few times?

My need grows as he rocks his fingers deeper.

“So beautiful,” he rasps before he drops to his knees.

“What are you—oh, God!” I cry as his tongue answers my question, sweeping around my clit, then inside me.

I let out a scream, forgetting that we’re not alone. That this man who works for my father can hear us. But I stopped caring the moment Devlin touched me.

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