Page 47 of Ruthless Savage

I shake my head again.

“Oh! Well, that’s okay. My friend Karen tells me I tend to talk too much, especially when I’m nervous.” She laughs just under her breath. “Like now…’cause this place is crazy, right? I mean, oh my God. Can you even do things like this in public?”

I’d never allow anyone else to see you bare.

When I don’t respond, she just goes on.

“Right. Me neither. Though it would probably get me out of an engagement since he cares more about my virginity than me.”

I knew it.

Don’t do it, love. You’d see me in a very bad light if I have to kill a man in front of you.

“My God, I have no filter.” She giggles, fumbling a hand through her strands. “Must be the champagne I had a bit ago. I’m too much of a lightweight.”

She continues talking about how her friend drinks, but she barely ever does.

My mind, though? It’s still on her wanting to lose her virginity and how I want to be the one to take it.

Mason better have not said anything insulting to her. If he did, I’ll gut him and send his carcass to his father.

She toys with a lock of her hair, and my heart aches to touch her again. Maybe she’d let me. But I’m nothin’ but a stranger.

Still, I reach my fingertips and draw them down her arm.

Her chest rises and falls, and she watches me as I do it again. The back of my other hand glides down in between the V of her dress, wanting to slip it off and have her submit to me.

A woman’s virginity has never been a factor for me, but with her, being her first is somehow something I now covet.

Her head lolls to the side, her pretty lips quivering, her nipples growing harder the more my hands remain on her silky skin. I draw nearer as my hands slip behind and down her bare back. A growl escapes me, an unending need and desire coiling in my gut, my cock so hard it could cut glass.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, trying to mask my damn accent.

“Wh-what?” she groans as my fingers slip into her hair, massaging her scalp as a little moan escapes her mouth.

She definitely heard me, but I hope she didn’t recognize me, especially with the loud music.

My palms fall to her shoulders, and I slowly turn her around, back to the people she was watching.

I remain behind her, my fingertips brushing up and down her arms before I run a palm between her breasts and down her abdomen.

She gasps, but remains against me as I gently caress a thumb over a single beaded nipple.

Her feminine whimpers drive me insane, my hard-on heavy and throbbing. Before I can stop myself, I pinch the hard tip between two fingers, and she pants, grabbing hold of my thigh, so close to where I want her hands.

I hate that she’s letting a stranger touch her this way, even when that stranger is me.

I want to touch her everywhere, want to rip off this dress and find the nearest wall to feck her up against, to tear her virginity from her until it’s mine.

My thoughts are making me insane. This place is poison, yet I want it all with her.

My lips fall to her neck and I kiss her there, groaning as I do, teeth raking up her soft skin while her pulse beats life into my cold, dead heart.

When she moves a little closer, I palm her abdomen and pull her flush against my body so she can feel the effect she has on me.

My teeth grind when I remember that she has no idea it’s me who’s touching her this way. It’s me she’s moaning for. She thinks it’s someone else, and she’s letting him do this to her?

Feckin’ hell.

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