Page 154 of Brutal Savage

“Alright. We’ll be there. Just want this shit done. Hate working with the Russians.”

“We all do, but we need them,” I tell him. “They’re a good connect. Without them, we wouldn’t get this deal.”

“Did you know he invited us to his fortieth birthday?” Fionn snickers.

“Shit.” I run a hand down my face. “I was hoping the invitation got lost in the mail.”

He chuckles. “No such luck. We all have to go. Would be taken as an insult if we missed it.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I just hope he doesn’t insist on one of my brothers marrying a member of his family. It may help mend bridges, but the last thing we want is to tie ourselves to that family for life.

Hours later, and Elara returns, bags of clothes all over our bedroom.

I shut the door with my foot and wrap an arm around her, kissing her softly against the corner of her mouth. “Had fun?”

“The best.” Her eyes practically twinkle, her hand sinking into my hair and massaging my scalp as I groan.

“I want you to see all the stuff I got.” She seems excited about it, and that only makes me happier.

“I see you had no problems spending money today.”

“Nope.” Her pretty mouth curves when she pulls away, her hips swaying as she moves toward the bags to grab one off the floor. “I did buy you some stuff too.” She peeks up at me for a moment, picking up a vivid green dress. “Didn’t want you to feel left out.”

I prowl closer, my hand snapping her jaw with a growl, kissing her hard. “What a thoughtful wife.”

She melts into me.

“I try.” Her raspy voice makes my dick jerk.

“How about I help you put all the clothes away?” Fucking her in the closet plays on repeat in my head.

Never said my offer was altruistic.

“How very kind of you, husband.”

“Mm, I like you calling me your husband.”

“Do you now?” She works her hands up and down my back, her nails digging into my skin and muscle.

I want her to carve them into my flesh. Want to hurt. Want to feel it all with her.

As I look into her eyes, I start to wonder if Iseult could be right. If I am falling in love with her, and if I’ll truly ever know for sure.

“You okay?” she asks, her brows furrowing.

“Yeah, baby. Just thinking.”

“Oh. Well, don’t think too hard. You wouldn’t want to hurt that little brain of yours.”

I groan with a laugh. “Oh, little serpent, you wanna play, don’t you?”

She lets out a giggle and slides out of my grasp, biting her bottom lip with a grin as she starts to run.

“You know what happens when I catch you, right?” My gaze narrows, a smirk pulling at my mouth as I start uncuffing my shirt and dragging it up my arms.

“No. What?” Her voice grows wispy, eyes leaden.

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