Page 165 of Brutal Savage

“I do,” I tell him.

But he can’t protect me from everything.

His mouth drops to my neck, his lips kissing me hotly, palms across my hips.

“Let me clean your hands,” I whisper, grabbing a bar of soap.

He watches intently as I wash the blood from his hands, my fingers slicing through his, the water dripping down our bodies.

Picking up my sponge from behind me, he works up a lather, washing me gently, spreading my thighs open to make sure I’m clean everywhere.

He pours some shampoo into his palms and works the pads of his fingers through my scalp as I let out a sigh, leaning back into his chest.

“I like taking care of you, mo chuisle.” His voice is sinful, yet sweet, making me crave him with every passing moment.

“Mm,” I groan as he lets the water run the suds out, using his hands to clean me off before pouring conditioner into his palm and working it through my ends, fingers massaging up through the strands.

My body grows languid.

Enjoying the way he touches me.

I allow the conditioner to remain while I pick up a bar of soap, cleaning him with care the way he did me.

He groans when my palm runs down his abs, and his cock jerks from the feeling of it.

“What happened to that man?” I ask, my heart beating faster. “The one who asked about me. Did he say anything else? Did you let him go?”

Rage sizzles in his green irises. “I was gonna kill him anyway, but someone did it for me.”

My heart gives a thump. I’m secretly glad that the man is dead, even though I hate thinking that way. But if he was connected to Jerry, then he can’t go back and tell him anything.

“Is he still in the house?”

He shakes his head. “We got rid of him.”

“How?”

He grasps the back of my head, his gaze searching. “You don’t need to worry about that. That’s my job.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He tugs my face to his chest, holding me firmly while I start to wonder if Jerry and his father will ever truly be gone, and if I’ll ever feel safe again.

CHAPTER 34

TYNAN

When I wake up the following morning, she isn’t in our bed. I hated seeing her upset yesterday and in fear for her life.

All I’ve been thinking about is ways I’ll kill Jerry and his father. The things I’ll do to them before I finally let them die. It satiates the possessive beast in me. The one who needs to keep Elara safe.

She barely said much last night after everything that happened with Sloan.

I tried to talk to her about it, but she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I didn’t push. It wouldn’t help. It would only further destroy what we’ve started to build.

It’s like we’ve stepped backward, and it fucking destroys me. I want to return to how it was before Sloan ruined it all.

Too bad I can’t bring him back to life just to kill him again. Just when she was finally starting to ease into this marriage, it all blew up in my face. Now I don’t know where her head is at.

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