Page 184 of Brutal Savage

I shrug. “Just hugging my husband.”

Stopping in place, he stares down at me through narrowed, suspicious eyes. “If you think that’s gonna stop the way I’m gonna torture you all night…” He grasps my jaw. “You’d be mistaken.”

A shiver runs down my spine from his husky tone.

“Ah, there you two are.” Konstantin appears from behind us as though out of nowhere, and I jolt, separating from Tynan.

He’s a good few inches taller than Tynan, probably six-six or even six-seven. And with those dark, cunning eyes, he’s intimidating to look at.

“Mrs. Quinn.” He nods in greeting, picking up my hand and kissing the top of it. “What a pleasure it is to see you again, and looking so radiant I might add.”

“Thank—oh, God!” I moan, squeezing my eyes. “Fuuuck…”

My hands tremble.

My toes curl.

I’m gonna kill him!

Konstantin’s brows squeeze in confusion. “Are you alright? Should I get my doctor?”

“Mm…no, no.” I shake my head, forcing a smile, fighting through the frustration. “I’m fiiiine!” My voice goes shrill, and I swear I hear Tynan laugh.

That dirty bastard!

“Haaaapy birthday!” Okay, if my voice gets any higher, I’m gonna sound like one of those people who has swallowed up helium.

He increases the speed.

Oh my God! I’m gonna come!

“Tynan!” I look back at him, widening my eyes.

His mouth tilts, and suddenly I breathe a sigh of relief.

Clearing my throat, I look back at the confused man before me. “Sorry about that.” I smooth out my dress. “You have a beautiful home.”

“Why, thank you.” His thick, dark brows furrow before he smirks at Tynan.

My face burns. Oh my God. Does he know?

“Thanks for having us,” Tynan adds, walking up beside me and grabbing my hand.

“Of course. It’s not a party without friends. Your whole family is here already. Shall we go join them?”

I nod, needing to sit down so I can get some reprieve from the way I’m turned on right now. With one touch, I could go off.

We start toward the back of the home, past a dining room with a table for twelve. “You know, I own some clubs around the world…” His eyes swivel to mine. “Lots of married couples go. Maybe it’s something you two would be interested in.”

He smirks, but Tynan shoots him a glare.

“It was just a suggestion.” He chuckles as we head into a modern white kitchen, where cooks and waiters busy themselves with trays.

“What kind of club do you mean?” I glance between them.

Konstantin grins, right before Tynan pulls me close and whispers, “He owns a bunch of sex clubs.”

“Oh!” My face twists in shock. “Wow. Yeah, I…uh, will have to think about that.”

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