Page 187 of Brutal Savage

My stomach clenches. This is kind of exciting. Or I’m just a feral cat who needs to get laid.

A maid passes me by, softly smiling. “Hello.”

Tynan nods, while my face grows hot. He takes me to the end of the hall and opens the last door to our left.

When he switches the lights on, my eyes adjust to my surroundings, finding multiple rows of seats and a large screen before them.

A theater room.

“Do the doors lock?” I’m terrified someone could walk in on us.

“No. Is that gonna be a problem, Mrs. Quinn?” He stalks closer, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, causing my blood to hum, literally burning for him from the inside out.

Fuck it.

“Not at all.” I squeeze my breasts together, leaning back against the row of seating.

My pulse races, skin growing heated and sensitive under this dress.

His jaw tightens, his molten gaze drawing a path down my body while he’s tossing the jacket over one of the seats and starting on his cuffs.

I shuffle on my heels, unable to wait another moment. But of course, he’s taking his time on purpose.

He lifts up the sleeves, the veins of his forearms thick, like they’re pulsing. “Bend over and hold on.”

I feel the dominance in his voice, feel it in every crevice of my body. Waiting and willing to be his however he wants me to be.

Doing as I’m told, I face away from him, clutching the back of the seat tightly, my nails clinging to the black leather. I register him behind me, and the closer he gets, the more rapid the flicker of my heartbeats becomes.

The instant he fists my hair, I cry out in pleasure from the vibrations against my clit.

“Oh f-f-f-fuck!” I quiver. “Please, please, I can’t!” My whimpered tone grows, and his grunting, the way he tightens his grasp around my hair, only makes me want this more.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Mrs. Quinn.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Gonna take whatever I want from this tight little body, and if you say please, maybe I’ll even let you come.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice. The way I beg and plead for him to give me what I need.

He runs a palm down my back. “Look how fucking sexy you are, turned on and needy for it.”

“Please. I need you, Tynan. So badly.”

“Mm,” he growls, sucking my earlobe into his mouth before he’s grabbing the back of my neck, forcing me down until I’m completely bent over. “Stay just like that.”

I register him working his belt, and the sound of metal reverberating through the large space only heightens my desire.

“Please!”

He chuckles, lifting up my dress, and cool air hits my ass before he slaps it hard. My skin aches, but it’s nothing compared to the pulsing in my center. I’ve never wanted to be fucked this badly before.

He removes the toy and slides my panties down, leaving them across my ankles as he pushes his palm between my thighs and works me against his hand.

“Such a needy wife.” He thrusts a finger inside me, using his thumb to rub my clit.

“Oh God, yes, just like that. I need to come.”

He hisses, then the crown of his cock pushes inside me.

“Never wanted anything more.” His tone is heated and desperate.

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