Page 28 of Brutal Savage

“Okay. I’ll do it. You guys will be fine, though. So let’s go eat and forget about this damn conversation.”

I throw an arm around his shoulders. By his laugh, it feels like a weight has been lifted.

But me? I’m still haunted by his words long after the day ends.

CHAPTER 8

ELARA

I still can’t get over the fact that he’s Brody’s adoptive parent. I knew there was something familiar about him when I saw him after school the other day, but he was surrounded by other parents and I was too busy to really pay attention.

Lying in my bed, I replay his job offer in my head. Can’t believe I’m even considering it.

How can I do this and possibly risk my job? What if the school uses that as a reason to let me go? I’m only a sub. I’m replaceable. Then I’d lose the only source of income and fulfillment that I have.

How will I pay my rent or pay for my grandpa’s home then? Though a thousand an hour is a lot. It’s more than I make, that’s for sure.

Yet can I accept dirty money? Can I work for a dangerous guy?

For men like Tynan, nothing is ever enough. You give them a little, and they demand more.

Then what? I do what he says or die? Where will it end?

I can’t put myself in that situation.

I wish I had someone to talk to about this.

My grandma isn’t an option. I love her, but the woman has a big mouth. If I tell her, the whole town will know, and so will the school.

Groaning, I throw a pillow over my face, and when I close my eyes, it’s him I see. That vivid hue of his green eyes, the way he smiles. And when he does, it’s like a meteor shower, rare and beautiful.

Scolding myself, I focus on what matters: my grandparents, keeping my past in the past. I can’t think about the attractive dad of the boy in my class.

But when I tell myself not to, all I do is think about him even more.

Remembering the way he put his large, heavy hand on my thigh in the car, how good it felt to be touched again…

Jesus. I should just fuck someone to get it out of my system. It’s been too long. And now that my body has clearly decided it wants Tynan Quinn, I’m afraid my needs will not relent.

A pulsing sensation hits between my thighs, the desire coiling and wanton until my hand languidly slinks beneath my yoga shorts. I slip a finger inside me, sliding it in and out, swirling it around my clit while images of Tynan serve to inspire.

Him ripping my blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor as he spreads my legs on the edge of the desk. His face drops between my thighs, his tongue swirling, mouth sucking me where I touch. Those fingers, thick and hard, thrust inside me until stars erupt before my eyes.

“Oh God, Tynan, yes!” I moan, knowing he can’t hear me. No one can.

The release comes fast and hard, and I ache for him to take me harder, bent over my desk, my hair in his fist, his cock driving deeper into me.

“Yes…” I continue circling my fingers around my already sensitive flesh.

I can’t seem to stop, my need climbing again until I spiral into another orgasm, harder and faster, making every inch of me convulse.

Images of his muscled, naked flesh, him pounding inside me like he’s lost his mind for me play on repeat. It’s what I want, even though I’ll never admit that to him.

My body sags, and I groan at what I’ve just done. I can’t believe I was thinking about him while I did that. I’ve gone insane.

This is why I can’t accept his job offer. Tynan enjoys toying with me too much, and I’m only human. A lot can happen when you’re stuck in a house with someone you’re attracted to. Even when that person is the last thing you should want.

On the other hand, I can’t in good conscience pass up a thousand dollars an hour. That money could do me so much good.

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