Page 53 of Brutal Savage

His lustful gaze entraps me further. “Your time is up. What will it be?”

“Okay, yes. I’ll…I’ll do it. I’ll help Brody.”

He groans, rolling his hips into me, his mouth against my throat. “Good girl.”

And before I realize what’s happening, his hand slides into the waistband of my pants, lowering between my thighs.

“No panties,” he growls. “It’s like you’re asking me for it.”

“Oh, fuck!” My head slams back, eyes closed as he fingers my clit, leaving a trail of waking heat prancing down my body.

“You’re so wet already, little serpent. Is that all for me?”

I cry as he slips two fingers inside, thrusting them deeper and harder.

“You’re an asshole,” I moan, yanking his hair, gyrating my hips for more.

His laugh is dark and dirty. “Yet you’re the one soaked for me. Maybe that’s what you like.” Another thrust. “Is that it?”

His gaze darkens as his fingers press deeper, curving and pushing into my G-spot.

I can’t help the erotic sounds falling out of me in succession.

“You don’t want to like me, but you like this, don’t you?”

I hate that he’s right.

Hate that I desperately want him.

“Have you touched this pussy thinking about me?” He pinches my clit, and my eyes roll back.

I can’t admit to that. It would give him the upper hand. And if I am going to work for him, I can’t let him know how attracted I am to him.

Though he probably knows by now. You know, considering how needy I sound.

With a frustrated growl, he stops his movements, grasping my jaw and forcing me to open my eyes. “Tell me the truth. I want to hear one fucking truth from your mouth.” He gazes down at my lips, grinding his teeth. And I swear this man could eat me alive. “Have you thought about me, Elara?”

“Why does it even matter?” My tone is but a whisper, my chest falling with heavy gasps. “You don’t date, I don’t date, and I won’t be your whore.”

“But you’ll let me finger-fuck you like one. Isn’t that right?” A lazy half smile grows on his face, and as though sensing my incoming rage, he flicks my clit, and I release another moan. “Deep down, you wanna be my whore. There’s nothing wrong with that, baby. You’d be my only one.”

“Never.” My lashes tremble, my core coiled with need, and he rams his fingers back inside me. “Oh, fuck… Please!”

“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

With a frustrated groan, I grab his shirt. “Fine! Yes, okay? Yes, I have. I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”

“Shit,” he hisses.

And when he slams his fingers back inside me, his mouth takes mine in a rough kiss.

His cock arches into my stomach while his thumb plays my clit, daring the orgasm out of me.

This kiss, it’s carnal. Like he’s claiming me and wants me to know it.

My body turns tight, hands trembling. And when he flicks my clit this time, I fall, screaming his name.

“Yes, Tynan, oh God!”

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