Page 61 of Brutal Savage

Seems like there’s plenty of land to cover here. I glance at Tynan, who nods his approval.

“Great. Hi, Bubbles!”

And at her name, the dog rushes over and licks my hands, jumping up like she wants to lick my face too.

“Okay, okay.” I laugh, picking her up, letting her do her worst.

She lets out a happy little sound, excited as ever.

“I like you too.” I pet her, glancing at a brooding Tynan.

“Better watch out for her. She’s trouble,” he tosses out with a lopsided smirk that lands right in my gut.

“Are you talking about me or the dog?” I place Bubbles back down.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” That smirk deepens, and so does my attraction for him.

But it’s all wrong. Everything about this is.

My teeth sink around the corner of my bottom lip, and at that, his eyes turn hooded, the muscle in his jaw twitching.

Dirty thoughts fill my mind.

Us together.

In his bed.

On the floor.

In the kitchen.

Those arms, those veins thick and throbbing as he tosses me around and plays with me like his personal fuck toy even while I refuse him. But resistance only emboldens a man like that, and I like it.

“You okay, Ms. Hill?” He steps closer until he’s before me, his smirk widening. “You’re blushing.”

He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and the dog growls like it’s warning him to stay away.

That’d be nice, because this is too much. The way he smells—all manly and expensive—and the way he forces himself into my space.

My pulse gallops in my throat. “I am not blushing.”

His gruff laughter drapes around me, warm and enticing, calling to me like a familiar song.

Yet it’s just an illusion. This man is nothing but a distraction, a drug I need to keep away from, no matter how much the devil calls to me.

I brush past him toward Brody, who’s slipping on his sneakers. Yet I still feel Tynan’s eyes on me from behind, my flesh prickling with awareness.

Glancing over my shoulder, I find him with his arms curled over his chest.

The memory of his fingers inside me floods my mind, and I desperately crave a repeat performance.

Nope. We are not going there.

Need to get out of here before I act on my feelings.

Brody runs out, probably to get the dog’s leash, while I’m left alone with the man who has started to haunt my dreams.

It was him I dreamed about last night. It felt so real, it was like I felt him inside me, heard him say dirty things as he fucked me, heard him say that he loved me.

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