Page 90 of Brutal Savage

Staring at this man, I’m unable to believe how insane he truly is. I shove his hand off of me and try to control my rage. At least he won’t do what Jerry did to me. At least there’s that.

But I’ll find a way to get away from him.

He might think this is forever, yet I have other plans. When the right opportunity comes, I’ll disappear for good.

“How about I give you a tour of the house before I show you to our bedroom?”

He starts to rise, and I follow him, knowing I don’t have much of a choice.

“Our bedroom? We can’t sleep separately?”

“You’re my wife, Elara. I want you in my bed.” His arm winds around me, pressing me up against his body.

Those eyes align with mine, and as soon as they do, that shift in the air…it returns. Slams into my chest and makes me feel it. I feel everything when he touches me and looks into my eyes like that.

Like I matter.

“If you don’t plan on falling in love with me, it’s better if we spend as little time together as possible.”

He flings a loose strand of hair away from my face, his mouth dropping across my ear and making me shiver.

Heavy, warm breaths skate against my skin. “You think you’re that easy to fall in love with?”

I swallow down the thick taste of arousal tickling across my flesh.

His deep, rumbling chuckle sends my pulse into overdrive.

He straightens himself, slipping my hand into his. “Come on, let me show you your new home, Mrs. Quinn. This is just the beginning of all the things I plan to give you.”

I could get used to that…

No. No. I absolutely cannot.

He takes me all throughout the house, showing me the many bedrooms. A game room and a theater, even a library. This place has it all.

Then we get to the bedroom.

The one I’ll be forced to share with him.

Every night.

He opens the door, inviting me into the large space. My heart beats faster the further I step into it. And that black upholstered bed in the center of the room somehow appears bigger.

“Do you like it?” he rasps behind me, and a chill scurries down my arms.

“It’s okay,” I lie, because clearly it’s a lot more than okay. His home is beautiful.

Trying to ignore these feelings, I glance around the rest of the place. A white chaise with a shaggy rug beneath stands at the foot of the bed. A large fireplace is centered against the wall. It’s probably cozy in the winter.

His big, strong palms lower to my arms, stroking up and down, making me molten lava.

“Well, I hope you do like our bedroom, Mrs. Quinn.” He lowers his wicked mouth to the space behind my ear. “Because this is where I intend to fuck you every single moment that I can get my hands on you.”

I visibly quiver, wanting him in every crevice.

“I will not sleep with you,” I whisper, wanting it to be true. Despising myself for even thinking about him throwing me around and taking me roughly in this very bed.

I shouldn’t want him in any capacity. But my body and my mind are at war, and my body is currently winning.

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