Page 30 of Filthy Savage

She stands as soon as I approach her side. Wordlessly, I reach down, shove my shoulder in her stomach, and pick her up. She’s draped halfway over my front and back. Feeling her fingers grip my belt, I move toward our room.

I’m covered in blood, the blood of the men and women I killed. The blood of people who would have done the same thing to me if given the chance. And the blood from the artwork I gave Loner… or rather took from him.

Stepping into the bedroom, I close and lock the door behind me. Slowly, I release Spencer. Her body slides along the front of mine until her feet touch the floor. I don’t look into her eyes immediately.

Instead, my focus is on the room.

It’s immaculate.

I’m shocked.

“Beautiful,” I murmur.

She looks over her shoulder at the bed, then shifts her attention back to meet mine. There is clear confusion on her face. She doesn’t know what has me completely stunned.

“What?” she asks.

“It’s fucking clean. I think it looks better than when I moved in here.”

She laughs, and I’m pretty sure this room has hardly ever heard laughter. I like that. It bounces off the walls around us, and that just makes me think about the fact that her cries and screams of pleasure will do the same.

“I have no doubt that this room was never cleaned. It was gross,” she says, wrinkling her nose.

“I know it was,” I laugh. “I’m sorry. Never had a reason to clean it.”

She takes a step toward me, then another. She lifts her hand, placing it on the center of my chest, and tilts her head back. Her eyes find mine, her lips press together in a thin line, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I watch her.

“Your cabin isn’t going to be this dirty and messy, is it?”

She appears horrified. I don’t blame her. This room was a complete shit show. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek as I look into her eyes.

“My cabin is clean, Spencer. It’s nothing like this. The cabin is a home. This was nothing but a crash pad.”

“And a fuck pad,” she says.

Laughing, I clear my throat. “It’ll still be that. It just looks a bit different now that I have you.”

Her hand slides up the center of my chest, stopping at the base of my throat, and then she shifts it so that her fingers wrap around the side of my neck.

“And it will only be me?” she asks.

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers without deepening the kiss, and I murmur against her lips. I don’t lie to her. I tell her the truth. There is just her. I can’t even imagine fucking anyone else. And if I’m anything like my brother, there will never be anyone else again.

Spencer is a fucking dream come true.

“Yeah, beautiful. Just you.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

SPENCER

Brew wrapshis fingers around my wrist before he turns his head and touches his lips to the center of my palm. When he releases my hand, it drops to my side as I look up into his eyes.

“Where did the blood come from?” I ask.

“You probably don’t want to know,” he rasps.

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