Page 32 of Filthy Savage

“Mmm, yes.”

I groan with disapproval. That bastard doesn’t deserve her.

Her mouth parts and quivers as I add a third finger while she tries to snap her knees from the pressure.

“Gonna erase every memory you had of that asshole.” I force her legs open with one palm.

“Nothing to erase,” she rasps. “He’s never been any good.”

I laugh. “Has he ever eaten you out?”

“What?”

I still my fingers inside her as she looks up.

“Has he used his mouth on you?”

She shakes her head. “He thought it was gross.”

“So I’d be the first one?”

Her unending deep breaths, her face turning crimson… Fuck, it just makes me hungrier for this woman.

“Yes.”

A smirk tips up one side of my face. “What else have you not done?”

My fingers slide out of her, dragging down to her ass. She gasps when I use her wetness to slip one finger in to my first knuckle.

“He ever take you here?”

She shakes her head. This day is getting better by the minute.

“Have you ever been tied up?”

Her brows shoot up, and she shakes her head.

I chuckle low in my chest. Of course she hasn’t. Her apprehension just makes the idea of it even better.

My knuckles roll over the slope of her breast, lower, down her torso. “Would you like to be, little rabbit? Want to be at my mercy?”

“I…uh, I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Brave girl.” A grin spreads. “How about we start slow and see what you think?”

“Okay.” Her breathing grows more labored.

“Trust me?”

“Stupidly, I do.” She laughs nervously.

“Nothing stupid about it. I’d never hurt you, mo ban dia.”

“I believe you.”

Maybe she shouldn’t. She knows nothing about me. What I do. Who I am. The things I could do to her.

“What does that mean? Mo ban dia?”

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