Page 55 of Filthy Savage

“Fine. What are you gonna do when you lose her for good? Konstantin can arrange a marriage for her whenever he feels like it, and then it’s over for you.”

“I don’t give a shit.” But his jaw clenches.

I know him better than he realizes. My brother hates that he still wants Dinara, Konstantin’s cousin. They dated for a bit, until he realized who she was and broke it off. Now they both pretend to hate each other.

In that second, we both see her—long black hair reaching the small of her back, her eyes just as deep. As I glance at my brother, his breathing grows harsh.

He’s an idiot. I may hate what Sergey did, but my hatred ends with him. Unless the rest of them do some shit, I have no issue with them.

Her eyes scan the room like she’s looking for him too, desperate to find him. And as soon as they lock eyes, she freezes like a deer in headlights.

She’s in nothing but a white corset around her waist, her tits covered by two jeweled pasties, and I swear my brother’s face grows redder by the second.

“Be right back,” he mutters, heading straight for her, while I’m left laughing.

He’s so fucked.

“Hi there.” A blonde woman I didn’t see taps my arm.

“Hey.” My tone’s indifferent, which hopefully means she’ll get lost.

She runs a finger up my arm. “Wanna play?”

Her pink-stained lips curl, and beneath her white feathered mask, her dark gaze sways with desire.

“Not interested.”

“Well…” She grabs my ass. “Maybe later?”

Tugging her wrist, I gently push her away, my veins filling with disgust. “Definitely not.”

You look nothing like the woman I can’t stop thinking about.

Turning my back, I order another drink, and seconds later she’s walking away.

“Shit,” I mutter, running a hand down my face.

I should go home. There’s nothing here for me. I’m damn dead inside, and it’s all my little rabbit’s fault.

I picture her as though she’s right here. In a bright red corset and a matching thong.

I’d show her around. Touch her while she watches others fuck. She’d get all shy at first, then once she’s turned on, she’d forget where she was, lost to the feelings I bring out in her. I’d have her begging for it before I took her into one of the private rooms, tied her up to one of the horses, and had my fill.

My eyes shut, my cock throbbing. Grabbing it, I stroke through my trousers, the need becoming too much to bear. Gotta get out of here.

“Want me to help you with that?”

Fucking hell.

Looking over, I find another woman, a curvy one with black hair, glancing at the outline of my dick.

And I swear she looks like Emily.

Little rabbit.

My heart beats, the hollowness she left behind filling me up with desperation, even while I know this isn’t her. But she’s not here, and all I’m left with is a lie.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

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