Page 86 of Filthy Savage

“Where’s your bedroom? And try not to lie this time.” My mouth winds, my teeth clenched with frustration and need.

Damn, I want her. It’s like no time has passed.

Her vision bounces between me and the ground like she’s unsure if we should do this.

“Tell me now, Amara, or I’ll fuck you up against this wall.” I palm her pussy, kneading into it.

Her lashes flutter, and she lets out a little moan.

“There.” She points to the room next to Fia’s, and I’m tugging her inside, putting on the light.

She stays frozen by the door while I move toward the bed and settle onto it, taking in her brown furniture and blue comforter. It’s simple and very Amara.

My hands run over the fabric of her blanket. “Soft. You play with yourself here thinking about me?”

She visibly shivers. “Never.”

That causes my smirk to widen. “Liar, liar.”

Uncuffing my shirt, I drag the sleeves up, resting my elbows on top of my stretched-out legs.

I give her body a slow once-over. “Strip.”

“What?” she gasps.

“You heard me. I don’t like repeating myself.” I start removing my shoes, watching that wide-eyed expression as she takes in my movements. “I think I deserve at least that for what you did to me.”

“You don’t deserve anything.” She hikes up her chin. “Plus, I thought you came to kill me.”

“I did. But fucking you is a way better use of my time.” I wave a finger in the air. “Clothes. Off. Now, Amara. I’m done waiting.”

I witness the dread in her eyes before she even says anything.

“Uh…” She grimaces, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look, I—I can’t.”

“Why not? You know you want this too.”

She curls her arms around herself. “Even if the circumstance of…this wasn’t an issue, I just…you know…never loved my body. And, uh, after Fia, it’s even less great.”

That was hard for her to admit, and it makes me want her even more.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I get to my feet. Stalking closer, I clasp her jaw as I stare down at her.

“You think I’d find your body unattractive after you had my child?”

“Maybe.” She grimaces. “My stomach is full of stretch marks. My boobs definitely have seen better days, and you seeing me like that…” Her face burns hot as her voice trails.

“You’re perfect. Then and now.” As I stare deep into her eyes, my thumb lazily strokes her lips. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are. You can go on hating me tomorrow.”

Her eyes water over, and whatever’s left of my fucked-up heart splits right open, letting her all the way in. My mouth lowers, brushing hers softly before I kiss her, taking my time, my tongue parting her lips. I grab her hand and place it against my chest, forcing it lower, running it down my abs until I’m leading it to my cock.

“This is how bad I want you. How damn gorgeous I think you are.”

“Fionn, I’m scared,” she trembles out, that gaze so damn vulnerable, I’d do anything to keep her safe.

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