Page 105 of Filthy Savage

If he wasn’t already melting, I think he just turned to goo.

“I love you too, Fia.” The look in his eyes….it does unspeakable things to me.

A big, tough man completely weak for a child? Yeah, I’m screwed.

We shut off the lights and head out, and as we do, he stops, running a hand down his face.

“You okay?” I ask.

The muscle in his jaw pulses, his throat tight on his next swallow before he’s staring back at me. “Yeah. I just didn’t expect her to say all that.”

“Neither did I.”

We both stand beside one another, filled with our own emotions.

“I want to adopt her.”

Gaping wide, I’m unsure what to say. Everything is going too fast. Being basically kidnapped. Marriage. And now this?

But it’s what I’ve always wanted. Though that was at a different time, when he wasn’t this person. A criminal.

How do I live with him or allow Fia to grow up in such an environment?

“Uh, well, before all that, I think we need to discuss some things.”

“Like what?” His face and tone harden.

“Um…” I clear my throat, my pulse kicking up a notch. “You know, like what you really do for a living, for starters. I have no idea who you are.” I play with the hem of my shirt, nerves skittering up my back. “And now that we’re married, I have a right to know.”

Please don’t kill me.

His features grow more intense. “You sure you wanna know?”

Our eyes lock, his body moving into mine. The firmness of it pressed up against me brings a rush of yearning unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Or maybe you’re trying to find reasons to hate me when every damn inch of you wants me.”

My stomach flip-flops as he pushes my hair away from my face, burying his nose in my neck, inhaling with a slow drag of his breath. Long, thick fingers curl around my waist, pressing his hard erection into me. My breaths grow tight, desire unfurling. His knuckles stroke down my cheek, sending shivers racing up my spine.

“No matter what I tell you, it doesn’t change anything. You’re my wife, and she’s my daughter. You won’t be going anywhere.” His voice is demanding and all-consuming.

Yet those haunting words somehow make me grow slick between my thighs.

“If you want me to take the paternity test, I will. But if he’s her father, he’ll sign over his rights to me.”

I shudder from the callousness.

“And if he refuses?” I breathe.

His smirk can only be described as deadly. “He won’t.”

His lips slide down my throat, teeth gnawing before he trails kisses back up, clasping a rough palm around the span of my jaw. He grabs my ass with his free hand, boring his eyes deep with mine while pushing me into the swell of his thick and hard erection.

“I want you, baby,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust, my body begging for him.

“Fio—”

He cuts me off with a savage kiss, equal parts longing and passion. A growl crawls out of his chest and a moan slips out of mine, our hands everywhere at once. When he tugs on my bottom lip, I let out a cry, unable to maintain any semblance of sanity.

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