Page 106 of Filthy Savage

When he slips his hand into the waistband of my leggings, I know what he’ll find.

“Fuck,” he rasps, yanking back, his hungered look spreading tingles beneath my skin. “It’s like your body’s always ready for me.”

When his finger sinks inside me, I let out a silent gasp. “Fionn, someone could see us here.”

He’s got guards everywhere.

His chuckle shoots right into my gut, spreading like wildfire. “Then why did your pussy just clench when you said that?”

He kisses me hard, nipping and tugging, his beastly groans only spurring me on. I want to feel him inside me and get lost in us.

“You wanna get caught, don’t you? You want someone to see how hard I can make you come.”

“I—I…” I can’t seem to speak, drowning in pleasure.

A responding hoarse chuckle rises, and before I can wonder what he’s doing, he’s lifting me up in his arms, carrying me the rest of the way into the bedroom.

With his eyes on mine, he shuts the door with his foot, lowering me onto the bed. His fingers reach for the hem of his t-shirt, the veins throbbing beneath his large, powerful hands as he drags it up, exposing his toned abs. It does nothing to stop the desire from burning hot and raw inside me.

My thighs squeeze as I watch my husband strip.

It’s the very first time since the ceremony that I’ve said that to myself.

He’s my husband. I’m Mrs. Quinn now.

My fingers lower to my core, pressing into my clit through my leggings while he groans, continuing to undress.

“Tell me what you do?” I murmur, hoping he admits the truth while he’s all turned on.

His laughter, husky and deep, has me desperate for him. “What do you think I do?”

Another look at his ripped, tanned body has me forgetting what I was talking about.

He removes his shoes, hands on his belt as he slowly drags it out, and I start to wonder how it’d feel if he used that belt on me. Maybe bind my hands behind my back as he took me.

My face heats up instantly. Where did that even come from? Who am I right now?

“I—I think you’re, uh…”

“Come on, say it, mo ban dia.” His smirk sends hot coals to my gut.

“You’re…um…” My voice trembles. “You’re in the Mafia.” I barely whisper that, like my mind is protecting me from what or who he is.

He laughs until that smile disappears, his face turning dark and haunting, a thick vein in his wide neck jerking.

“And how does that make you feel?” His words creep with an undercurrent of danger, slinking up my skin like a soft caress.

He stalks closer.

And closer.

Like a predator ready to claim his prey.

The belt stretches tight in his large hands as my blood rushes to my head. I drag myself further up the bed, like my body is in fight-or-flight mode, even though I want to know what he’s about to do.

“How am I supposed to feel? It scares me,” I whisper, swallowing down past the dryness in my throat.

He stops right at the edge of the bed, looming over me with his muscular frame and taunting gaze.

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