Page 107 of Filthy Savage

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” A single finger drags up the inside of my thigh. “I won’t hurt you.”

His touch makes me shudder. “What about everyone else? The ones you associate with. Would they hurt me?”

“They’d die before they ever laid a finger on you or our daughter.”

A cold shudder drowns me. He would kill them. I’ve watched him do it.

My stomach churns. My husband is a murderer.

“I can see it in your eyes.” His mouth jerks as he winds the belt around the back of my neck, pulling me up to a seated position and towering over me. “You want to run again.”

His smirk is a cold, icy chill.

“But there’s nowhere to go, baby. Not for you. Not anymore.” His hot breath tiptoes across my quivering lips. “You’re mine until the day I die. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” He snakes the belt tight around my neck with one hand, the back of his other stroking across my jaw. “I’ll never let you go.”

Even through the fear, I grow aroused, enjoying his domineering side.

His hand slips into my leggings, and without warning, he thrusts inside me, stilling a moan in my throat. He keeps me captive, finger-fucking me while he fists the belt even tighter. My breathing is shallower, but it only intensifies every other sensation.

“Oh, yes!” I cry out, needing the release so badly, I’ll beg.

Instead, he stops, his gaze menacing.

As he yanks me closer with the belt, his lips skim across mine before he captures them in another earth-shattering kiss. I almost forget how to breathe as he forces me down onto the bed, lowering on top of me, his hips arching between my thighs, his cock nudging into my center.

His fingers tangle with my hair, the kiss turning carnal and forceful, filled with this desperate want. A masculine growl works its way up his throat, my whimpers snaked with the animalistic sounds he makes.

Roughly, he pulls my leggings down, stripping me until his fingers are there, assertive and demanding as they enter me. His thumb strokes my clit until the moans from my lips vibrate over his. He kisses me harder, pistoning deeper like he wants to possess me, take over every inch until I’m his.

The need climbs, filling my veins with burning passion, and when he thrusts into me again, I let go, groaning into his mouth while his own grunts fill with desperation. My toes curl, my nails sinking into his bare back. When my body slows, he pulls away just slightly, eyes crawling with his own desire.

He rises, leaving the belt dangling over my shoulders while he unzips his jeans, pulling the zipper down and sliding out of them. My gaze snaps to his cock peeking through his boxers, which disappear within seconds, leaving him completely naked.

I can’t help where my eyes go, especially when he fists his hard-on, stroking it slow.

“If you keep looking at it like that, I’m gonna force it into that sexy mouth.”

“Do it,” I husk, wanting him to be rough with me.

His hand stills mid stroke. “What was that?”

“Do it.” I say it louder. “I want to suck your cock.”

Yeah, I definitely don’t know what’s happening to me, but I don’t want it to stop.

“Fuuuck,” he growls, squeezing the crown of his erection. Then, suddenly, he grabs both ends of the belt and tugs me. “Stand up.”

I quickly follow his instructions and get to my feet, waiting for his next command.

“Take off your shirt.”

My body shudders, nerves taking over. But I do it.

When I drop it on the floor, his heated gaze drags down my curves until goose bumps wrap around every inch.

He points to the floor. “On your knees.”

My heartbeats quicken, my nipples pebbling.

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