Page 10 of Filthy Savage

She’d probably bolt if she knew what I do. Enforcer for the Mob may sound a bit better than killer, but it’s what I’ve always done. It’s what I’m good at. And I’ll never stop for anyone, not that I could. Once you’re in, you’re never getting out.

Unless you’re dead.

I stare down at the stunning woman before me. Her doe-eyed expression has me clamping my teeth, desperately needing to prove to her how wrong she truly is about what I want in a woman.

“The only thing stopping me from ripping off this flimsy dress and filling your pussy with my cock is…” I hook a finger under the strap of her dress. “…knowing that it’s the last thing you need right now.” I drag the strap lower, barely clinging to my sanity.

Her inhales are harsh as she lets out a sinful moan.

Fuck me. She sounds even better when she moans.

“Tha seo ceàrr,” I groan, reluctantly letting her go before I do something she may regret tomorrow.

Her face grows flushed and her expression is so damn innocent, I’d corrupt her and enjoy every damn minute of it.

Moving back, I grip the back of my neck, attempting to control my untamable desire. “We should probably get the hell out of here before I do something I can’t take back.”

She nods feverishly, tongue slipping out to run over her bottom lip.

Fuck me. This is getting harder by the second. And I don’t just mean my dick.

“How about we go get some food?” I suggest. “My brother’s reception doesn’t start for four hours, and I can’t wait that long.”

She clears her throat, fingertips feathering over her lips—exactly where I touched her, like she’s committing it to memory.

“Okay, uh, yeah…” As she tries to rise, her stomach growls. “Guess my body agrees with you.” She giggles, and that shit is infectious as hell.

“When did you last eat?”

I give her my hand and help her up. She tries to slip it from my grasp, but I hold on to it tighter. Really like the way her tiny hand fits in my large one. I rub circles on her skin as she gazes up at me.

“Um, breakfast?”

“Shit, babe, it’s three. Why the hell haven’t you eaten yet?”

She shrugs, her cheeks growing crimson.

Damn. When she said she didn’t have money, she meant it, didn’t she? I swear I’m gonna find that fucking asshole and cut off his balls for not taking care of her the way he should’ve.

The thought is really enticing. No one has to know…

Before I can stop myself, I’m tilting her chin with the back of my free hand. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I’m not like him. I’ll take care of you.”

The suddenness of her tears filling her eyes guts me. Wonder what her life is like back home.

“Should we go?” She slips her hand out of mine, and this time, I let her.

Don’t want to push this skittish little thing any more than I already have.

CHAPTER 3

AMARA

I lied.

I gave him my best friend’s name before I could stop myself.

But the idea of him knowing who I am, where I’m from, made me panic. I can’t let this man find me. See where I live.HowI live. It’s too humiliating. It’s best if he never finds me.

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