Page 185 of Filthy Savage

“Mm-hmm.”

“Any discomfort?”

I shake my head, unable to get the word out.

“Good.” His smirk curls. “You look so damn good.”

I’ll take his word for it.

He shakes off his jacket, placing it on the chaise, while I try not to look at the people staring at us, waiting for him to begin. His eyes never leave mine as he takes his time, undoing his cuffs one at a time. His shoes come off next, then he starts on the buckle of his pants, the sound reverberating through the large space before he’s sliding off his trousers and boxers to reveal his massive thighs.

I shut my eyes, forgetting anyone else exists besides the both of us.

His rough fingertips roll up my thighs, gliding over my clit before they climb down my other leg.

“You’re beautiful.” He grabs the insides of my legs and forces himself between them. Pushing my body higher, he throws my legs over his shoulders, his mouth descending to my needy flesh. The tip of his tongue circles around my clit, and it’s over from there as he sucks and thrusts at the same time.

My release comes crashing down in an instant. But he doesn’t stop there, forcing another one out of me, his fingers taking me roughly while I cry out shamelessly.

“Yes!” My hands ball tight, my body falling hard and fast as they all watch me fall apart.

Though I no longer feel shame. I feel strong. Somehow being suspended in the air, knowing we’re being watched, is something I enjoy.

He strokes himself, working his cold piercings against my clit, and with one thrust he’s inside me, pounding into me with hard strokes.

The sound of my skin slapping against his, his croaky growls as he takes me faster…it causes every inch of me to burn with need.

He pounds even deeper, circling his hips as he does. I whimper out his name, and when he slams harder, a strangled moan gets lost in my throat, and stars erupt before my eyes.

“Yes, that’s it. Squirt on my cock.” His beastly growling rips through his chest until his warm release fills me.

I don’t know how long he takes me, using my body in whatever way he pleases, until he cuts the rope and secures a robe over me, holding me tight as he kisses my forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

A smile stretches. “Tired.”

That was incredible.

He rubs his palms across my back, the silk of the black robe warming my skin. “Let’s go home and get you in bed.”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.”

He shuts the door, hiding us from the crowd. Bringing me back to the chaise, he lays me down, staring down at me with a clenched jaw.

I really let him do this to me. And the crazy thing is, I’d let him do it again.

His large hands massage every inch of me, making me feel so good after being bound like that. Like he’s worshiping me.

He kneels on the floor and kisses my stomach. “I love you, Amara.”

Tears spring into my eyes. Because for once, I’m safe and happy.

“I love you too.”

CHAPTER 45

AMARA

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