Page 19 of Filthy Savage

Picking up a mirror, she tries to show me, but I stop her.

“I want to put the dress on first before I look at myself.” My cheeks burn from how wide my grin is.

“Of course.”

She starts returning everything into her bags while I head into the bedroom, sliding back into the shoes and dress.

With gradual steps, I head for the mirror, my throat growing tight with anticipation. When I finally see myself, I barely recognize the girl staring back at me.

“Oh my God…” I whisper, getting closer to look at my makeup.

My cheeks are shimmery with a soft pink blush. My eyelids have a deep brown hue to them, and my brows are perfect and filled. I part my pale pink lips, looking at my intricate updo, a few strands surrounding both sides of my face.

It’s then I see Fionn in my mind, wondering what he’ll think.

When I come out this time, Hannah gushes, “Boyfriend or not, Fionn is gonna lose his mind.”

She winks, heading out the door, and as soon as I’m alone, my hands grow clammy.

And I realize there’s nothing I want more right now than for Fionn to want me enough to do something about it.

CHAPTER 5

FIONN

I can’t gether crushed expression out of my head.

Her disappointment burns through me.

She would’ve let me fuck her. Right there in that hallway. But damn, I knew it was wrong.

There’s nothing I want more than to stalk right through the adjoining door and see her. To tell her how badly I want her.

Maybe once she’s back home, I can take her out. Get to know her better. Let her get to know me.

Who the hell knows why I’m so damn drawn to her? There’s something there, though. Something I want to explore.

“Fuck.” I laugh.

She’s just a kid. What the hell am I even thinking? But she seems way more grown up than any of the twentysomethings I’ve fucked.

Jesus. I’ve gotta get this girl out of my head before I rip off her clothes and bury myself so deep inside her, she’ll never be able to get away.

As soon as she asked me about her dress, I knew she was embarrassed because she had nothing to wear. It wasn’t hard to get her something she’d hopefully like. Don’t know her wellenough to know her style, but when the sales associate showed me those two dresses, I knew she’d look incredible in either.

Grabbing my cell, I head out of the room and knock on hers.

She opens immediately. And when I see her…

I didn’t know my heart could do that. Beat so fucking loud, I hear it like a drum in my head.

“Holy shit…” My tone drops, and she smiles sweetly, batting those long lashes.

She’s all made up, but I don’t care much about that. She was beautiful without any makeup on too. But this dress…it leaves nothing to the imagination, yet is also just right for a black-tie event.

As I let my gaze wander down her curves, my hands burn to touch her, to feel every soft inch of her. Soon, I’ll be forgetting all the reasons why I shouldn’t make her mine.

My cock throbs the more I stare, and I groan low in my chest, barely holding on to my control.

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