Page 24 of Filthy Savage

He groans. “I’m so close to forgetting all the reasons why I shouldn’t take you upstairs to my room and taste every gorgeous inch of you.”

I swallow thickly, aching for him between my thighs. “But you won’t.”

My chest rises and falls, pulse pounding in my ears.

He pulls back, a dejected look on his face, giving me the confirmation that I was right. This is a waste of time.

“I should go.” I tug on my slit, still feeling his touch on my knee as though it’s still there.

Just leave so you’re not rejected again.

He drags in a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose while I fight the tears and start to get to my feet. I’m too emotional to deal with a man who can’t decide if he wants me or not. I need to text Emily for money ASAP so I can leave tomorrow.

“Don’t.” He grabs my wrist, face contorted with tension. “Stay.”

“No.” I shake my head, peeling his thick fingers off of me as I look down at him. “There’s no point. Whatever this is…” I gesture between us. “It’s not going anywhere, so it’s best if we stay away from one another.”

Before he can stop me, I swing around and storm toward the exit, hearing him muttering.

“Emily?” Iseult calls and I turn toward her. “Where are you going?” Her gaze turns to slits while she inspects my face. “Did my brother do something? Do you need me to kill him? You can choose how.” The curve of her lips deepens into a smirk.

Sniffling, I let out a short breath of laughter. “Thanks for the offer, but I think it’s best if I go. Thank you for having me. Tell your father and Fernanda I said goodbye.”

Didn’t even have time to meet the rest of the family.

Rushing out, I practically run toward the elevator. Once it arrives, I dash inside, and when I press the button for my floor, a hand stops the doors from closing.

My heart grows heavy when I see him. His strong, powerful form fills the space between us, his green eyes seemingly darker than they were a moment ago.

He stalks closer. And the nearer he gets, the more my heart beats faster.

When his powerful body meets my soft one, he pushes me up against the elevator wall until I can’t so much as move.

His nostrils flare as he peers down at me, and my stomach clenches.

If a look could spell danger and primal need, this would be it. Like he wants to devour me right here. Right now. A craving so deep, I feel it rattling my bones.

I swear if he doesn’t kiss me—if he doesn’t do anything—I may be the one who’ll kill him.

His deep-chested growl has me tugging my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Bidh tu am bàs dhomh,” he says in Gaelic.

Before I can ask what that means, he wraps his fingers around my throat, his mouth dropping to my ear.

“What made you think you could walk away from me, baby girl?” He tips up my chin with his thumb, his tongue slipping out, taking a swipe across his full mouth.

“Please…” I beg, yet I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

He grunts. “What do you want? Hmm?”

His free hand reaches behind us, pressing a button to stop the elevator from going further. A chill prances up my nape. What is he gonna do to me? And when was I ever this excited?

“Why did you come after me?”

I need him to say it. That he wants me.

His eyes turn laden with desire, fingers straining across my neck as he uses his other to slowly drag up my dress.

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