Page 27 of Filthy Savage

Gotta get her out of my head, though. She’ll be gone soon. Hell, I don’t even know her full name, and maybe it’s best I don’t.

Reaching into my jacket pocket, I remove a pair of her used panties. The ones I stole from her room after the wedding ceremony was over, when I disappeared for a few.

Bringing them to my nose, I inhale her scent. It feeds the fiery obsession simmering in my bloodstream.

I want her. Need her. Want to consume her.

It’s not normal. I know that. But when the hell have I ever been normal?

Fuck.

I wanted these panties as soon as I saw them peeking beneath her blue sundress in her room. Now they’re mine.

Balling them, I return the simple white cotton back into my pocket.

Didn’t expect her to wear anything lacy. But I don’t give a shit. With me, she wouldn’t be wearing any.

Slipping out of my jacket, I work my tie off next, unbuttoning the shirt, needing to take care of this hard-on in the shower with thoughts filled with that sexy goddess next door.

Just as I’m about to do that, I hear a noise from her room.

Like she’s crying.

Motherfucker. I’m a bastard.

Heading toward the adjacent wall, I try to get a better listen. Maybe I should go over there and talk to her.

But the more I hear, the more I wonder if I’m hearing right.

“What the…”

She’s moaning. And it’s not from tears.

“Shit.”

Is she touching herself?

My head falls backward, my fist around the crown of my cock as I stroke it through my trousers.

I shouldn’t. Nothing good will come from it. But it’s all I want. All she wants. What kind of man would I be to deny her?

Just one night. That’s all I need to get her out of my system.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’ve got the universal hotel keycard in my hand, opening the door that separates our rooms. Everyone in my family has one. But she doesn’t know that.

Not yet, anyway.

The door silently opens, and her moans fill my ears.

Holy shit.

Her bedroom’s to the right of the living space. She’s so close, I can taste her.

My footsteps fall with a low thud, my blood filling my ears.

When I get nearer, I find her door slightly ajar.

And she’s there, fucking naked, the dress hung over a chair, her thighs spread open, fingers working her pussy. Her nipples are large and beaded, just waiting for me to taste and suck each one.

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