Page 56 of Filthy Savage

She runs a finger over a bare nipple, and I imagine it’s Emily. Not whoever this woman is.

“Cassandra.”

I grab my belt buckle and undo it, glaring hard through my black mask. “Tonight, you’re Emily. Understand?”

She laughs. “Anything you want, handsome.”

“Drop to your knees.”

She instantly does, dragging my zipper down while hungrily staring up at me.

But I have my eyes shut, picturing Emily up against the elevator, her cunt stretching for my fingers the way it did for my cock.

The woman clutches my dick and squeezes, her tongue circling around the crown before she sucks me whole.

Fuck.

“Yeah, that’s it, little rabbit. Take it all.”

“What?” she asks, stroking me.

I don’t even bother peering down at her. Don’t want to see her.

“Never mind. Just keep sucking.”

She continues on my command, and all the while, I dream of her, wanting her so badly I’d bleed for the devil if he’d send her back to me. Give anything, even my damn soul, if I could just kiss her again.

I’ve gone crazy, and I know it.

My release fills her mouth, and she takes it all before I’m shoving her off. “You can go now. Thank you.”

She snickers. “Asshole.”

Frustration returns as I zip up and grip the back of my head.

Wonder what she’s doing right now. If she’s out there with someone else.

Shit. I can’t think about that.

“Feel better?” Cillian’s voice appears behind me, his hair a mess.

“No. I need the real thing. I need her. But it seems like you had a nice time.” I smirk, and he groans in response.

“Shut up.”

I let out a laugh. “How long are you gonna keep fucking her and pretending you’re not into her?”

He runs his fingers through his hair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” I shake my head. “I’m going home. I’m not feeling this place anymore.”

“Gotta get over her, brother. You’re not gonna find her.”

“Not happening.” I look down at my cell. We haven’t even been here for an hour, and I’m done. “I’m leaving. You can do whatever you want.”

“Fine. We’ll go.” He finishes his drink, dropping the crystal cut glass on the bar top just as Konstantin appears.

Tall son of a bitch. A good few inches taller than all of us.

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