Page 83 of Filthy Savage

A smirk slants over my mouth, my hand cupping her jaw as I near my lips to hers. “Shh. Keep it down, little rabbit. You’re gonna wake up our daughter.”

“Oh my God, you’re insane!” She throws her hands in the air.

“We already established that. And it’s all…” I back her up against the wall. “Your fault.”

My hands return to her hair, my mouth dropping to her throat.

“This is so not gonna work.” She clasps her hands on my shoulders as I kiss and suck the skin above her pounding pulse.

My mouth curls because instead of pushing me off, her head falls backward.

“That’s it, baby girl. Show me how much you like it.”

“We can’t…”

“I think we can.”

“You’re crazy. And if I allow this, so am I.” Her fingernails score my back, her hips gyrating against my dick.

“Sure as hell felt crazy all this time you’ve been gone.” My lips skim down the slope of her throat, tugging the strap of her tank top. “And I promised myself when I found you, I’d take what belongs to me. And I’d never let you run again.”

“I’m not yours.”

She gasps when my hand slips into the waistband of her leggings, feeling her bare and wet on my fingertips.

“That’s not what your pussy says.” I back away so I can look into her eyes.

With a finger, I work her swollen clit as she cries, mouth parted, cheeks flushed.

“We’re destined, baby. You landed right back in my lap, and now there’s no going back.”

Before she can protest, I thrust two fingers inside her, playing her clit with my thumb while she tries to keep quiet.

“Fionn!” she cries, and I wrap her mouth with my hand.

“If you don’t keep quiet, I’m gonna gag you and make you choke on my tie.”

She whimpers as I lower my hand, and when I pinch her clit, she sucks in a breath, eyes lost to her pleasure.

“Please!”

“Please what?” Roughly, I fist her hair, curling my fingers inside her wet cunt. “Please make you gag or make you come?” I swirl my thumb faster over her clit when she doesn’t answer. “I can do both. Just ask nicely.”

She gasps, begging me not to stop, while images of her with other men fill my mind.

“How many men have you been with after me? Tell me so I can fucking kill every single one.”

“Fionn…” Her eyes grasp mine, holding on like a raft.

“Tell me. Just fucking say it and put me out of my misery.”

“No one.” She shakes her head, her fingers grasping tighter onto my shoulders.

“What?” I still my movements, not believing her.

“Don’t stop!”

Her breaths fall faster, and I chuckle as my mouth grows closer to hers, stroking her lips with mine.

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