Page 93 of Filthy Savage

Her head falls back, eyes closed, breaths growing needier.

“I love the way you look when you’re turned on.”

Her eyes snap to mine, our gazes tangled in this unspeakable way. This damn connection I can’t explain.

She doesn’t even fight it as I slip a hand into her leggings and past her panties, finding her soaked.

“Shit,” I whisper, turning up the music so Fia doesn’t hear us. “You need this, don’t you?”

When her only answer is the tug of her lower lip, I rub her clit, and a cry dies in her throat.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.” My jaw clenches, my cock growing harder the more she tries to fight what I do to her. What I always will.

This woman has been mine from the moment we locked eyes. Denying it will get her nowhere.

Stroking her clit, I slip my fingers inside her. “Tell me you want me to make this pussy squirt. I need to hear it.”

She glances to the rearview, eyes tangled with lust.

“She can’t hear us,” I whisper. “The speakers are right above her.”

My fingers dip in and out while she pushes her cunt deeper into me.

I let out a laugh. “So fucking willing to get finger-fucked. My dirty little slut.”

Her mouth pops wide even as her walls clench around my fingers.

“You like me calling you that, huh? What else do you like?”

My pace increases, then slows, while I take us on the highway.

My cell rings, and her gaze widens with panic.

“Answer,” I tell my car, and when she tries to pry my fingers out of her, I keep them right where they are.

“Fionn! Don’t!”

But I ignore her, teasing her clit with my thumb as I answer the phone. “Hey, Tynan. What’s up?”

Her core pulses and throbs, her brows knitted tight as she tries not to make a sound.

“I saw you called earlier. Just returning your call.”

She holds her breath as I piston deeper, faster, watching her gasp while I let a half-grin take over my mouth.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“That priest you used that night you…you know, with Elara.” I glance at Amara—so damn ready to come, I can feel it.

“What about him?”

“I’m in need of his services.”

Silence.

“Why?”

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