Page 94 of Filthy Savage

“Remember that girl, the one who told me her name was Emily?”

“Of course. You found her?”

“Guess you could say she found me.”

My thumb flicks her clit, and she squirts, soaking herself and the seat. Thank fuck it’s leather. Her hand clasps around her mouth as she tries not to scream. When she’s finally done, I slip out and pop those fingers into my mouth.

“Tasting you is my favorite thing,” I whisper.

“What did you say?” Tynan’s voice comes through.

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head, like she’s warning me not to tell him.

“She’s in the car with me. I want the priest at my house in a couple of hours. Want it done today. And I want you and Cillian as my witnesses.”

“Alright. We can do that. Need anything else?”

“No. Got everything else arranged.”

“See you then.” He drops the call while I look at the unwilling bride-to-be.

At least I didn’t have to drug her like Tynan did with Elara.

She doesn’t say anything for the rest of the way, and when we pull into the gated estate, her eyes widen.

“How much land do you own?”

“This isn’t all mine.”

I explain how my father set up the houses here for us, and about the farm we run here. She doesn’t need to know about our other extracurricular activities. Not yet.

When I pull in beside my other car, I lower the music and glance back at Fia. “We’re here, kid.”

Amara’s awestruck expression as she takes in the towering mansion has me smiling internally. I want to give this woman everything. Nothing has changed.

“Yay! I want to go in the poo!”

“We don’t have your swimsuit, baby.” Amara gets out, while I follow. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“I can get her one. Just give me her size. In fact, I’ll make sure to buy her everything she needs.”

“She has things at home.” Amara starts unbuckling her, me right behind her.

“I’m her father,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to get my daughter things. I’m not asking for a lot here.”

She laughs under her breath, staring at me angrily over her shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right.” Her tone is just as low. “Forcing her mother into marriage and moving her and me into your home isn’t asking for a lot at all.”

Groaning, I grab her hip and kiss the back of her head, knowing nothing I say right now will change her mind.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll introduce you to my staff.”

“You’ve got a staff?”

I chuckle as she lifts Fia into her arms.

“Right. Of course you do…”

As soon as I shut the door, we’re climbing the three stone steps. My guards inside the house open the doors when we approach. Their cells are equipped with cameras, so they know everyone’s comings and goings. When her eyes take them in, she shrinks a little.