Page 106 of Savage Promises

“I want your ass. Right now.” Shane picked an interesting time for us to take this next step. It must be part of a power rush and letting him use me for that power has me instantly wet.

“I don’t exactly have lube with me,” I say on a steady inhale.

“I do.” He reaches into his suit jacket.

“You planned this?”

“I hoped.”

“Hoped? And what pushed you to act?”

“The way Tom looks at you. The way the waiters look at you.” He spins me around to face the mirror and kicks my legs apart. “The way everyone fucking looks at you, Lennox.”

The edge in his voice is hard and for the first time, I’m frightened. “I don’t do anything to—”

“Shhh.” He presses his lips into the back of my neck. “I know you don’t. You’re a good wife. The best. You’d never betray me. I fucking know it. And leaving here knowing how I made you come from my dick in your ass will make every hundred-dollar bill I press into the hands of the men who stared at you, all the more erotic and pleasurable.”

“Shane,” I utter, my legs trembling.

“Now, hands on the counter and give your husband what he wants.” Shane lifts the skirt of my dress, his warm palms cupping my ass. “And fucking you while you’re wearing a dress I bought you will make me come even harder.”

I startle when I hear my lace panty tearing away, the fabric easily surrendering to my husband’s firm grip.

“This trophy will stay with me.” He brings the shredded fabric to his face and inhales deeply. “Fucking intoxicating.”

He slips them into his pocket and grips my hair so our eyes are level in the mirror. “Watch. Watch your husband fuck your ass, my love.”

Love.

I do love the sound of that word on his lips when he’s talking to me. But does he love me?

“Oh!” I jump, feeling his fingers spear my folds.

“Christ, you’re soaked.” He kisses the back of my neck. “I’m going to make this so good for you. I’m so hot to fuck you, it won’t take long before I’m drenching your ass with my cum. You don’t know what you do to me, Lennox. I thought I’d be getting a spoiled daddy’s girl for a wife. Instead, I got a classy, powerful, gorgeous woman. You own me. Body, soul, and every dark piece in between, my lioness.”

I whimper at his words. The power he sees in me. I don’t feel worthy.

“Shane.”

“Shhh, lioness. You’re gonna love the cage I put you in when I fuck you like this.”

Through the mirror, I see Shane flip open the cap on the lube with his teeth, while one set of fingers skate down the seam of my ass.

“This will soothe the pain,” he says gruffly and massages a glob of the warm silky lube over my tight ring of nerves.

I suck in a breath. “Oh God.”

“Different from my tongue, aye?” He pushes the tip of one finger inside me.

Much different from the dirty game we play in the shower. One time, he barged in on me in the middle of the day after my workout, telling me how he left someone tiedup and bleeding because he saw me come home on the security camera and just had to fuck me.

“Do you like that, lioness? Bare those teeth for me. Threaten to eat me alive if I hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I heave out.

“I can’t promise you that.” He sinks a second finger deep inside me. “Not when you’re this tight and I’m so fucking worked up.”

I lower my head, the pleasure spiraling me out of control.

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