Page 85 of Savage Promises

Make that two ambulances, please.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” I arch my hips and stretch my wife to take all of me. My lengthandmy width. I’m balls-deep, but I thrust my hips harder, and drive deeper inside her. “And wet. This needy pussy is dripping down my thighs.”

“Shane.” Lennox claws at my back.

“Wrap those legs around me,” I tell her and crush mybody against her chest.

I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the smell of her shampoo while I nail her to my bed. I continue the punishing rhythm only stopping to suck on her pink, erect nipples.

“This... I moved mountains and put everything on the line to be with you like this. To have you. To take you.” I slip my hand across her hip and into the seam of her ass.

She gasps when my finger finds the rim of her asshole. “I will take you here, too, Lennox. I plan to claim all of you.”

A cry rips from her lips as her womb clamps my dick, squeezing me to the point of pain.

“God, I’m coming.” She climaxes wildly beneath me, her heels kicking my back.

I angle my weight on one arm to watch her, eyes squeezed shut as her lips part to moan.

“Imagine everyone seeing you at the club like this. On your back, legs spread, coming around your husband’s cock, dripping down my balls.” I sit up on my knees and hold her throat.

“Shane, you bastard,” she curses my name as her neck pitches back, tempting me to squeeze and choke her.

The dare has me losing my shit. My cock contracts and hot cum pours out of me until I’m wrung fucking dry. I should have lasted longer after the blow job. This woman has obliterated my stamina.

I run my nose along her jawline and kiss the base of her throat. “Round two, or a break in the shower where you’ll let me lick your pussy until you come a few more times?”

The need to claim every inch of her burns in my veins like fire.

Lennox goes white, realizing I’m serious. “Oh... You’re so bad.”

“And being bad is what a Quinlan does best, my love.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

Shane

Istep into the luxury trailer I use for my office the morning after my wedding to find Garrett fidgeting on a plastic chair. Connor, who brought him here, leans against the far wall, arms crossed, focus honed on his prisoner.

Garrett’s face is pale, sweat glistening at his temple. He’s trying to appear calm, but the subtle twitch of his fingers against his thigh gives him away. He looks thin having stayed three months in our safehouse where he was often reminded of who he belonged to by Blade and Jett.

I suffer a rare crisis of conscience. Concerned what Richard, or more importantly, whatLennoxwill think when she sees her brother.

“Morning, Garrett,” I say, my voice low and controlled, pushing my guilt away.

His eyes roam me up and down with a bitterness I wasn’t expecting. When his father made the deal for me to marry Neve, he didn’t budge, figured I’d takeheras my wife in name only. But I made sure Garrett knew I married Lennox instead.

“You sound chipper.” He knew of the tension between his sister and me years ago and his bitter glare studying me now suggests he knows I fucked his little sister all night long.

“Because I am.” I don’t boast much because it’s still supposed to be a sacrifice. I toss my briefcase on the desk and stand over Garrett. “Let’s have it. Where’s the armory?”

Garrett’s throat bobs as he swallows harshly. “The warehouse is in the Bronx, near the river.The Albanians keep it stocked, but they’re sloppy when it comes to patrols and security.”

“Address.” I hand him a piece of paper and a pen.

He scribbles down an address and shoves it at me. “Here.”

I hand the paper to Connor, who looks like he had a long night in his tunnel. “I know where this is.”

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