Filthy Savage: Chapter 21

“Be a good girl and go to bed, okay?” Amara tells her.

“Goodnight, Fionn.” The child grins, waving goodbye.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You will?” Amara’s face weaves with shock.

“Sure will, little rabbit.” I tug her to my side and she shivers. “You have lots of explaining to do.”

She gulps, laughing dryly. “Okay. We’ll, uh, see you tomorrow, baby.”

“Okay, Mama.”

Holding her hand in mine, we exit the room, and Amara gently closes the door. As soon as she does, she turns to me, her anger returning.

“What the hell do you mean, you’ll see her tomorrow?” She snaps her fingers out of my grasp. “I told you I need you to go. I will not marry you.” She blows an exacerbated breath. “This is just nuts!”

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.

“I like how demanding you’ve gotten.”

“Good. Because I need this.” Her moans come in gasps.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t fuck with me, Amara.” Thrusting deeper, I watch her as she writhes in ecstasy. “You haven’t been with anyone else?”

She shakes her head, slamming her eyes shut. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

“Neither have I.”

“What?” Even through the pleasure, her eyes fill with shock.

“I haven’t fucked anyone after you.”

She’s unable to say anything else as I work her faster, knowing she’s about to give me what I want. With another touch, she screams for me, and I release a growl, clasping my hand over her mouth.

“Look at how beautiful you are squirting all over my hand.”

Her sensual sounds vibrate against my palm, and I bask in the feeling of knowing I did that. I made her come like that.

Me.

When she falls from the high, I slip my fingers out, running them over her lips. “Open up and suck.”

She obeys immediately, staring up at me hungrily as she tastes herself.

My teeth grind as I take her in.

Mine. All mine.

I cup her face with my other palm. “Is Fia my daughter?” My pulse beats louder. “Tell me the damn truth, because it’s killing me not to know.”

Though either way, I’ll claim her as mine.

Her eyes go downcast, but I don’t allow her to hide, tilting her chin up between two fingers.

“She could be. She’s either his or yours, and⁠—”

“She’s mine.” My breaths rage out of me.

Shock riddles her features, her eyes about to pop. “Don’t you wanna know for sure?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. You’re mine, and so is she. Whose blood runs in her veins makes no difference.”

She sniffles.

“What did you think? That I wouldn’t want her?”

“I thought it might be a possibility.”

“She’s your daughter, and because of that, she’s mine too. That’s all there is to it.”

She lets out a small sob.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’re killing me.”

“I—I wanted this for so long.” Her glassy vision sucks me in, and all I want is to marry her right now. “I even imagined that you found me and told me this exact thing, but now…”

“Now it’s happening.” I stroke the outline of her jaw, eyes drowning in her depthless gaze. “Now I’ve found you and won’t let you get away.”

“I can’t marry you, Fionn. I have to protect Fia. And I don’t know who you truly are, but you’re clearly dangerous, and I will never allow her to be around that.”

As I suck in a rough breath, my chest grows tight. “Oh, baby girl. You’re confused.” The back of my hand slinks down her pretty cheek. “You will be my wife. There’s no choice in the matter.”

She inhales, air trapped in her lungs as I continue.

“I’m gonna stay the night, and tomorrow after Fia’s awake, we’ll drive to our new home.”

“What?” Panic fills the lines of her face. “No! I will not allow you to just take us! I—I have a job and bills! A life! I—I can’t. I won’t! Not with you.”

Those last words just make me furious, my temples beating. “No wife of mine will work as a housekeeper, and your bills, they’ll be paid for. You’ll never have to worry about bills again. Not when you have me.”

“Fionn, I can’t do this. Be reasonable.”

“You can and you will.”

“I told you I would never get you in trouble,” she pleads. “Isn’t that enough? My word means nothing to you?”

“I may believe you, but my family won’t, and I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me. Now, let’s go to bed. We have a wedding tomorrow.” I pull her hand in mine, but she yanks it away.

“Wait, whose wedding?”

A wry chuckle slips out of me. “Ours.”

She stares open-mouthed, a hand falling to her flailing chest.

I know I’m being selfish. But after what she did, I deserve to be as selfish as I damn well please.

“Don’t look so scared.” I kiss her jaw. “I promise to be a good husband and father.” My lips skim up to the corner of her mouth.

“Are you really going to do this to me? Are you really going to force me to be your wife?”

My wife. That has such a nice ring to it.

I blow out an exacerbated breath. “I’m saving your life. You should thank me.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorts.

“Try it.” A smirk settles on my face. “Come on, baby, try it. Thank you, Fionn, for saving my life.” My hips arch into her, still damn throbbing for this woman. “I’m sorry for being such a damn brat and running away from you.” I plant my hand around her throat, and she whimpers when I cinch my fingers tighter. “I promise to be a good girl and make it up to you.”

“Please, Fionn. I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” My fingers return between her thighs.

My girl missed me as much as I missed her.

“Can’t—oh God!” she moans as I rub her clit.

“Say it or I’ll torture you all night, and you know you’ll deserve it.”

“That’s unfair.”

“What’s unfair is that I had to live all these years without you.” Three fingers enter her, stretching her out for what’s gonna be one rough fuck.

We both need it.

“Do you know how hard it’s been imagining you with other people, forgetting me?”

“I never forgot you,” she breathes, shutting her eyes and shaking her head like she can’t believe she admitted that.

“Where’s your bedroom? And try not to lie this time.” My mouth winds, my teeth clenched with frustration and need.

Damn, I want her. It’s like no time has passed.

Her vision bounces between me and the ground like she’s unsure if we should do this.

“Tell me now, Amara, or I’ll fuck you up against this wall.” I palm her pussy, kneading into it.

Her lashes flutter, and she lets out a little moan.

“There.” She points to the room next to Fia’s, and I’m tugging her inside, putting on the light.

She stays frozen by the door while I move toward the bed and settle onto it, taking in her brown furniture and blue comforter. It’s simple and very Amara.

My hands run over the fabric of her blanket. “Soft. You play with yourself here thinking about me?”

She visibly shivers. “Never.”

That causes my smirk to widen. “Liar, liar.”

Uncuffing my shirt, I drag the sleeves up, resting my elbows on top of my stretched-out legs.

I give her body a slow once-over. “Strip.”

“What?” she gasps.

“You heard me. I don’t like repeating myself.” I start removing my shoes, watching that wide-eyed expression as she takes in my movements. “I think I deserve at least that for what you did to me.”

“You don’t deserve anything.” She hikes up her chin. “Plus, I thought you came to kill me.”

“I did. But fucking you is a way better use of my time.” I wave a finger in the air. “Clothes. Off. Now, Amara. I’m done waiting.”

I witness the dread in her eyes before she even says anything.

“Uh…” She grimaces, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look, I—I can’t.”

“Why not? You know you want this too.”

She curls her arms around herself. “Even if the circumstance of…this wasn’t an issue, I just…you know…never loved my body. And, uh, after Fia, it’s even less great.”

That was hard for her to admit, and it makes me want her even more.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I get to my feet. Stalking closer, I clasp her jaw as I stare down at her.

“You think I’d find your body unattractive after you had my child?”

“Maybe.” She grimaces. “My stomach is full of stretch marks. My boobs definitely have seen better days, and you seeing me like that…” Her face burns hot as her voice trails.

“You’re perfect. Then and now.” As I stare deep into her eyes, my thumb lazily strokes her lips. “Let me show you how beautiful I think you are. You can go on hating me tomorrow.”

Her eyes water over, and whatever’s left of my fucked-up heart splits right open, letting her all the way in. My mouth lowers, brushing hers softly before I kiss her, taking my time, my tongue parting her lips. I grab her hand and place it against my chest, forcing it lower, running it down my abs until I’m leading it to my cock.

“This is how bad I want you. How damn gorgeous I think you are.”

“Fionn, I’m scared,” she trembles out, that gaze so damn vulnerable, I’d do anything to keep her safe.

“Don’t be. I’ve got you.”

Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to bed and lower her on top of it. Her breathing turns labored as I prop my knee on the edge of the mattress, removing my shirt completely.

With my fingers on my belt, the metal clanks as I pull it out and start on the zipper of my pants, watching her watch me the entire time.

When I’m stepping out of them and pulling down my boxers, her mouth parts as I stroke my erection. Her legs squeeze into one another, and my blood pumps into my hard-on, making it so damn painful.

“Lower your shirt. Show me those tits.”

It takes a few seconds of uncertainty before a finger slips into a single strap and she starts pulling it lower, then the other, until her shirt settles on her abdomen.

“Fuck. They’re bigger now.”

She nods.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” My voice goes breathless.

“Really?” Her cheeks grow pink.

I let out a chuckle, climbing on the bed and forcing her legs apart as I settle over her body. My thumb feathers over her mouth.

“It’s even sexier that you don’t know how beautiful you are.”

My cock pushes into her pussy, needing to feel it wet and hungry for me again. Lifting off of her a little, I yank her leggings down until they’re bunched up against her ankles.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I rise to my knees, forcing her legs over her chest and running a finger through her wet slit.

“I like looking at your pretty pussy.”

She tries to shift out of this position, but I don’t let her.

“Stop fidgeting, baby, or I’ll tie you to the bed so I can do whatever the hell I want to you without disruption.”

My fingers sink inside her to the first knuckle, rubbing the wetness over her clit, then I glide another finger into her ass.

“Oh God!” She jolts.

“Does that feel good?” I take her from both ends, watching her drown in bliss.

“Yes…” she groans. “I like that.”

“The things I can teach you.” I increase my pace. “It’s a good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives for that.”

She starts to protest but I don’t let her. I fuck her hard, taking what belongs to me. She’s so exposed, and I love it.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming!” She fists the sheets, her body undulating in absolute ecstasy.

Needing a taste, I lower my face between her thighs and trace her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her feminine sounds have me groaning against her, sucking her into my mouth until she’s screaming my name again.

Her taste on my tongue is like the antidote I’ve been craving. Ripping the leggings all the way off, I split her thighs open, pushing them down onto the bed. When I stare up at her, I find her flushed, unable to catch her breath.

My palm lands across her cunt, working her clit against it. “It’s beautiful to watch you let go.”

“That was…”

Grabbing her hips, I flip her on top of me. “It was.”

Her pussy rubs against my chest and she looks at me with uncertainty, one arm trying to curl against her stomach while the other makes some attempt to cover her chest.

I chuckle. “Why are you hiding from me? I’ve seen it all, and I’ve always liked what I saw.”

She lets out a sigh. Pulling her arms away, I let my gaze crawl down her body, arching my hips, needing to fill her.

“You don’t hide from me anymore. Understand?” My fingers start at her sternum, tracing down to where we meet. “This is all mine, and I find it beautiful.”

I force her higher up.

“What are you doing?” Fear grips her gaze.

“Shut that pretty mouth and come sit on my face.”

Her eyes grow larger. “Uh, why? Are you looking for me to kill you this time?”

My chuckle fades. “No, I’m hoping to tongue-fuck you until you’re squirting on my face. Been dreaming about it.”

“Oh God.” She squeezes her legs, and my cock throbs for her.

“You want it, don’t you, little rabbit? Want to work that sweet cunt all over my mouth until I can’t fucking breathe without tasting you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl. Now climb up. Then maybe I’ll finally get to fuck you.”