Filthy Savage: Chapter 37

On the way home from work the following evening, I send Amara a text, almost home for our date. I’m looking forward to having a night out together.

A smile stretches on my face.

She starts to write, but pauses.

As soon as I do, I see her in a beautiful cobalt-blue silk gown, her hair and makeup done. Everything was arranged for her before I left this morning. I want her to always feel like a queen.

She stares at me with a glint in her eyes, the same glint I saw a peek of the day we met. But now it seems like her happiness is more prevalent. And I like that—knowing I make her happy.

Roy starts to help her down the stairs, but I cut him with a glare as I get out, and he immediately stops. He knows better than to touch what’s mine.

I’m beside her in a flash, taking her hand in mine and kissing the top of it as my ravenous gaze slinks up her beautiful body, unable to fight the urge to feast on it.

I clasp her jaw, my lips dropping to her ear. “You look incredible. Unsure if I can resist fucking you before we get there.”

“Get where?” she whispers, her slinky tone making me rock-hard already.

I let out a deep chuckle, eyes flashing with desire. “Trying to get information out of a desperate man?”

“Did it work?”

I shake my head, a smirk tipping up one side. “I’ve been under much more intense interrogations, mo ban dia.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.” She wraps an arm around my back, the other sneaking between us and wrapping around my dick.

Hissing, I bite her bottom lip, needing to punish this temptress she’s apparently become. “You keep touching me like this, wife, and I’ll fuck you bent over the car for all of them to see.”

I kiss her slowly, sensually, and she groans under her breath.

“That would be bad.”

“It would.” I lick across the seam of her mouth. “Especially because then I’d have to kill them for it.”

“You have quite the fondness for murder.”

“If you think that’s bad, you’d be scared of my fondness for you.” Sliding my hand to the back of her head, her hair splayed through my fingers, I capture her lips, kissing her with maddening fury.

As I reluctantly pull back, my forehead drops over hers. “We should probably go before we never leave.”

“Probably.” She kisses me again, and I let out a growl, tugging her head back.

“Behave.”

I like this side of her. Want more of it.

“I’ll try.” Her cheeks are flushed, pink lipstick ruined, but it doesn’t look as though she cares.

Taking her hand, I lead her all the way down the rest of the way, helping her into the SUV while saying a silent prayer that I don’t get tempted to rip her dress to shreds before we’ve even had our night out. I mutter a curse as I readjust myself in my slacks before coming around to the driver’s side. Getting in, I take us on the road. Her leg bounces, her shy glances making me want to kiss the holy hell out of her. My palm drops to the top of her leg, wanting to touch her any way I can.

She clears her throat. “So, I was thinking of signing Fia up for preschool, maybe three days a week.”

Making a right, I look over at her before my eyes return to the road. “That’s a good idea. Adora is in one. We can send her there.”

“Oh, that would be a lot of fun for her. I think she’s already decided Adora is her BFF.”

“They’re family. No one is closer to us than that.”

Her face goes downcast. Fuck. She’s probably thinking about that piece-of-shit father of hers, and I use that term loosely.

“Hey, my family is your family now. You know that, right?”

Her tear-filled eyes land on mine as she nods. “I love your family.”

Love.

Until this moment, I didn’t realize how much I wanted to hear her tell me she loves me too.

“They love you too, babe.”

“Speaking of my family…” Her voice lowers, and my pulse kicks up, unsure if I’m gonna like where this is going. She clears her throat. “So, Julius texted me yesterday wanting to grab lunch, and I want to go.”

I consider it. I could say no, but that would make me a shit husband, and I really don’t wanna be a shit husband. But I don’t like that family. I don’t care how nice her brother was. Though I know how much she wants to connect to the only family she has. I can’t get in her way.

“Okay.”

“Really?” Surprise marks her features.

“Yeah. I can fly you there, but I’ll be coming with you.”

“Of course.” She lowers a palm to my bicep. “I want you with me.”

When she smiles big and bright, I know I made the right decision.

“Also…” she adds. “I was talking to my friends today, and they want to come over this weekend. Would that be okay?”

“Of course. It’s a good idea. I think it’s time I met Emily anyway. Don’t you?” I let out a laugh.

She grabs my hand and drops her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

Kissing the top of her head, I squeeze her thigh tighter. “Anything for you, baby.”

AMARA

An hour later, we arrive at a trendy steakhouse restaurant, lights dimmed as he takes me up the steps and ushers me inside.

“We’re heading to the rooftop,” he tells me as a maître d’ shows us to an elevator.

As I look around the main floor, I find it empty.

“Where is everyone?” I whisper just as we get in.

“There’s no one here but us, little rabbit. I rented it out.”

My eyes expand. “Wow. That’s sweet.”

And expensive.

His fingers squeeze mine as we enter the elevator for a quick ride before we’re walking into the upper level of the restaurant. A single round table with a black tablecloth and small votive candles in the center greets us. The overhead canopy is covered in mood lighting, changing between blue, pink, and deep purple.

When a chill crawls up my skin, he shakes off his jacket. “Put this on, baby.”

He holds it out as I slip my arms through the sleeves, his expensive woodsy cologne hitting my nostrils. It’s like my own canopy of heaven.

He pulls the chair for me, and once I’m seated, he drags his beside me, his leg touching mine. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look already?”

“Maybe.” My cheeks hurt from how big I smile, his eyes dancing to my lips with a warm current, making my belly flop.

“I can’t seem to stop.” The back of his hand strokes my jaw, and my heart lurches, rendering me unable to look away.

A waitress clears her throat, but he doesn’t pay her any mind, his attention cemented on me.

“May I get you two something to drink?”

“Bourbon neat for me. And rosé for her. For dinner, we will have all of the chef’s specials.”

“Coming right up.” She places two waters on the table and disappears.

I’m glad for it, wanting us to be alone with his hands on me, those eyes swimming with want and affection.

“The food here is amazing…” His voice grows huskier, his free hand slinking up my thigh, taking the dress with it.

“I don’t care what we eat,” I whisper, my heart racing uncontrollably as I wonder what he’ll do next.

“Neither do I.” He drops his lips to my throat, groaning as he kisses me there. “Because nothing tastes better than you.”

Before I can reply, he drives two fingers inside me, working me deeper as I fight not to cry out in absolute mind-bending pleasure.

“There you go.” The waitress appears, and when I try to move his hand, he doesn’t let me, keeping it where it is.

She places our drinks on the table while he thrusts deeper.

“If I can get you guys anything else, please just let me know.”

Thrust.

“The food will be here shortly.”

Thrust.

“Oh God,” I grit, accidently hitting the table with my fist.

“What?” She stares at me, unable to see what my husband is currently doing to me under the table.

“She’s just looking forward to eating. Aren’t you, baby? Such a hungry little thing.”

Thrust.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, my legs quivering.

“Oh, you’re going to love everything here.”

He chuckles, staring right at me while his thumb works my clit faster. “She’s not wrong. So damn delicious.”

She smiles politely, strutting away.

That’s when I let out a small moan before he assaults me with a faster rhythm, jaw gritted, a muscle in his neck popping as he watches me intently.

“You’re so damn wet, you’re gonna dirty this dress.”

“Oh God!”

I hadn’t thought about it, but the fear lasts only a second, because with a flick of his thumb, I’m soaring. As a cry slips out, he seals his mouth with mine and swallows my sounds of pleasure, fingers stretching and pistoning deeper, until another orgasm crests. And once again, he’s sending me flying so high, my body fills with euphoria.

When the release ebbs and flows through my veins, he finally slows, sliding his fingers out of me and slipping them into his mouth to suck them dry.

“I was right. Mouthwatering.” He fists my hair, eyes tense while I glance down at his erection, wanting to do what he did to me.

I want to make him come. My heart races, but before I lose my patience, I pull the chair back, and he releases his hold on me. His brows draw together, and the shock on his face when I lower to my knees under the table and start undoing his buckle has me smirking.

“Baby, you don’t—fuuck.” His head falls back when I slide my hand into his pants and grab the crown of his erection, feeling his cold piercings against my skin.

The idea of being caught only excites me. I hide beneath the tablecloth, taking out his cock and stroking it while his palm slips under and pushes my head down.

“Suck me, wife.”

At his heated words, I drop my mouth and take the tip, registering his low curses as I suck more of his velvety hard flesh. My fingers curl around the base while I use the other hand to touch his ripped abs through his dress shirt.

“Jesus, Amara. Fuck, I’m gonna fill that dirty mouth of yours and watch you swallow it all.”

When I moan around him, he releases a growl, pushing my head down and forcing me to gag.

“Here you are, sir.” The waitress returns, and my pulse jumps.

For a moment, I freeze, but he keeps his palm splayed over the back of my head, and I can’t help but gag again. When she hears a noise, she clears her throat.

Oh my God, she knows. She has to.

But I continue sucking him deeper, unable to stop. The possibility of her knowing only makes this that much more thrilling.

“Thank you,” he mutters, groaning under his breath. “Go. Now.”

The next thing I hear is her quick footsteps, growing further away.

“Shit, baby, that’s it. Take all of me.”

I suck him all the way down. When another animalistic growl edges out of him, it gives me more courage.

“Good girl, sucking me so good.”

Twirling my tongue around his crown, I hollow my cheeks, tightening my lips while he winds my hair around his wrist. His movements turn savage, controlling the hurried pace, the sounds coming out of him completely unhinged. And the next thing I know is he’s holding me hostage around his cock, shooting down my throat.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take every drop.”

And I do. I taste him and want more.

My God, I want this man. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never will with anyone else.

Because Fionn Quinn is mine, and I am his. And no matter how badly I try to deny it, he’s everything I’ve always wanted.