Filthy Savage: Chapter 7

Pushing her up against the outside of my hotel door, I clasp the side of her throat and drown in her wild eyes, filled with the same need coursing through me.

That kiss…shit. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman who made me want to kiss her that badly before.

Now, all I want is to do it again.

And again…

Want her in my bed. In my car. On the motherfucking floor.

But I’d be taking advantage. We both know that.

Would it make me a bigger asshole to fuck her now, or to make her wait for it until I know she’s over that prick?

“Emily…” I drop my forehead to hers, exhaling a harsh breath.

She scoffs. “Are you serious right now?” Angrily, she pushes at my chest with both palms, glaring at me with hurt in her gorgeous features. “I can’t believe I thought you actually liked me.”

“Fuck, babe, I do. But⁠—”

“No.” She slides away from me, and I let her go.

Holding out a hand, she stops me from moving forward, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Save it. I’m going to my room. I don’t want to hear anything else. Goodnight, Fionn.”

This right here breaks my heart. But maybe it’s for the best.

She doesn’t belong in my world anyway. Too sweet and good. All the things that I’m not. It’s better to let her go now before things go further.

She starts for her room, giving me one last broken look, and I’m close to stopping her.

But I don’t.

Once her door is shut, I mutter a curse and head into my own, my fist flying straight for the wall, but I barely feel the pain. Bet she’s over there crying, thinking I didn’t find her attractive or some messed-up shit like that.

Gotta get her out of my head, though. She’ll be gone soon. Hell, I don’t even know her full name, and maybe it’s best I don’t.

Reaching into my jacket pocket, I remove a pair of her used panties. The ones I stole from her room after the wedding ceremony was over, when I disappeared for a few.

Bringing them to my nose, I inhale her scent. It feeds the fiery obsession simmering in my bloodstream.

I want her. Need her. Want to consume her.

It’s not normal. I know that. But when the hell have I ever been normal?

Fuck.

I wanted these panties as soon as I saw them peeking beneath her blue sundress in her room. Now they’re mine.

Balling them, I return the simple white cotton back into my pocket.

Didn’t expect her to wear anything lacy. But I don’t give a shit. With me, she wouldn’t be wearing any.

Slipping out of my jacket, I work my tie off next, unbuttoning the shirt, needing to take care of this hard-on in the shower with thoughts filled with that sexy goddess next door.

Just as I’m about to do that, I hear a noise from her room.

Like she’s crying.

Motherfucker. I’m a bastard.

Heading toward the adjacent wall, I try to get a better listen. Maybe I should go over there and talk to her.

But the more I hear, the more I wonder if I’m hearing right.

“What the…”

She’s moaning. And it’s not from tears.

“Shit.”

Is she touching herself?

My head falls backward, my fist around the crown of my cock as I stroke it through my trousers.

I shouldn’t. Nothing good will come from it. But it’s all I want. All she wants. What kind of man would I be to deny her?

Just one night. That’s all I need to get her out of my system.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’ve got the universal hotel keycard in my hand, opening the door that separates our rooms. Everyone in my family has one. But she doesn’t know that.

Not yet, anyway.

The door silently opens, and her moans fill my ears.

Holy shit.

Her bedroom’s to the right of the living space. She’s so close, I can taste her.

My footsteps fall with a low thud, my blood filling my ears.

When I get nearer, I find her door slightly ajar.

And she’s there, fucking naked, the dress hung over a chair, her thighs spread open, fingers working her pussy. Her nipples are large and beaded, just waiting for me to taste and suck each one.

Want to bury my face in her sweet cunt and watch her let go around my tongue.

“Yes, Fionn,” she cries, eyes shut, teeth scraping her bottom lip.

I let out a growl when hearing my name.

Fuck.

Her eyes instantly pop open, and at first, she doesn’t notice me. Maybe there’s a chance I can still save this. Watch her some more.

She gasps when our gazes connect.

Damn it. Too late.

“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” She yanks the blanket up to cover herself.

I snicker, pushing my way in. “Well, I was gonna stand here and watch you make yourself come thinking about me, but instead, I’d rather join you.”

Her face turns crimson, teeth nipping her bottom lip.

There’s no way I can deny her or myself now. Not when I’ve seen her like this, touching herself while saying my name like that.

“Chan eil mi làidir gu leòr,” I mutter.

My jaw clenches, cock throbbing painfully. All rationality slipping away.

“What was I doing to you, little rabbit?” I advance closer. “How was I fucking that sweet pussy?”

Her chest grows flushed.

So perfect.

“Were you bent over, gripping the sheets while I took you roughly from behind?” I advance another step, and she backs into the headboard, body trembling with each ragged inhale. “Maybe you were riding me, using my body how you like. Is that it?”

She nods.

And my control instantly vanishes.

“Fuck it.”

In a flash, I’m on her, grabbing her jaw and kissing her with everything I have. My fingers slide into her hair as I force my tongue into her mouth, sucking hers into mine.

When I back away, she swallows, trying to catch her breath.

“Fionn?” she whispers with a trembled breath. “What’s happening?”

My fingers are on my cuffs, undoing them quickly, needing her like oxygen.

She watches me as I start on the buttons, releasing the shirt from my body while she bites that damn lip. My eyes grow heavy-lidded. I want this woman badly enough I’d scorch the earth just to have her.

I fling my shirt over the chaise, stepping out of my shoes before I fall closer to her needy, irresistible body. As I stare down at her, my palm wraps around her throat.

“You’re watching me lose control.” I tip her chin up with my thumb. “I can’t resist you anymore.”