Filthy Savage: Chapter 8

As soon as I say that, her breath hitches, brows furrowing. With one quick move, I snap the comforter free from her body, exposing every inch of her to my greedy eyes.

I take her in, my gaze sloping down the hills and valleys of her curves, wanting to get lost in them. With my free hand, I stroke a rosy nipple, pinching it between two fingers, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

My hand tightens around her throat. “I heard you through the wall, little rabbit. Heard the sweet sounds you were making. Was it on purpose?” I tug the other nipple, and she shuts her eyes with a cry. “Did you want me to hear you so I couldn’t resist?”

“Maybe?” She whimpers, staring up at me hungrily.

“Well, here I am, baby girl.” A growl crawls from deep in my chest. “And now there’s no going back.”

She’s nervous. It’s not hard to see how much. Yet she also wants this badly.

I’m done fighting it.

I tilt her chin up even more, and her eyes latch on to mine, glassy and desperate. Relentless as hell too.

What a beautiful sight.

“Remove my belt. And if you fuck up, I’ll punish you.”

Her gaze grows, yet she doesn’t resist, sitting up on the edge of the bed. When she clutches the buckle with tentative hands, her fingers shake and it slips from her grasp. As it does, I grab her hips and flip her facedown on the bed, slapping her ass hard until she yelps, my fingers sinking inside her wet cunt before I slap her again.

My body falls over hers, hips circling into her ass, lips brushing behind her ear. “I warned you. Now be a good girl and don’t mess up this time.”

She nods with a whimper as I rise to full height, waiting for her to turn back around. When she does, her breathing’s labored, her face flushed, but her fingers are surer this time as she undoes the buckle and yanks the belt free, refusing to look at me.

“Don’t stop now. Pants too.”

She pants, finally giving me those eyes I crave.

Wonder how many men she’s been with and how much experience she has. Doubt it’s that much from the way she’s trembling.

That’s okay. I like that better. Gonna teach her everything.

She unhooks the button of my trousers, the zipper too, before she’s looking up at me with unsure eyes.

“Drag them down.”

She bites her bottom lip and my fingers sink into her hair, groaning from the feeling of her soft strands.

Her small hands pull my pants lower, taking my boxers with them until I’m stepping out of them.

“Good fucking girl.” I roll her long hair around my wrist and snap her head back when she tries to look at my dick. “I like how well you listen. Keep it up and I’ll reward you.” I tug harder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

My growl of approval has her pulling that bottom lip into her mouth.

“You keep biting that lip and I’m gonna pry that mouth apart and see how much of my cock you can fit before you’re gagging on it.”

“Oh God,” she moans, so damn dirty I barely recognize the shy little girl she was earlier.

I release her, and her eyes immediately land on my jutting erection. A slow grin appears on my face as I drag my fist up and down the thick shaft, my thumb rolling over the three king’s crown piercings.

She stares at it, her tits jittering from her uneven breaths. “I—I’ve never seen a pierced one before.”

My chuckle has her glancing up. “How many have you seen exactly?”

And why do I wanna wipe the memory of every single one from your head?

“Just one.”

“His?” The word comes out with rage hung around each letter.

She nods, and I hate that he got to touch something so beautiful. To hurt her…

Fuck. I need to kill him. I won’t be able to go on knowing he’s alive.

When her finger grazes the tip of my dick, I forget all about him.

“Keep touching it, baby.” A grunt escapes.

Nervously, she reaches for the piercings, tracing each one slowly. “Did these hurt?”

“At the time, yeah. Now, not at all.”

“Do they feel good?” Her innocent eyes suck me in.

I cup her jaw. “They will for you.”

“Oh…” She swallows.

I laugh to myself. She has no idea how good it can be.

“Stroke me, baby.”

“I don’t really know how to do it right. He always said⁠—”

Grabbing her throat, I grind my teeth. “Don’t fucking finish that sentence. He doesn’t exist here.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wanna make it up to me?” I hit her with a half-smile.

“Yes.”

My pulse beats faster. I’m a lucky bastard to have this sweet little thing staring up at me, all innocent and shy.

“Grab my cock. Right at the base.”

Shaky fingers curl around me, peering up expectantly like she wants my instructions, and my dick jerks at the obedience.

“Squeeze it tighter.”

“Like this?” Her small hand doesn’t reach all the way around.

“Yeah, just like that. Now stroke me and keep your hand real tight.”

She fists me up and down, and shit, it feels so damn good.

“Yes, good girl,” I grunt. “That’s it. Tighter.”

She submits to my every demand, and it only makes this a lot more dangerous. Her submission is exactly what I want.

She gyrates her hips as she works me, pressing her ass into the bed while I grind my teeth, wanting her cunt wide open and my tongue inside it.

“Lie down on the bed now.” I pull her hand away. “Think it’s time I got a better taste of that pretty pink pussy. Finger-fucking you just wasn’t enough.”

Her lips tremble as she stares up at me with both arousal and shock, covering her tits with her arms.

I let out a small laugh, a single finger rolling down her arm until goose bumps spread. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy now. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Clasping her wrist, I drag her palm down, then the other, until her tits are mine to see. To own. To use.

All of her is mine.

Her face flushes.

“You’re beautiful, Emily.” My palm runs down her sternum. “Don’t hide this perfect body from me, baby.”

“It’s far from perfect,” she whispers, pissing me the hell off.

I have her throat in a tight grasp before she can say another negative thing about herself. “If I said you’re perfect, it means you are.” My hand cups her jaw, thumb stroking her full mouth. “If you say one more bad thing about yourself, I will punish you. Much harder this time.”

Her gasping turns wild, eyes filled with this irresistible innocence.

I let out a deep, dark laugh. “I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Wanted to fuck you until you lost count of how many times you came. And you wanted it too, didn’t you? Wanted me to fill your cunt.”

Her breaths grow unsteady.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I wanted to know what it felt like.”

Confusion settles in my brows, my thumb rolling over that full, fuckable mouth. “What what felt like?”

Her face flushes, and she tries to look away.

“Eyes on me, little rabbit.”

Her unsure gaze only enhances my need to protect her. She’s so damn innocent, it kills me.

“Tell me what you want. Swear I’ll give it to you.”

She pinches her eyes closed. “He never made me, you know…”

Shit.

“He never made you come?”

She shakes her head, lowering her eyes to her lap.

With every second, the reasons to kill that motherfucker only increase.

I incline her face with the back of my hand. “That’s not your fault. He was fucking selfish. Let me show you how a real man treats a woman.”

Pushing her down onto the bed, I slowly force her thighs apart, even as she resists, and settle at her feet.

“Promise, I’m not him. I won’t come until you do. On my hand…” I spread her wider, groaning when I take in her pink, glistening pussy.

With a palm, I work her clit, making her back bow, the sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips.

“On my tongue…” My thumb circles her there. “Then on my cock, before you’re coming on my mouth again.”

Two fingers thrust halfway in. And damn, she looks good. Back arched, tits in the air, eyes slammed shut with her pleasure as she fists the sheets.

“Fionn…” Hearing her moan my name makes it unbearable not to flip her on all fours and claim every perfect inch of her.

Gonna find out where she lives. Maybe move her into my home. It’s big enough.

She cries out as I give it to her harder, fingers curling, taking her deeper. My cock is damn near painful.

“He’s the only one who’s been inside this little pussy?”

“Mmm, yes.”

I groan with disapproval. That bastard doesn’t deserve her.

Her mouth parts and quivers as I add a third finger while she tries to snap her knees from the pressure.

“Gonna erase every memory you had of that asshole.” I force her legs open with one palm.

“Nothing to erase,” she rasps. “He’s never been any good.”

I laugh. “Has he ever eaten you out?”

“What?”

I still my fingers inside her as she looks up.

“Has he used his mouth on you?”

She shakes her head. “He thought it was gross.”

“So I’d be the first one?”

Her unending deep breaths, her face turning crimson… Fuck, it just makes me hungrier for this woman.

“Yes.”

A smirk tips up one side of my face. “What else have you not done?”

My fingers slide out of her, dragging down to her ass. She gasps when I use her wetness to slip one finger in to my first knuckle.

“He ever take you here?”

She shakes her head. This day is getting better by the minute.

“Have you ever been tied up?”

Her brows shoot up, and she shakes her head.

I chuckle low in my chest. Of course she hasn’t. Her apprehension just makes the idea of it even better.

My knuckles roll over the slope of her breast, lower, down her torso. “Would you like to be, little rabbit? Want to be at my mercy?”

“I…uh, I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Brave girl.” A grin spreads. “How about we start slow and see what you think?”

“Okay.” Her breathing grows more labored.

“Trust me?”

“Stupidly, I do.” She laughs nervously.

“Nothing stupid about it. I’d never hurt you, mo ban dia.”

“I believe you.”

Maybe she shouldn’t. She knows nothing about me. What I do. Who I am. The things I could do to her.

“What does that mean? Mo ban dia?”

My gaze rakes down her body, drinking her in like bourbon. “My goddess. You’re damn perfect, you know that?”

She swallows thickly, lying there like a queen.

My queen.

“If you were my girl, I’d have you walking around naked for me every minute of the day, just so I could bend you over and fuck you whenever I wanted.”

Sliding a hand under her, I grab a fistful of her ass, so damn round, I wanna bury my face in it too. Rising to my feet, I grab my shirt, tearing it in half.

“You ready?”

With a shaky breath, she nods.

Taking both of her hands, I sit her up and tie her wrists behind her back. “How does that feel?”

“Okay,” she murmurs.

I settle behind her, pulling her back up to my chest, widening her legs while my fingers rake the insides of her thighs.

“If you don’t like something,” I whisper into her ear, “and want me to stop, you’ll use a safe word. What do you want it to be?”

“Uh…cranberry?”

I let out a hoarse chuckle, my cock jerking against her ass. “Okay, cranberry it is.”

If she likes this, there’s a chance she’ll enjoy the rope too.

Probably getting ahead of myself.

My hands fall to her full hips, massaging her flesh as she quivers.

“What’s your name? Your full name.”

“Why?” she breathes, momentary fear slinking in her tone.

“Because…” My fingers slide between her thighs, feathering over her warm flesh. “Once I fuck you, I’m not gonna wanna stop, so I’d like to know the name of the woman I can’t stop thinking about.”

I sink a single finger inside her, and she moans, her head falling against my shoulder, breaths rolling out of her in succession as I watch myself touch her.

Two fingers slide in and out slowly. “Think I can tease the information out of you?”

“Oh God! Probably,” she cries as I pinch her clit a little. “My—my name is Emily Daniels.”

Emily Quinn sounds so much better.

Don’t know what the hell I’m thinking, but I can’t get this woman out of my damn head.

She circles that ass over my dick, and I fist her hair, grinding my teeth as I pummel deeper, the noise of her soaked pussy twining with her moans.

“Yes, yes, oh God, Fionn!” Her cries morph into gasps, the walls of her tight cunt sucking me in, and I know she’s about to come.

I pump into her faster, swirling my finger around her clit until her entire body spasms and she’s screaming for me.

“Yes! Fionn!”

My pace increases, wanting every damn drop.

“Such a good girl, coming for me so good.” I yank her hair tighter, kissing just under her ear as her release completely takes over, body quivering, eyes pinning shut. “That’s it, keep coming for me.”

Sliding out, I slap her pussy. She jerks, whimpering when I do it again. I need inside her so fucking bad, I’m unable to wait.

Getting to my feet, I flip her over in a flash, heading for my wallet to get the condom I have.

Our eyes stay glued as I tear the wrapper with my teeth and slide the latex down over my dick. I walk over to where she still sits obediently, legs spread, waiting for her next command.

Grabbing the back of her head, I search her eyes, my heart beating like mad. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I am?” she whispers.

She still doubts it?

A slow smirk spreads across my face. “You are.”

Then I’m lifting her in my arms as she gasps from the shock of it. Her legs wrap around my hips, her eyes practically begging to own me.

Holding her up with one arm, I feather my knuckles down her cheek. “You don’t know how special you are.”

“I—”

But I don’t give her a chance to tell me I’m wrong, crushing her lips with mine until her feminine sounds vibrate across my mouth. My hands are buried in her hair as my tongue enters, sweeping over hers.

Dragging back, I hold her stare, unable to stop. “Gonna make you come harder this time. Make you squirt on my cock over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Please,” she breathes, hungry for it again.

Poor thing has been deprived. Gonna show her how good it can be.

Throwing her on the bed, ass up, chest down, I spread her knees wider, while she looks at me from over her shoulder. I make myself comfortable behind her, my knuckles running down her spine while I clutch her ass, spreading it open.

“Perfect.” When I lower my face, my tongue invades between her cheeks, the tip pressing into her entrance there before I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh God!” Her toes curl. “That’s different.”

“Good?” I chuckle.

“Yes.” Her pained, lustful cry says it all.

Rising, I clutch a fistful of her hair, pushing her face onto the mattress, her bound wrists falling against the small of her back.

“There’s no chance I’m gonna take it easy on you, little rabbit.”

“Don’t.”

Her jagged breaths, the way her brows bow and her features twist… I know she wants it just as hard. She wants me to push her all the way, and I’ll take great pleasure in it.

I press a thumb and a finger into each one of her holes, filling her up from both ends, slowly thrusting. Her pussy clamps around me and her moans grow more urgent and needy.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Yes, please…” She can barely get the words out while I increase my rhythm, and just as she’s about to come, I stop.

“No, no…please.”

Getting on my knees behind her, I stroke my cock and circle the crown against her entrance.

“I’d say I was sorry…” I grab her hair in a tight fist. “But I’m not.”

With one jerk of my hips, I’m inside her, and nothing has ever felt this good.

AMARA

He fucks me. There’s no other way to describe what he’s doing. The bed shakes.

My voice. My cries of need—loud and unabashed—unable to catch my breath. I beg him to take me harder, and I don’t even recognize who I am right now.

I like who I am with him. It’s as though, in a short time, he’s shown me who I can be.

His palm pushes into my cheek, his other hand slapping me hard across my ass. “That’s it, baby girl. Take every fucking inch and come on it.”

His animalistic grunts, the sweat coating his forehead… It’s so raw and masculine.

I’ve already come four times, him doing exactly as he promised, and I don’t know how many more I have in me.

“Yes, please don’t stop.” I’m so close, I can almost taste it.

It’s as though he knows my body better than I do. My hair is in his fist as he pistons inside so deep, it’s like I’m floating.

I had no idea what I was truly missing. And now that I know, I don’t know how I can give this guy up.

But I’ll have to.

He tugs my hair, holding on while he rams inside me, like he’s trying to ingrain himself into my body until we’re one. The sound of our skin meeting as he pounds into me only intensifies every lustful feeling. The harder he takes me, the more that sensation inside me grows, like I’m going to explode.

“Yes!” I scream, my fingers curling at the small of my back as everything in me shatters, the most intense orgasm taking hold.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy squirting all over my dick.”

I did what?!

But I have no time to think. He increases his speed until he growls, pressing his hips into me as he releases into the condom.

His movements slow, his arm curling around my front as he kisses down my spine. “You’re so damn special.”

My eyes burn at the words. It’s the second time he’s said that, and he doesn’t even realize how much it actually means to me. I’ve never heard that before.

“You okay, baby?” He tugs my chin to the side until our eyes meet, his cock still inside me.

“Mm, yeah.” A lazy smile fastens on my lips. “That was…everything.”

I let out a yawn, and he chuckles, undoing my wrists and massaging my skin there before he’s sliding out of me and tossing the condom away.

When he returns, he stands over me like a god out of Greek mythology—strong, powerful, deadly even. He has this look in his eyes, like he knows what he’s capable of. But I’m not at all scared of him.

“I want you in my bed.” He slips his arms under me, and without a fight, I let him carry me into his bedroom.

Gently, he lowers me on the soft mattress before sliding in beside me. As he tucks my satiated body against his chest, his fingertips stroke up and down my arm.

“Go to sleep. We’ll talk over breakfast tomorrow. Then maybe have a swim.”

That sounds nice.

He pulls the duvet over us, and I burrow my cheek closer against his beating heart, this sense of comfort and peace overtaking me.

I want more than anything to tell him who I am, but I can’t. My mother would ruin everything.

I have to accept this for what it is: a single night of pleasure, one I’ll never have again.

“Night.” A tight smile forms on my lips because he has no idea that I won’t be here when he wakes up.

Leaving him is the best thing I can do for the both of us.