Wicked Savage: Chapter 10

I would’ve kept her bent over that table for hours, but I knew we had to go. Wouldn’t be fair for her to get fucked with management walking in on us. Then I’d have to kill them, and the whole thing would be messy.

She glances at me from the passenger side as I stop right in front of the park, not ready for her to go. Her face flushes, the warmth spreading like a gentle burn across her skin, probably from the memory of what we just did.

Wish I didn’t have to wear a condom every time.

Wouldn’t have to if you married her. Could fuck her raw every single day.

Or maybe she can get on the pill.

I do like the first option a lot better…

When I chuckle, she stares at me curiously. “What are you laughing about?”

“Just wondering what I have to do to make you get on the pill so I can feel your pretty pink cunt when I’m inside you.”

She swallows, clearing her throat. “I can speak to my doctor about that. I never had a reason to be on it before.”

“You do now.” I smirk, and her smile expands before she huffs out a breath.

“This is crazy, right?” She shifts toward me. “We barely know each other, and it feels like I’ve known you forever. Does it feel like that for you? And be honest.” She throws a hand in the air. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way.”

She shakes her head when I stare at her without a word, finding her nervousness quite cute.

“Crap. Maybe I should’ve kept all that psycho mumbo-jumbo to myself. Sometimes I say things I shouldn’t.”

I clasp her thigh. “I’d listen to you all day, Dinara. Even if you were reading the damn dictionary.” My hand glides higher, slipping between her legs. “And you’re right. This is crazy because all I want is to be around you, and the fact that you’re miles away kills me. Maybe I can convince you to move in.”

She laughs. “Be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“Now you’re being crazy.” Her face twists playfully.

I slide my palm up and cup her pussy. “I thought you liked it when I’m crazy.”

“This is too crazy.” She bites her lip, suppressing a moan as I work my palm into her.

“You know, back in our great-great-grandparents’ age, couples used to know each other for like two days before they got married.”

“Whoa. Now you’re asking me to marry you?” Her laugh is rich and throaty, vibrating through the air with an alluring warmth.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” I grab her jaw and lean in. “When I ask you, you’ll know.”

Her cheeks flush.

“So you don’t wanna move in, huh?”

“Don’t sound so wounded.” She runs a single finger up my forearm. “I promise to make it up to you in other ways.”

“What ways, baby?” My cock jerks because it definitely just sounded like she meant her mouth sucking me dry.

Her brows arch, and from her facial expression, I bet the same thought just hit her.

“Um…I…”

Grabbing her hand, I squeeze it. “You don’t owe me anything. Ever.”

“But I didn’t…you know…”

“Suck my dick?” I grin.

“Mm-hmm.” The way her cheeks get all red is damn adorable.

“That’s okay, love. There’s always next time.” I bring her knuckles to my lips. “I was very happy to eat that pretty cunt of yours instead.”

She clears her throat, a jerky hand pushing hair away from her face. “You can do that anytime.”

“I plan to do that every chance I get. I just don’t know how I’m going to survive not seeing you until Friday.”

“That’s only four days away.” She pops a brow. “I’m sure you can survive it.”

“Doubt it.”

Her laugh rings out, and it’s the sweetest cure for everything rotten inside me.

In the rearview mirror, I catch sight of Boris’s SUV.

“It’s not too late to come home with me.”

“Very tempting.” Her giggle sends a jolt through me, igniting every inch of my body with a hunger I’ve never known with anyone else.

Our eyes align, and with every breath she takes, it grows heavier. My lips find her forehead, pressing a soft kiss as my hands gently cradle her face, pulling her closer.

“Make sure you text me when you get home,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her slowly, inhaling the floral scent of her perfume. Think I need a bottle of my own so I can carry her scent with me when she’s not around.

Damn, you’ve seriously lost it. What has gotten into you with this girl?

Fuck if I know.

“Thank you for tonight,” she whispers. “I had a really nice time.”

“Me too.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps that fill the car. In a single motion, I drag her onto my lap, my hands threading through her silky hair as I lose myself in the depth of her gaze.

In this moment, it feels as if everything has aligned—like the universe itself conspired to bring her to me.

“Cillian…” Her fingers graze my cheek, and the sensation pierces me to the core.

My jaw clenches, fingers curling into fists as I fight the overwhelming urge to take control, to own her in ways I know I shouldn’t.

Not yet.

She’s so fragile—so soft under my hands—but there’s a darker hunger rising in me, a need to devour her, to make her mine in every sense. To possess her so completely, she won’t remember a time when it was anything but me.

When her tongue slides into my mouth, my control snaps. Before I can stop myself, a growl escapes, and suddenly, I’m the one kissing her—hard and unrestrained, as if one kiss can make her mine. My hands roam freely while hers grip my back and neck, drawing me closer, as if we’re trying to become one. Completely consumed by one another.

No hesitation. No boundaries.

The way I crave her, the way I feel her hunger reflected in me, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. I can’t let go of this. Of her. I can’t walk away.

If I was a better man, I would. She’s too young, too innocent, to be thrown into my world. But I can’t bring myself to care. I want her. And when I want something, nothing and no one will stop me from having it.

Her hips grind over me, my cock throbbing for her. She can make me hard with a single stare. That’s how much power she has.

My fingers slither between us, finding her pussy still soaked. My God, I want her. Need her again before she’s gone for days.

I should fuck her right here. It’s dark enough outside. The windows are tinted. No one here but us. Pushing her back a little, I reach for my belt, my eyes glued to hers as I undo it, lowering my zipper down slow.

“What are you doing?” Her tone is urgent and aroused as she catches my movements.

“Lift up,” I demand, sliding my pants down just enough to get my dick out.

Her eyes widen when I stroke myself, her exhales growing raspier.

“Like that?”

She nods, her tongue snaking out.

“Can’t wait to have this pussy raw so I can feel you stretch around me.”

Her chest falls in quick succession while I reach for a condom in my pocket and rip off the wrapper before slipping it on.

“Slide those panties to the side.”

She does as she’s told, exposing her glistening cunt, and all I want is to taste it and fuck it until she can’t move her legs.

Before she can protest, I push my seat all the way back and toss her onto the wheel, her startled yelp filling the air. Her legs are over my shoulders, my hands on her hips as I maneuver her closer until my tongue slides up her pussy.

I let out a deep growl, pulling her clit into my eager mouth, nibbling softly as she moves against me, desperate for everything I give, while the horn blares beneath her.

“Shit,” she chokes on the word, positioning her arms so she doesn’t hit it again.

She jolts with a moan when I work her faster, my tongue plunging in deep before I’m sucking and flicking her again. Nothing beats the taste of her: raw, intoxicating, mine.

“Yes that’s it…” She stares right at me, making me insane as she grinds into me.

And when I swirl my tongue over her flesh this time, she grabs fistfuls of my hair and cries out while I continue to taste her, to feed my own crazed depravity. Her walls spasm, giving me every drop, but I want more. I’d fuck her for hours and not let her leave if I could.

When her body starts to ease, I know she’s through, but I’m not.

I lower her back down on my lap, positioning the crown of my cock at her entrance. Slowly, I push her down onto it, sinking inch after inch into her perfect wet cunt, watching the way her face twists up in both pleasure and pain.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it.”

She circles her hips around me, her hands clinging to my shoulders, and with a single thrust, she’s filled completely.

“Oh God, Cillian!” Her core shudders.

“Ride me, baby.” I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. “I want you to use me and make yourself come while I play with your clit.”

She nods and starts to move, my eyes on hers while she takes everything from me.

Body. Soul. My beating heart.

And in this moment, I realize she has me completely, and there’s no turning back now.