Wicked Savage: Chapter 14

I’ve been counting down the days until I see her, and each one feels like an eternity.

The fact that I can’t just jump on the jet and be with her whenever I want drives me insane. But between my work and her college schedule, it hasn’t exactly been practical.

She’s been quiet the last week, playing it off as stress from exams. I get it; I’ve been in her shoes. But the more I think about it, the more I wonder if something else is going on. Maybe something at home, something she isn’t telling me. I figure I’ll get a read on her once we’re face-to-face.

Rolling up to the entrance, I hand my ID to the guard. He checks it against his tablet and then, with a click, the gate opens.

I take the left turn like she told me, heading toward house number six. A red sports coupe sits in the wide driveway, flanked by two SUVs—one of which I know is Boris’s from the plates.

Stepping out of the car, my shoes hit the pavement as I make my way up the stairs. Before I can reach for the bell, the door swings open…and there she is.

Fucking perfect.

She’s in a short, flared black dress that hugs her in all the right places, her hair falling in thick waves over her shoulders. Those long, tanned legs, the thin heels that make me think of her wrapped around my waist. And that bracelet—the one I got her—glistening against her wrist like she’s wearing it for me.

God, I can’t wait to get my hands on her.

I’ve never come in my pants just by looking at a woman, but I may start now.

“Are you gonna keep staring, or are you going to come here and give me a kiss hello?” Her pink lips tip up at the corners, and I remember to breathe.

“Damn, baby.” I drag my gaze over her, taking in every inch. “You got all dressed up for me?” I close the last bit of distance between us, my hands aching to touch her.

She shrugs, her hungry gaze sweeping down my body, and I like it—like knowing she enjoys what she sees too.

“Looks like you did the same.”

“Oh yeah?” I grab her jaw and bring her mouth dangerously close to mine. “Are you saying I look pretty?” My lips curl, mouth stroking hers.

“So pretty,” she groans.

My hands cup her ass as I bring her flush against me and kiss her deeper, my cock instantly hard.

“Damn tease in this tiny dress.” I drop a kiss to her throat, my fingers inching up her inner thigh, finding her…

What the fuck?

“Where are your panties?” I back my head away just enough to look at her smug expression.

“Oh, no.” Her brow arches, a devious glint in those eyes. “I must’ve forgotten to put them on. Silly me.”

“Jesus Christ, Dinara,” I grunt, adjusting my hard-on.

When she notices it, she appears proud of herself.

“Yeah, you just keep looking at it like that and I’m gonna bend you over right here and fuck you.”

Her face blooms with heat. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

“Damn, baby.” I grab her ass and pull her back to me. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?” My mouth feathers over her pretty lips, inhaling her like oxygen.

“Hopefully have dinner with me and maybe enjoy a dip in the indoor jacuzzi after?”

“Mm, you wet and naked. It’s like you’re trying to top our last weekend.”

“Never said I’d be naked.”

I chuckle, rolling my knuckles down her cheek. “Oh, baby, you will be.”

She throws her arms over my shoulders and smiles, giving me a quick peck on the mouth. “You’re cute.”

“Pretty. Cute. You’re giving me a complex.”

“Would you prefer devilishly handsome and endowed as a motherfucker?” Her full lips quirk up.

I fist her hair. “That’s much better.”

As I’m about to kiss her, a throat clears behind her, and I glance back, a little annoyed to be interrupted. A short woman with dark hair stands there, not much younger than my father.

When Dinara turns around, her face flushes. “Sonya, hi. Do you need something?”

“I’m sorry,” the woman says. “The cook said dinner will be ten minutes.”

“Right, of course.” Dinara takes my hand, and I like how she doesn’t hesitate, like she’s taking charge. “This is Cillian. And this is Sonya.”

“Ma’am.” I nod in her direction.

“Nice to meet you. I’ll go now,” Sonya adds, giving a small, knowing smile before she heads out.

Once she’s out of view, Dinara looks back at me. “She’s the head housekeeper. I’m not really used to managing everyone on my own. My family did all that before.”

“Must be a big change.” I follow her through the house, past a sitting room and into the dining area.

In the center is a grand ten-person table, already set with a white tablecloth and two place settings, a blue floral arrangement in the middle.

She shrugs a little, blowing out a breath. “My family thought I needed to grow up and try living on my own. I miss having my siblings around, but…it’s been okay. Kinda starting to like the independence. Plus…” She smirks, and I catch a hint of something mischievous in her expression. “I get to have you here without interruptions.”

I raise a brow. “Is that so? And what would we be doing?”

Her grin widens, and it’s all the invitation I need. My fingers slide up her back, twining in her hair as I back her up against the wall, needing my fix.

“I didn’t mean right now.” She exhales a cry when my fingers stroke her pussy, drenched and pulsing for me already.

“That’s too bad, because I did.”

I thrust a finger inside her, and she groans against my chest. When I tilt up her chin, our eyes lock as her arousal grows the more I touch her, rubbing her clit at the same time.

“What if someone walks in?” She can barely speak, fighting her feminine gasps.

“Then you’d better hurry up and give me what I need.”

“Oh shit.” Her head falls back, eyes shut, face twisting with desire when I add a second finger, working her faster and deeper.

“So you walk around with this perfect pussy out with your bodyguards here?” My free hand slides to her back, lifting up her dress before I spank her hard, the sound resonating through the space.

“Yes. Is that a problem?” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth.

I clasp her throat, working her faster while her eyes roll back and her body trembles.

“This is mine, Dinara.”

Thrust.

“I don’t share.”

Thrust.

“So if anyone so much as looks at you the way I do, they’re already dead.” I drive into her again while her nails dig into my flesh.

“Is that a promise?”

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

She drenches my fingers, her tightness snug around me, and I only wish it were my dick.

Footfalls from somewhere in the house draw nearer, and her eyes widen for a second before they’re lost to the pleasure once again.

“Whoever is walking over is about to hear you come, baby.”

“Cillian, oh God! Please…” she whispers, breathing labored, lips quivering.

Those footsteps grow closer, her pussy clasping me tighter, convulsing with waves while I continue to tease her clit at the same time.

“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

“Cillian!” she groans just as her release shakes through her.

My mouth slams to hers, swallowing her desperate cries, wringing every drop of her orgasm. Her cunt squeezes me like a vise as I draw back to watch this beautiful thing give in to me.

“You’re so damn tight. If my cock was inside you right now, you’d suck all the cum right out of it.”

“Oh God, yes, don’t stop.”

Her body continues to writhe and twist in pleasure, and I wouldn’t stop even if God himself asked me to. When she relaxes, I slip out of her, running my fingers over my mouth before sucking them dry.

“Damn, you always taste so good.” I grab her nape and run my lips over hers, my tongue sinking into her mouth so she can taste herself too.

Her kisses turn savage, biting and hungry, her tongue tangling with mine. She’s a wild little thing, and I can’t wait to teach her everything there is to learn.

“That was so hot.” Her lips skim mine.

“Which part?” I laugh under my breath.

“All of it.”

“Forget food…” My mouth drops to her neck as she bends her head back, giving me space to explore every inch of skin. “I want you upstairs so I can have my fill of you.”

My fingers return to her drenched core, and I don’t even register the footsteps. Don’t notice the presence lingering in the doorway or the throat-clearing meant to get our attention. Not until⁠—

“Ms. Marinova, the food is ready. Should we serve it?”

My body goes rigid. A deafening pulse pounds in my ears.

What did he just call her?

I heard it. Clear as day.

Marinova.

The name slams into me like a sledgehammer, splitting through my chest, ripping something vital apart.

Why the hell did he call her that?