Page 54 of Savage Claim

A savage looking smile spread across her face. It wasn’t a nice smile, but it made my jeans go tight nonetheless. “You’re only calling me that because you know I’m right.”

My fingers slid into her hair and gripped hard. “I’m calling you a fucking brat because you are one.”

Despite my hold on her, Isabella wrapped her arms around my neck. “Yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes at me. “If you’re going to say it, you might as well do something about it.”

I knew, even as I fit our lips together, that she was trying to distract me. I knew that Gemma was going to use this time to scuttle back to her room—if she had any brains, she would anyway—but it was hard to care with Isabella carding her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine.

I glanced down at her body; she was wearing a dress. Good, that makes things easier. “Lose the panties,dolcezza.”

Isabella shivered, but she let me go, and I watched as she slid her hands beneath her dress. She pushed her panties down her thighs and let them fall to her ankles. When she was done, she reached for my jeans, deftly unzipping the fly.

I could take Isabella to our room, but the part of my brain that was in control right now didn’t think we’d make it that far. I didn’t want to wait that long. I hiked her up into my arms, using my hands under her thighs and the wall to steady her.

“Are you going to seduce me every time your sister pisses me off?” I growled against her throat.

Isabella tipped her head back, and I followed the movement with lips and teeth, nibbling at all of the spots on her neck that made her shiver against me. “Probably,” she said, practically purring.

I chuckled and dug my teeth in a little harder, lifting her up higher so that I could position the head of my cock against her pussy. Our eyes met and held as I bullied my way inside of her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, whining softly. “Fuck,” I swore, thrusting upward. “You’re so tight like this.”

Isabella moaned, and her thighs squeezed around me. She tucked her face against my neck, and I could feel small, fluttering kisses that sent maddening, little zips of sensation down my spine. “Do you feel good?” she murmured in my ear.

Fuck. I shivered, and my hips jerked faster. “Always,dolcezza,” I groaned. The hall was filled with the sound of our hips slapping together and our heavy breathing. I could feel her inner muscles spasming around me. “You’re going to come.”

She groaned. “Yes,” she hissed. “Yesyesyesyes.” I murmured soft encouragement in her ear, calling her good girl and the like as she tumbled over the edge. The way her pussy squeezed had me following her with a grunt.

I held her for a moment before I lowered her back to the ground. I kissed her forehead, soft. “Keep your sister out of my way,dolcezza,” I told her. “It would be better for everyone that way.”

Her eyes met mine. She was sweaty and beautiful. “I’ll try,” she promised.

CHAPTER 34

Isabella

“Come on, Gem,” I called through the closed door. “Why don’t we go take a walk? I’ll bet I can get Damian to take us.” I wasn’t sure of that at all, actually, but Gemma hadn’t come out of her room since the incident in the hallway. It had been days, and she barely let me into her room at all.

“Leave me alone,” came a muffled reply through the door.

“I can’t do that. You’ve been in there for days.”

“Then take a fucking hint.” Her voice was downright cruel, dripping in venom. Gemma and I hadn’t spent much time together growing up, and we had never had a contemptuous sibling relationship. Hearing her speak like that to me now was physically painful.

I squared my shoulders. “I’ll leave you alone for now,” I called. “But if I have to get someone to drag you out for lunch later, I will.” I practically sprinted away before I could hear her response; I’m sure whatever she’d said would only make me feel worse.

I nearly bowled Amalia over in the hallway. She took one look at my face and steered me to the kitchen. I was filled with appreciation for her: she had taken to finding ways to cheer me up. She loaded a plate with chocolate chip cookies and placed it in front of me before she turned to put the kettle on. “Earl Grey or something lighter?” she asked, opening a box full of tea bags.

“English Breakfast.” She and I were both monitoring my caffeine intake, but a cup of tea or coffee a day was fine.

Amalia hummed softly to herself as she poured my tea and added just the right amount of milk and sugar. “She’s still refusing to come out?” she asked.

I groaned and put my head into my arms. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I heard, more than saw, her set down my mug in front of me. “I told her that I would drag her out at lunch if I had to.”

Amalia snorted. “I can’t see that going well.”

“Me either,” I hummed and reached for my mug. It was warm in my hands and helped to ground me. “Do you think I should do it anyway?”

She shrugged. “Elio would help if you asked.” Elio and I were still warming back up to each other. He’d made a stammering apology for what he’d said to me, and I accepted it, but it was still awkward between us.

“I think that’s an even worse idea.”

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