Page 146 of Wicked Savage

My gaze wanders down her curves, every inch of her visible to prying eyes through that damn see-through nothing of a dress.

“You thought you could walk away from me and I’d let you go?”

Her arms round her body as she stands there, head held high.

A smirk curls over my face, my thumb brushing over her fuckable mouth. My lips lower, barely grazing hers.

“You’re such a bad little wife. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” When she doesn’t answer, I do it for her. “They get punished.”

“I’m not your wife.” The words are laced with vitriol.

A finger feathers between the swell of her breasts. “But you will be.”

Her lips pull up. “What would you have done if you’d lost? If I’d become someone else’s.”

Gripping her chin, my teeth snap. “I’ll kill anyone who takes what belongs to me. And you, leannan? You belong tome.”

I back away, but the strength in her features is unwavering.

“Strip.” I tug on the thin strap of her gown. “Before I do it for you.”

Her hands drift to the straps of her dress, gliding them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric slips lower, inch by inch, revealing the soft curves of her breasts, her nipples tightening in the cool air. Every glimpse of bare skin is a gift, a temptation I can never resist.

I’ll never get enough of her.

The dress falls at her feet until she’s in nothing but her heels.

My cock jerks.

Fuck.

“Mask off too.”

She starts to slide it up, and when I see her, all of her, my damn heart just about rips from my chest. My fingers reach for her curves, gliding down from her sternum to her pretty cunt, her skin shivering under my touch.

“You were gonna give all this to someone else?” I cup her pussy, my eyes locked with her unrelenting gaze. “This is mine, Dinara. All mine.”

“I don’t belong to you.” The challenge in her tone only makes me want her more.

Two fingers slide inside her, thrusting deep. When she moans, a dry chuckle falls from my chest, and I fist her hair with my free hand, pulling her head back.

“Oh, you do belong to me. For the rest of your life. I can guarantee it.”

“How the hell did you find me?” She tugs on her bottom lip when I massage her G-spot, pressing deeper until her body quivers.

“Konstantin told me.”

“Bastard. Both of you…” she grits. “Oh God!”

A feminine cry escapes her. So damn sexy and needy for it. I flick her clit, her core hot and wet for me. She gasps when I do it again, mouth parting, eyes filled with want.

“This is the last time I will say this, so you’d better listen, Mrs. Quinn.”

At the mention of her new name, her jaw clenches, causing me to smirk.

“You don’t so much as allow another man to look at you. This body is mine. If you disobey, there’ll be no stopping what I do.”

“You’d hurt me?” Her stare narrows.

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