Page 45 of Wicked Savage

“What the hell are you doing?” he growls.

The corner of my mouth angles up. “Paying you back for earlier.”

His chuckle is low and raspy, still drowning in his obvious need. “That’s not gonna work well for you, baby.”

In an instant, he grips my hips, flipping me so I’m still on his lap, but facing the table. He drags the chair closer, positioning me on one of his powerful thighs as he calmly starts cutting the steak into small bites. He does the same with the lobster tail, his focus unwavering as I wait, curious to see what he’ll do next.

“Open your mouth.” He brings the fork with a piece of the steak close to my lips.

As I hungrily take a bite, he widens my thighs and slides the lace of my thong to the side, completely exposing me.

“What are you doing?” My tone grows hoarse, my face heating up from the possibility that the waitress will catch us.

“Playing with my food before I eat it.” He nips my earlobe as I try to chew, his fingers taking a leisurely swipe through my soaked center. “If you don’t finish your meal, I won’t let you come.”

He flicks my clit just as the steak glides down my throat, stars forming in my eyes from the intense sensation.

“Think you can do that?” He slowly slides one finger inside me, then another, until I’m stretched to what feels like the max, but I know that’s nothing compared to his cock.

“Yes.” I nod frantically, needing the release so badly, though I’m sure he won’t have pity on me.

“We’ll see.” He pops another piece into my mouth, his thumb barely grazing over my clit while his fingers curl as he fucks me with them.

“Oh God,” I groan, unable to swallow, the need clawing at my skin.

“Eat,” he demands, his rough tone making my body tremble with anticipation.

He works me faster, his thumb rubbing me in hurried circles. I attempt to keep it down, fingernails digging into the top of his thighs as I fight not to moan as loud as I want to, the feeling permeating every pore in my body.

“Look how soaked you are, messing up my pants with that perfect pussy.” He slips his fingers out, running them over my lips. “Suck.”

I obey, instantly tasting myself, while his lips drop back to my ear.

“So submissive. I like that.”

My walls clench, enjoying his praise.

His touch returns between my thighs, adding a third finger until it burns, but when he flicks my clit, all I feel is pleasure. The need climbs and claws until I’m barely able to take another bite of the food, but he pushes the fork into my mouth, reminding me of the rules.

Eat and keep quiet.

I can behave. I can do whatever he wants. I’m a good girl.

He pistons his fingers faster, and my eyes roll back, my breath stilling in my chest.

Fuck, I don’t wanna be a good girl right now. I wanna be bad. I want to release his dick from his pants and fuck him right here, not giving a shit who sees us.

“Cillian!” Pleasure permeates through my tone.

“Every bite, love,” he reminds me, increasing and then decreasing his tempo as he feeds me another bite, then another.

I don’t taste the food anymore, completely overtaken by the sensations he’s brought out in me.

“I’m close,” I cry out, arching my back toward him, needing to come so badly.

The fork makes it past my lips, and I think it’s lobster this time. I don’t even care what he gives me; I’ll eat it all because all I’m hungry for is this orgasm.

“Come on now. You’re almost done.” He drives deeper and faster, and my breathing turns labored.

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