Page 59 of Wicked Savage

CILLIAN

When we arrive at my penthouse near Central Park, I drop her luggage in the living room, watching as she walks ahead of me toward the floor-to-ceiling bulletproof windows. The city sprawls out before us, but my focus is entirely on her.

She has no idea how she affects me. How she ignites something deep inside me—something primal, something protective. Every instinct I’ve tried to ignore for years comes rushing to the surface. It’s as if she awakens parts of me I didn’t know were there, and she doesn’t even see it.

I’ve been with many women, but none of them have ever felt like this. None of them have ever made me feel like I’m home just by standing in the same room. It’s like I’ve been searching for her my entire life without even knowing what I was looking for.

“The view is incredible…” Her voice drifts as she stares at the cityscape, while all I see is her.

I step behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “It is.”

My lips drop to her throat, fingers inching down toward the hem of her dress. I slowly drag it up just enough to touch between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side. Her palms press against the glass as I tease her with my fingertips, the sounds of her pleasure filling the air around us.

With every touch, she cries out for me, deepening my desire for her.

Fisting her hair, I pull her head back, locking eyes with her as I slide my fingers inside her. Her brows furrow, her mouth parting in a silent gasp.

When I add a third finger, she grabs my wrist, shaking her head. “That’s too much.”

I thrust inside her all the way, jaw tightening, my cock fucking hard for this woman. “You’re gonna take everything I give you.”

Sliding a hand down from her hair, I clasp it around her slender throat, working her faster. Her cunt is so wet, we both hear it as I ram deeper.

“Yes! Oh God!” Her hands slip down the glass, body quivering.

“I’m your God now, baby. Pray to me.” I tighten my hand around her throat.

And with another thrust, she falls apart, her core clutching me tight as wave after wave washes over her.

“I need inside you.”

I pitch back, my movements hurried and desperate as I unbuckle my belt, pop the button, and drag the zipper down, all while she watches me over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, her body begging for more. Roughly, I yank the straps of her dress down, exposing her perfect tits, until the material is pooled around her feet.

My heavy-lidded eyes rake her curves, naked in just a thong and heels. “So damn perfect.”

Her shy smile just makes this even more perfect.

“What if someone sees us?” She glances outside before looking back at me.

“Sees you begging for my cock before you’re filled with it?”

She nods, her cheeks flushed.

I spin her around and grab her chin, caging her between the glass and me. “Unfortunately, no one can see us this high up. But I wish they could, ’cause I want the entire world to watch what I do to you so every goddamn man knows who you belong to.”

My mouth skims her lips, her ragged pants making my dick harder.

“Of course, after they do see you, I’ll have to kill them.” I laugh under my breath.

“Why?” She lets out a husky moan as my fingers play with her clit, slowly teasing her.

“Because no one gets to see you like this and live to talk about it.”

“You’re crazy.” She nips at my bottom lip, and I growl, my hand threading into her soft, luscious hair.

“We’ve established my insanity already.”

“Did we?” She kisses me slowly, her hands gliding around my back and pulling me closer. “I think we underestimated it.”

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