Page 15 of Wicked Savage

“There’s nothing to tell.” I reach for his thick, full hair, messing it up as I work his scalp with my fingers.

We’re supposed to be touching, right? Why should he have all the fun?

His smoldering green gaze fills with an intensity that’s not easy to ignore, a curse slipping out like my touch pleases him just as much as his pleases me. “I find that hard to believe.”

In a blink, I’m beneath him, pinned by the weight of his body, his thigh wedged between mine like a promise. His gaze drops to my lips and stays there, his own barely parted, breath mingling with mine.

What can I tell him that won’t reveal who I truly am? Telling him I belong to one of the most dangerous Russian Mafia families in the world seems pretty stupid. I’d be killed if I told anyone outside our circle anything about our family. It’s unheard of. So is marrying anyone outside the Mafia world we live in. It just doesn’t happen.

Not that I’m planning on marrying this guy or anything, but the point is he can’t know anything about me and we have no future.

This is a one-and-done situation, as much as it pains me to say that.

He rises to his feet, standing over me like a godlike statue, while I try to control my unsteady breathing. Fingers reaching for his cuffs, he undoes each one.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” His mouth tilts with a faint smirk. “I’ll take my time finding out everything about you instead. Seems a lot more fun.”

My throat goes dry. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Everything.”

As soon as that word leaves me, his jaw grows visibly tight, his hand balling into a fist.

A finger rolls down my lips. “That is a very dangerous invitation, baby.”

“I live on the dangerous side.”

He has no idea how true that is.

His chuckle is sinful and full of promise, sending a shudder down my arms. “You have three seconds to change your mind, baby girl. After that, you’re mine.”

My brow arches as I let my fingers run between my breasts, and that’s all it takes for his beastly side to make an appearance.

Hello, friend.

A small, deliberate smirk curls the corner of my lips. No matter what I thought before, I want this, and I want it with him.

Roughly, he flips me onto my stomach, practically ripping the zipper at my back. When the cool air hits my spine, I try to get up to take off my dress, but he stops me, planting a hand on the back of my head.

“You stay just like that. If I wanted you to move, princess, I’d tell you.”

That forceful tone has me squeezing my thighs.

He leaves me this way while he heads to grab the bag, returning within seconds. “Let’s see what we have in here.”

The seductive way he says that makes me edgy with anticipation.

He removes a black braided leather whip, rolling it down my back while I arch into it. I squeeze my legs tighter to make the ache at my center ease, but unfortunately, it only gets worse.

He lets the whip fall beside my face, revealing a pair of handcuffs next. Slowly, he drags the cold metal down, his gaze never leaving me as I gasp from the chill.

On his third reach, he pulls out a black scarf.

What’s that for?

His lips hover near my ear, the weight of his chest pressing against my back. “I’m gonna enjoy the sight of you blindfolded while I spread your thighs apart and taste your pink pussy.”

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