Page 40 of Wicked Savage

“Look who’s being the bad one now.”

“I can be good or bad. Which side do you prefer?”

I shove her panties to the side so I can feel her bare. “Why choose? I can play with both and see which one begs for more.”

“Oh God,” she cries out while my finger sweeps through her cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Her moan is a hoarse breath, like she’s unable to hold it in as I tease her clit, wanting to suck it into my mouth and watch her fall apart.

“Get in the damn car before I fuck you right up against it.”

Inhaling sharply, she shivers against me and looks over her shoulder, the same desire coursing through me reflected in her gaze. I need to stop this before I do exactly what I just said.

Grinding my jaw, I back off of her, and she spins toward me, her hand reaching for my face and cupping my stubbled cheek in her soft grasp. Closing my eyes, I lean into it, enjoying the feeling of her hands on me. My body moves into her space, pinning her to the car, my mouth drifting lower until it brushes hers.

“Mmm,” she groans, snaking her long, slender fingers through my hair.

Without hesitation, I close the distance and take her lips, the kiss deep and urgent. The sounds of her pleasure send blood shooting to my already rock-hard erection. Pulling on my hair, she swirls her tongue against mine, dragging my mouth deeper to hers like she can’t get enough either.

What is she doing to me?

Her other hand slides down my back, and every muscle in my body tightens at the sensation.

“Fuck,” I grunt, pinning my forehead to hers. “You should warn a man before you kiss him like that.”

“Thanks for the advice. I promise to remember that the next time I kiss someone else.”

My jaw snaps, and instantly, my hand is wrapped around her throat. “Say that again.” I nip her bottom lip with a growl, and she smirks playfully. “You kiss someone else, and you might as well be sending him to an early grave.”

Her brows shoot up, but that smirk never disappears. “Are you usually this psychotic?”

“No. This is me on a good day.”

As she laughs, my hand slips into her silky hair, and then I’m kissing her again—harder and rougher, like I’m claiming her for the world to see. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I took her virginity or because I just like her, but whatever the reason is, I know this woman is gonna be mine, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but I’m positive we’ll be late for our reservation.

When we finally come up for air, that glimmer in her dark eyes has me wanting to kiss her all over again.

“Get in.” I guide her into the car before sliding into the driver’s seat and pulling onto the road, with Boris trailing behind us.

My hand rests on her thigh, the touch instinctive, and I can feel her shift in her seat, clutching her small purse tighter against her lap. I watch my hand on her leg for a moment, noticing she’s staring at it too, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling what I am. That this feels…right.

“So, have you always had a bodyguard?”

She clears her throat, her gaze flicking to the side for a moment before meeting mine again. “Yeah, for a while. My family owns some banks, and they’re pretty obsessive about my safety, so wherever I go, he’s with me.” She rolls her eyes, a frustrated laugh escaping. “Trust me, if it was up to me, he wouldn’t be here.”

“Safety’s important. I can’t fault your family for that.”

“Right.” She twirls a lock of hair around her finger, a faint smile tugging at her lips, but I sense something behind it. Frustration, maybe, or something deeper.

“So how did you end up at the club?” I continue.

“Oh, my family has connections.”

“And they didn’t care that you were there?”

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