Page 46 of Wicked Savage

Oh God, I’m almost there. Just a little?—

The door creaks, the waitress approaching.

Nonono!

“Better keep quiet.”

Thrust.

“Or you’re gonna put on quite the show.”

He circles my clit, penetrating me harder as he uses the tablecloth to cover my hips.

Fuck. This can’t be happening.

“How is everything?” The waitress smiles just as he tips the fork to my mouth once again.

“It’s quite delicious. Right, baby?” He peers at me while I try to formulate a response that doesn’t sound like a dying cat.

“Mm-hmm. Perrrr-fect.” I clear my throat.

Oh my God, I’m gonna come.

“That’s great to hear.” She refills our waters.

Just fucking leave, lady!

“If there’s anything you two need, just let me know.”

“We will.”

Thrust.

“In about twenty, please bring out a piece of your chocolate mousse cake.”

“Certainly.” She bows her head, turning toward the door while he continues to torture me.

“Good girl,” he tells me. “I don’t think she had any idea that you were being finger-fucked under the table like a dirty slut.”

“Please, Cillian, please.” I bite on the edge of my lower lip, begging and pleading for this to end.

His other hand grips my throat, his mouth across my ear. “Look how you beg for it.”

A growl escapes him in a sharp, breathless rush. And that only makes me that much hungrier for the release he keeps denying me.

“Please. Please let me come.”

He thrusts his fingers deeper, faster. My clit’s tender, pulsing with need.

He squeezes tighter around my throat. “Not yet. You haven’t finished all your food.”

“I-I’m not hungry.”

Except for you.

In a flash, he flips me around over his thighs, roughly dragging up my dress until my ass is exposed. “Cillian, what are?—”

He slaps me hard across my behind, soothing my skin with his palm. His hand slides into my hair until he’s fisting it tight.

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