Brutal Savage: A Single Dad Forced Marriage Irish Mafia Romance (Savage Kings Book 2)

After the night has wound down and my family has gone home, we get ready for bed. It was no surprise that everyone adored her. What’s not to like about Elara? I can’t think of a single thing.

My eyes drift down her body, draped in one of my t-shirts, the size practically devouring her. It’s damn cute seeing her this way. Hair in a messy bun. Face bare from her makeup.

So beautiful.

My pulse grows wild.

How the hell do I stop myself from catching feelings when all I want to do is hold her?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She clears her throat and nervously moves a piece of her loose hair behind her ear, shifting her gaze down for a moment.

“No reason.” I shuffle toward the bed, foregoing my t-shirt, and fling the comforter over for her to enter first.

As she does, her shirt rides up her thighs, almost revealing her ass, and I let out an unintentional groan.

Her breath hitches, and she glances at me over her shoulder, biting her lip.

“If you’re gonna keep looking at me like that, then ask me to fuck you.”

My nostrils flare as she gets on top of the mattress and moves all the way to the edge, like she wants to get as far away from me as possible. Not because she’s scared or repulsed, but because she feels the lust growing between us.

She sits up, gripping the comforter against her chest, her cheeks flushed. Her sweet cunt is probably already wet and begging me to taste it.

I crawl into the bed, wrapping my arm around the small of her back until her front meets mine. And I know she can feel how hard I am. I don’t give a shit if she knows what she does to me. I want her to.

“Tynan…” Her breathing turns shallow, fingernails clawing my shoulders.

“I can give you what we both need, wife.” I grab her jaw, leaning in until I feel her hot gasps. “I know you want me as much as I want you. You just hate to admit it.”

I sink my hand into her hair, wrapping her strands around my wrist. Her chest rises, eyes searching my gaze, and my cock throbs to be inside her.

“Stubborn fucking woman.” I drop my mouth even nearer, until it’s just brushing hers, until every last restraint untethers and I crash her lips to mine.

Her soft feminine sounds vibrate through me until I feel them in my balls. My tongue invades between her parted lips as I suck hers into my mouth, desperately needing every inch of her.

I slide on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my weight, grinding my hips between her thighs. Our kiss turns deeper and eager, her hands everywhere, clawing into my flesh.

Want to lay claim to every cell on her body.

Want her to know she’s mine.

What the hell is happening to me?

Her nails rake up my back, her shirt rising as the crown of my erection rubs against her clit. Fucking hell, I don’t know how much more I can take before I own every gorgeous inch of her.

The way she’s soaked for me, the way she’s kissing me back…

Never felt a thing like this.

Never will.

Never want to with anyone else.

I know that to be true, no matter how much I want to deny it. It’s like the walls are closing in and I can’t do a thing to stop them.

I’m crazy about her. I was the moment I saw her and began to follow her. I was fooling myself into believing otherwise.

My hand slides between us, two fingers stroking her clit. Those eyes connect with mine, brows drawn in pleasure, back bowing, legs trembling. There’s never been a sight more beautiful.

“Please,” she begs, writhing in pleasure.

“Please who?”

I want to hear her say it. I want her to know who she belongs to.

“Tell me who I am.” I push my fingers inside her, stretching her, wanting her until the need for her taste consumes me. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”

I piston deeper until she’s a shaky mess, needing the release as badly as I do.

“H-husband…you’re my husband.”

“Yes…” I hiss, thrusting deeper, wishing it was my cock instead. “That’s right. I’m your husband, and this is mine.”

My thumb rolls over her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, her sweet pussy sucking me in deeper until she’s screaming my name.

And this time I let her.

I capture her mouth, kissing her like this is the last day I’ll ever get to have her. The air in my lungs fills with the taste and smell of this woman.

My wife.

My possession.

Absolutely maddening, that’s what she is.

Maneuvering myself lower, I grab under her knees and bend her legs toward her stomach and her eyes grow wild.

“What are you—oh, God…” Her voice is lost to her pleasure, body twitching when my tongue takes a swipe over her clit before nudging inside her.

“Again…”

Her body bows, hands fisting the sheets while I hold her thighs flat on each side.

“You’re gonna come again for me.” I roll an index finger through her wetness. “So pretty and pink.”

She bucks when I suck her clit into my mouth, growling with the need seeping through my veins.

She’s mine.

Will always be mine.

This is forever.

“Tynan! I’m gonna come.”

My groans roar through my chest, and the more she fights my hold on her, the harder I clasp her thighs apart, until a scream dies in her throat and her body jolts.

Jerking and crying out, she gives it to me, her nails scraping and digging into my scalp as she continues to come, forcing my mouth deeper into her pussy.

I let out a small chuckle, working her with my tongue until she whimpers and her body stops convulsing.

“So sexy…” I pepper kisses up her thigh, to the underside of her knee, my mouth tracing up to her scar, kissing every centimeter before I go higher.

My hand yanks up the shirt, exposing her breasts, needing to taste them too.

“Take it off,” my rough voice demands as I slide over to her side.

Breathlessly, she obeys, haphazardly trying to shove it off her head, and I help her the rest of the way.

“Much better…” My gaze drinks in her wild curves, not believing that this woman is all mine. My index finger traces her sternum until she shivers. “My wife likes when I taste her, doesn’t she?”

My fingertip rolls around her clit, and she pants, trying to push me off.

Fuck, my dick throbs like hell. The animal in me wants to take her. Fuck her until she’s full of me.

But I won’t do that. I want her to give in to me.

Her eyes land on my jutting erection, and she swallows hard.

“That’s only for good girls who ask nicely. Are you gonna ask for it?”

I know she wants to. I can see it, though she refuses to say the words I desperately want to hear.

Fine, baby. We can play this game.

I kiss her slowly before I pin my forehead to hers. “Goodnight.”

Shutting off the bedside lamp, I spoon her, wanting her skin against mine. But there’s no way in hell I’ll be sleeping tonight, not while my cock is begging to be inside her.

Fuck.

Tossing and turning, I wonder if I should go into one of the spare bedrooms and take care of my raging hard-on. I can’t sleep beside her knowing she’s right there, damn naked like a personal offering.

When I start to quietly get out of bed, her voice stops me.

“Tynan,” she moans, thrashing her legs a little, sliding the comforter down to expose her breasts.

A brow arches when I find her calling for me in her dreams.

“Mm…” she goes on, making it harder for me to leave.

I don’t want to go. I want to be right here beside her. Fucking her senseless.

“Shit,” I grumble, grabbing my cock through my boxers, stroking myself to her bare body.

To the sounds she makes.

So damn crazed for her, I can’t stop myself from gently dragging the comforter lower, until she’s completely exposed.

She’s damn right sinful.

And all mine.

The desire to worship her, to wake her up with my cock buried deep inside her, takes over until my fingertips trace up her inner thigh.

She releases a raspy cry and her head turns my way, her eyes still fastened. Carefully, I stroke a finger along her warm slit, pretty and wet.

Needing more, I open her up, shifting her legs to the sides to maneuver myself between them, until I find her pretty clit staring at me.

With my cock in a tight grip, I rub the tip against her pussy, biting my damn lip from the sensation it brings. I stroke faster through her wetness, pushing the crown inside her just a little.

“Tynan…” she cries. “Please.”

But she’s still asleep, wanting me even in her subconscious.

Squeezing my shaft in a tight grip, I let myself enjoy her body for a little longer, knowing that I’m gonna need the release before I grow insane.

Though not like this. No matter how good that would be.

Yet I can’t stop myself.

“Fuck….” My head falls back.

This is heaven. I’d take a bullet right now and die happy if this is the last thing I feel. The last sight I see.

She continues to thrash and moan, continues to sound like a piece of heaven wrapped in the form of my wife.

My wife.

Those two words…I never needed them. Never wanted them. Now…

I’m not sure of anything anymore.

She consumes me. And that no longer scares me the way it once did.

Her body quivers when I press my cock against her clit before slowing and forcing the tip into her entrance again.

Her bottom lip trembles, her gasps louder until…

“What are you—” Her eyes pop open, words caught in her throat, gaze wandering down to where my body meets hers.

She rises on her elbows, but makes no attempt to shove me away.

All good signs.

And I can’t help my wicked smirk.

“I was enjoying you while you were asleep, calling my name while you dreamed of…” I groan, stroking her clit, and her eyes roll back. “What exactly were you dreaming about, mo chuisle?”

“I—”

“Was it this?” I line the crown of my erection against her entrance, rubbing it there as she cries out. “Did you dream of my cock inside you, stretching this perfect pink pussy?”

“Tynan… Please, this isn’t fair.”

She gasps when I thrust into her just a little more.

“Never pretended to be a fair man, Elara.”

She grabs my wrist, trying to pull me deeper.

“Fucking hell, what are you doing to me?”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes snap to mine, chest heaving, nipples beaded and begging for my tongue.

“What do I mean?” I lower my body on top of hers, grabbing her jaw in a tight grasp, my mouth hovering above hers. “I mean I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t sleep or eat or breathe without you on my mind, without needing the taste of you on my tongue and your voice in my head. You’re always there, Elara. You’re all I think about. Tell me how to stop it.”

I force the head of my cock inside, and she tightens around me like a vise.

“Tell me how to end this torture once and for all.” My mouth brushes against hers.

“Tynan…” Her needy voice only continues to set me off.

“It was never supposed to be like this, not for me.”

“Please…”

“Ask your husband for his cock. I want you begging.”

“It—it won’t mean anything…” The spark in her eyes returns, my little serpent making an appearance.

“Ask me anyway.”

Her eyes soften, her walls just starting to stretch to accommodate my thick size.

“I want to feel you,” she cries. “Want to feel those piercings inside me.”

“Shit.” I capture her lips, kissing her roughly, her fingernails clawing up my back.

I want her to feel them too, want to feel all nine of those barbells sink inside her.

Drawing back a fraction away, I stare down at her with a maddening obsession. “I need you to know that you’re mine. You’ll always be mine, no matter how hard you fight it. I own you, Elara Quinn, and it’s time I remind you of that.”

Growling, I thrust an inch until she feels the cold sensation of the first piercing against her.

“Oh, God!” Her nails dig in deeper, and I savor the pain.

“Count them as they go inside you.” I wrap my palm around my hard-on and start to push the first one in.

Her eyes grow, mouth wide open. “Oh…my God!”

“Count.”

“How many?” She can barely speak, and I can’t wait to watch her scream.

“Nine.”

“What?” Crystal-blue eyes stare at me in shock, and a chuckle rumbles.

“Count, Elara.”

She squeezes her eyes shut for a second, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. “One.”

“Good girl. Keep going.”

I force myself deeper, wanting to go slow so she can feel each one enter her.

“Two.”

“Mm. Look how good you take it.”

Her warm exhales escape in waves, her breaths catching in her throat. “So good.”

“Not even close to being done with you yet.”

My hips arch, and another one enters her.

“Three.” Her thighs clamp around my hips. “Four… Oh God, Tynan.”

She’s breathless and needy, desperate to be filled and fucked.

“I’ll never get the sound of you moaning my name like that out of my head.” Unable to stop myself, I thrust all the way in, not giving her a second to breathe.

Her back bows, her mouth parted, a scream dying off in her throat.

So fucking hot.

“You okay?” I seat myself inside her and stay there, needing to move so goddamn bad.

Her gaze seizes mine. “Don’t stop.”

Thank fuck.

I start to move, rolling my hips, dragging my cock all the way out, then entering harder and deeper each time.

The feeling of her—all wet and warm, the way she clings to me, gazes at me—it’s more than I even imagined it would be.

It’s everything.

“Yes, yes, yes, please!”

My pace increases as I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder to take her even deeper.

Fuck. She feels so damn good.

Her walls close in around me, convulsing with little tremors. Bet I can make her squirt.

“Tynan, I’m…I’m coming!”

Just as I thought, her pussy spills all over, soaking the sheets like the hot fucking mess she is. She gasps, crying out in pleasure, unable to stop.

And as she does, I take in every damn moment of it, savoring the very first time I made her come on my dick. Nothing can top this.

With a growl, I capture her mouth and thrust all the way, unable to stop my beastly movements, wanting to coat her walls with my cum.

Needing to own her.

To mark her as mine.

Elara will have my baby.

And fuck, I want it now.

I fist her hair, deepening our kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth as I release into her wet and warm cunt, grunting until she’s filled to capacity.

My movements slow, and she’s staring back at me with equal parts want and confusion.

“I…” Her mouth closes, and she pinches her eyes shut. “That was just sex.”

But she doesn’t sound all that convinced.

“Yeah, baby.” My mouth curls into a smirk, my cock still inside her warmth, not wanting to leave. “Just sex.”

Then I take her mouth slow, and she falls in line, hands clutching my shoulders, kissing me back with fervor.

I drop my lips to the curve of her jaw, kissing down her neck, between her breasts, as I part her legs and get to where I want to go.

With our eyes fastened, I lick her up from entrance to clit, tasting her just the way I promised I’d do. She lurches, grabbing the back of my head.

The bed beneath is soaked, and I can’t help my laughter.

She groans, covering her face.

“You taste so good. You ever done that before?”

She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. It’s cute how embarrassed she is. I continue to laugh, licking up the insides of her thighs, insane for this woman.

“Haven’t you had enough yet?” She lowers her arm from her face and grimaces.

“Not even a little.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her back jolts up. “I rather enjoy making you come.”

“Oh, God!”

I hum over her pulsing flesh. “Need it again, don’t you?”

Then it’s all mouth and fingers, working her as I let my tongue do all the talking. Until she’s crying out and thrashing and begging.

And fuck, does she sound good begging.

“Please, please, just like that!” She yanks a fistful of my hair, dragging her hips up into my mouth.

A growl rumbles from within my chest, and I add a third finger, curling them, slamming them into that spot inside her until she’s falling again, squirting all over. And this time, I taste it all, wanting her with a desperation I can’t describe.

Right now, I don’t care about the bet I made with Devlin.

I don’t care about what I swore to myself I’d never do.

That I’d never fall in love.

Because for the first time in my life, I want to.