SWNOVELS Brutal Savage: Chapter 27
We arrived by private jet to an airport twenty miles outside of Boston before a limo took us to a luxurious hotel in the heart of the city.
Of course a man like him has his own plane.
Music plays in the background as we walk into the grand ballroom. Gold ornate ceiling, a white marble floor, and tables with gold Chiavari chairs are set for at least three hundred guests.
The décor is the epitome of class. Wouldn’t expect anything less.
Tynan’s hand clasps mine as we make our way toward the bar, women ogling him at every turn. I tug him closer, and he glances down at me with a smirk.
My belly flip-flops. It’s not enough how handsome he looks in that black tux, but he has to smile at me like that too? My God, this is going to be a torturous night.
Images of him yanking my dress up and fingering me flood my mind until I’m clearing my throat, trying to move toward the bar as fast as I can.
But right before we get there, an elderly couple approaches us.
Of course…
“Tynan,” the woman gushes, grabbing his forearm and kissing the side of his face. “We’re so pleased to be here. You always manage to pull off such a beautiful event.”
“Yes, this event is my favorite every year,” the man says, his eyes darting to me. “And who might this be?”
Tynan tugs me closer to his side. “Bernard, Camila, I want you to meet my wife, Elara.”
“Wife?” Camila stares at him open-mouthed right before shooting him a playful glare and slapping him on the shoulder. “And you didn’t invite us?”
“We didn’t actually have a wedding. It was family only.” He snaps his eyes to mine with a chuckle. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” I play with the ends of my hair.
“It’s a pleasure, darling!” Camila moves over to hug me.
But when her husband kisses the top of my hand, I don’t miss the way Tynan’s jaw flexes. I bite back a smile.
Seems like he has a bit of a jealous streak, and I kinda like it.
“Thank you,” I tell them. “It’s great to meet you both.”
“You as well! I must say I’ve never seen you around. How quick was this wedding?” Then she gasps. “Are you pregnant?” Her voice grows low.
“Camila!” Her husband shakes his head.
“What! I’m just asking.” She rolls her eyes, giving me a little discreet wink.
“Not yet.” Tynan’s arm wraps around my hips, pulling me into his side, his mouth dropping to my temple.
My God, I love when he kisses me that way. Makes me feel so cherished.
“But we can’t wait to have children,” he says. “Right, babe?”
Right. Children. The real reason he wanted me.
“Yes, that’s right.” Anxiety roils in my gut, making me wonder if I truly matter or if I’m just a means to an end.
“Well, I’m so glad to see you finally settle down.” Camila grins. “I was worried for a moment. You’re too good of a man to be alone forever.”
“You sound like my father.”
“Well, you know us parents. We worry. We want our kids to settle down and have lives of their own.”
The more she talks about kids, the more uncomfortable I become.
This isn’t real. He doesn’t really care about me. He just needed me. That’s all.
But the way he touches me. Holds me. Is it just all lust?
Or could there be a chance for more for the both of us?
And is it wrong for me to want that with him? To want this to be real? Because I do. I want it badly.
I want to be loved. I want a man who cares for me. And Tynan makes that all feel possible.
With a sigh, I glance around the room, suddenly freezing in place. He must notice my change in mood, and once he follows my line of vision, he realizes exactly who I’m looking at.
“Would you two excuse us?” he tells the couple. “There’s someone here I need to speak to before they get away.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Camila says. “You two go have fun!”
“Enjoy yourselves,” he tells them, pulling me toward Vera and her daughter, Stephanie.
“Tynan, I really don’t want to see them again.” My heart races uncontrollably, hands growing clammy.
I don’t know why I’m acting like this. They mean nothing. I shouldn’t care. But something in me still does.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, eyes lingering on mine. “You have nothing to worry about when I’m with you.”
And my heart somehow stops and skips a beat all at once.
I nod, and he lifts my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles without even so much as looking away.
How can this not be real? He can’t possibly fake this…can he? Or does he act this way with all the women he sleeps with?
I don’t have long to wonder, because he’s pulling me toward those bitches again.
I almost feel sorry for Vera. When she sees us approaching, her face goes white. She’s whispering something to Stephanie, who looks even more nervous.
“Ladies. It’s so good of you to make it.” He holds my hand tighter—squeezing it for reassurance, I imagine.
Vera laughs nervously. “We wouldn’t miss it. It’s such a worthy cause. Isn’t that right, honey?”
She peers over at Stephanie, who feigns a smile.
“I’m sorry to hear about your store,” he tells Vera, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s a shame what happens when we’re not careful.”
Her mouth spasms. “Tynan, I’m sorry.”
She knows.
Oh my God…
“For what?” Keeping our hands clasped, he brings his face closer to hers. “For insulting my wife and thinking you could get away with it?”
Her lower lashes brim with tears. “We didn’t mean to offend her, I swear!”
He chuckles and there’s nothing pleasant in it. “You did mean to. You just didn’t think you’d get caught.” His arm curls around my hips as he narrows his glare at the women. “And I just want you to know no matter how hard you try, you’ll never come close to being as perfect as my wife.”
His eyes go to mine for a moment, lingering there before he’s staring hard at her again. “I won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting her. So I suggest you both learn to keep your mouths shut before you lose more than just your store. Hope we understand each other.”
He doesn’t give her a chance to reply, pulling us away.
Emotions weave through my heart until it feels as though it’s weeping—not from sadness, but from happiness.
He stood up for me. He defended me.
He just proved to me that I mean something.
That being happy with him could be possible.
“Thank you,” I whisper, stopping in place and cupping his cheek in my palm.
His brows furrow, eyes searching mine. “Anything for you, Elara.”
My gut dips, and with a clench of his jaw, his mouth is on mine, hungrily devouring me.
My hands slide into his hair.
Tugging.
Pulling.
Feeling…everything. Wanting it too.
His teeth nip on my lower lip as he sucks it into his mouth, his hard chest pressed against my soft one.
I don’t know if they’re all watching.
I don’t care.
Because nothing else matters right now except the way he kisses me.
Like this is the only thing he ever wants to do.
The night turns more enjoyable after that. He introduces me as his wife to just about everyone who approaches us, and there have been many of them.
A song I know starts playing, and I find myself swaying a little.
He doesn’t miss it, his lips landing on the crook of my neck as he whispers, “Dance with me.”
My head whips back. “You dance?”
“I dance.” He grins, making my heart stop.
He leads me to the dance floor, people parting for us. And the way they look at him… It’s with fear.
He slides his arms around the small of my back as the music continues, our eyes locked, my breath catching as he spins me on the dance floor, pulling me in close.
His lips whisper and tease.
Just a little more and I’d feel them.
He groans as he spins me again, pulling my back to his front.
“Where did you learn how to dance like this?” I ask, my pulse beating wildly, his fingers clasping my hips.
“My mother.” He turns me to him, jaw clenched, green eyes dark and warm, like a fire burning brightly. Enticing and furious all at once.
“Where is your mother?”
“She died a long time ago.” His sad smile breaks my heart.
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” I hurt for him because I know that pain.
“Me too. I wish she’d had a chance to meet you.”
Emotions burn in my throat. “I wish I could’ve met her too.”
His gaze pierces into mine, and I can feel him deep in my soul. It’s unsettling, yet I crave it.
Glancing behind him, I find the guests staring.
“You know they’re all watching us, right?”
“Think they’ll be watching this?”
Before I can wonder, his mouth crashes into mine.
Consuming me where I stand.
This kiss is slow and filled with passion. With yearning. With unbending need.
His body presses to mine.
Heart to heart.
Two shapes that shouldn’t quite fit, yet somehow they do.
A thumb strokes my jawline while his tongue invades without mercy. Without permission.
And my world only knows one thing right now: how good it is to be Tynan Quinn’s wife.
TYNAN
We make it home close to two in the morning, and I don’t remember having such a good time at any of the past fundraisers.
I glance at her, sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to undo the straps of her shoes.
“Let me.” I walk over, grabbing under her knee, lifting her foot up to my chest.
I stare into her eyes as I grab her ankle, slowly slipping off the high heel and rubbing the sole of her foot as she groans.
“Feel good?”
“So good. My feet have been hurting all night.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I massage her foot, doing the same to the other. “I would’ve taken you up to my suite at the hotel and let you rest.”
“Mm,” she groans, closing her eyes, her body falling backward against the bed.
Fuck, she looks so sexy.
“Keep doing that…” She bites her bottom lip, her face contorting in pleasure as I suck her toes into my mouth.
She sighs, eyes heavy. “That feels so good.”
“I like making you feel good, mo chuisle.”
“Mo chuisle. What does it mean?” she whispers.
I want to tell her. I should. But a part of me feels as though I’m giving something to her, something I’ve never been ready to give anyone.
But it’s just words. That’s all.
“My pulse.”
“Why?” Her brows knit, those eyes lighting up, waiting for me to tell her.
“Because…you’ve made my heart beat like it never has before.”
“Tynan…” Her voice cracks, a breath catching in her throat.
Carefully I lower her foot onto the floor and start dragging up her gown. “This dress, it’s beautiful on you.”
“Thank you.” Her chest rises and falls desperately like she needs it.
And I need her too.
Right now.
Right here.
I need my wife.
“Take it off. Unless you’re not all that attached to it. Then I’ll gladly rip it off.”
“You’re quite fond of threatening to rip up my clothes.” She runs a finger in between her breasts.
“I’m quite fond of seeing you naked.” I smirk. “Now, stand up.”
I grab her hand, pulling her to her feet and turning her around.
Her audible breaths only swell my insatiable need for her. Gathering her hair, I slide it over her shoulder, and her skin prickles. Her soft, slender throat begs for my mouth.
I want inside her. In every way. Want to seep into her veins. Want her to taste me in her marrow, until she wants me just as much.
The sound of the zipper reverberates through the room, goose bumps rising at the back of her neck. As a finger traces down her spine, her shoulders rattle, exhales scattered and heavy. I slip the straps of her dress down her arms, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her skin.
“Tynan…” My name is a frantic plea for me to give her what she craves.
I pull the dress lower until it pools at her feet.
“Say my name like that again.” I cup her tits and pinch both nipples, eliciting a moan.
“Tynan…” Her hands find my thighs, and she squeezes them when my lips drop to her throat.
My cock throbs to feel her again, to make her feel me too. Grabbing her delicate throat, I let my other hand slip between her thighs. Two fingers thrust inside her, my thumb playing her clit as she bucks, crying out in pleasure.
“Already soaked for me. What a good girl.”
“Tynan, I need—”
“I know exactly what my wife needs.”
Sliding my fingers out of her, I spin her around and push her roughly down onto the bed. With her pretty mouth parted, she waits for my next move, obediently lying there with those perfect rose-colored nipples I need to taste again.
“You’re so goddamn sexy.”
She stretches her body, pressing her knees together, making it impossible to think of anything but fucking her. I take her legs in the air and over my shoulders before I’m kneeling on the floor, spreading her wide, exposing her glistening cunt.
Her eyes pinch closed, teeth sinking into her lip.
“Look at me.” The tip of my tongue teases her slit.
“Oh my God!” she cries, eyes locked with mine.
“That’s it, keep looking at me.” My tongue takes a leisurely swipe up from her entrance to her clit, and she jolts, snapping her thighs around my face.
I only grip her tighter and spread her wider, holding her thighs prisoner as my tongue rams inside her tight hole before swirling around her core.
She snatches a fistful of my hair, and I chuckle, grunting as she yanks harder.
Fuck. She’s perfect.
“Don’t stop. I’m…I’m…close.”
“Mm,” I growl, sucking her deeper into my mouth, feeling those small tremors around my tongue.
But I don’t end the sweet torture. Not until she’s screaming and begging.
“Oh God, I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
My teeth graze. My mouth sucks and nibbles while my tongue rolls until she’s there, writhing and coming all over my damn face.
I can’t help my groan of satisfaction.
She lets out a breathless little laugh, shyly peering at me. “Wow…”
“That’s right. It’s only the beginning.” My erection straining in my trousers as I stand, slowly undoing my bow tie, staring at her.
Her face flushes even more, teeth nipping her bottom lip as she watches me strip for her. I take my time, undoing my cuffs, grinding my molars, needing inside her so damn bad.
My shirt comes off.
The clack of the buckle drifts in the air as I undo my belt.
Then the zipper.
And through it all, she watches me. Her eyes grow with her arousal, and they fall to my obvious hard-on.
“Show me,” she strains.
“Really wanna see it?” I smirk.
She nods.
“I didn’t hear you ask nicely.”
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head with a playful smile.
When she looks back at me, there’s renewed heat in her eyes. “Show me your cock. Pretty please.”
She gives each word a feisty emphasis, and I don’t have it in me to play with her anymore. I just need her.
With a groan, I drag my pants and boxers down, and my dick juts out.
“Just sex, right?” I stroke myself, gaze raking down her body right before I start to crawl over her.
“That’s right. That is all this is. Just sex.” Her irises gleam with tortured passion.
“Good.” I grab her jaw tight and kiss her hard, searching her hungered gaze. “Then I won’t have an ounce of guilt for what I’m about to do.”
Before she can question it, I’m clutching her hips, flipping her over onto her front and forcing her on all fours. With a palm, I push the side of her face into the mattress, her ass in the air.
“What a beautiful sight you are,” I growl, lining my cock at her entrance, and without giving her any warning, I slam inside her all the way.
“Oh, God!” Her moans come in fragmented waves.
“God has nothing to do with us. This is all you and me.”
Spanking her ass, I pound into her, wanting to go as deep as I can, making her scream and claw the sheets beneath. Her eyes roll and latch on to mine, and it only makes me increase my tempo, my dick throbbing and pulsing inside her.
Her walls start to tighten, and I slow my movements, dropping my body weight over her flesh.
“Don’t stop. Keep going,” she pants, looking at me from over her shoulder.
“You’re so needy for it.” I circle my hips, and she whimpers.
“Please, Tynan. Please…”
“Please what?” I slide out and rise to my knees, teasing her with the tip, rolling it up to her ass, and pressing it into the hole there, needing that too.
But I don’t have the strength to take my time and stretch it out right now. That will have to wait.
“You like me using your body?” I slide my hand around her throat and squeeze, hissing between my teeth at the feeling of her unsteady pulse. “You look so good. Eyes red, makeup a mess. All mine to use.”
I piston into her, propelling her body further up on the bed. Slipping out, I circle her wetness around her clit with the crown of my erection.
“Who do you belong to?”
Her mouth quivers, legs trembling.
I spank her ass hard. “I asked you a question.”
“I belong to you,” she cries.
“Good girl. Now say that with my cock inside you.”
And I ram all the way back in, over and over until she can’t catch her breath.
“Yes, yes, yours. Tynan…please!”
A smirk flits through my mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless all night long. Wanna see how many times I can make you scream for me.”
Then I keep my promise, taking her deeper, faster, her hair in my fist as I release all of my pent-up need. All the reasons why I shouldn’t be falling for my own wife.
“How dare you make me want you this badly?” I groan, rolling her long hair around my wrist, bending her head backward. “You make me fucking desperate.”
My voice is pained, my pulse battering, and my heart… It’s never felt anything like this before. Now I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without it.
Without her.
She’s embedded herself into my bloodstream, and now I’d die for her. Live for her. I’m hers to command. She holds the power, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Tynan!” she screams as she squirts all over the bed.
“Hottest damn thing, every time,” I grit, unable to stop myself from continuing to fuck her. “You’re gonna do that again.”
She squirms, trying to fight it, but I drop my body over hers and take her harder, keeping her hair locked in my palm.
“I want you sore tomorrow. Want you unable to walk for days.”
“Don’t stop! Just keep fucking me!”
Her arousal twines in that shaky voice, and I know this time she’s only going to come harder. I slip a hand under her and find her clit, rubbing it in hurried circles, making her scream my name until the walls shatter.
Until my own hollow heart fills with all things Elara.
My hips pound against her, and the sound of skin on skin, her gasping moans echoing…it makes this all even better. Her release shatters through her limbs, and I savor every moment, never wanting it to end.
When it’s over, she’s finally still, turning over while I’m still on top of her.
She feathers her fingers across my jaw, her eyes fixed to mine, slowly drinking me in.
Until I start to unravel.
“You’re beautiful,” she tells me.
And as I draw in a breath, holding it in my unsteady lungs, I realize right here, in this moment, that I’m starting to fall for my wife.
And there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
I may have stormed into her life, but Elara Hill? She stormed into my heart, and now I’m left with the aftermath.