SWNOVELS Brutal Savage: Chapter 32
While the girls are out shopping, I spend the day with Brody and my brothers, playing basketball, ordering takeout, and hanging out by the pool while Bubbles runs around the lounge chairs, stealing my damn leather sandals.
I’ve given up on her tolerating me. I thought Elara would be the last to break, but it seems like the dog is stronger than I thought.
At least Elara has warmed up to me. She doesn’t look like she wants to kill me anymore, which is quite the turnaround.
The conversation with Iseult plays in my head. Could I really be in love with Elara? I’m crazy about her. She has to know that by now.
But love? I don’t know what that looks like. I’ve never experienced these feelings I have for her. Not with anyone. And I wish I could say they’re not terrifying, but they’re scaring the shit out of me.
Brody grins, rushing up to me holding a book Fionn gifted him when he got here. I don’t know much about books since I don’t read, but the kid loves them, and I love that he does.
“That looks cool, bud. Is that from the same series Elara got you that other book from?”
He nods, stars in his eyes. He smiles so freely now, I’m afraid to say it out loud so as not to jinx it. Feels like at any given moment, the rug will be pulled from under my feet.
If he can smile, then maybe there’s a chance he’ll talk soon. I just have to be patient. Though patience has never been my strength.
“You look like you need a beer.” Cillian hands me one as Brody leaves the book on the lounger and joins Ruby in the pool, Bubbles jumping in after him.
“Thanks.”
Fionn joins us, his face tense as he places his cell in his shorts pocket. “Heard back from our guys just now. They killed six of Jerry and Isaac’s men. Left their headless corpses at Jerry’s doorstep.”
A grin spreads on my face. “Any of them talk?”
“Nah. They were loyal.”
“That’s too bad. But this should get them to make contact. If they don’t in the next couple of days, we’ll kill more of their guys until there’s none left.”
“We should expect a war with them,” Cillian adds. “It’s their style, though we’d squash them easily.”
“Let them come.” I keep watching Brody play. “We’ll be ready.”
Silence falls for a few moments before he speaks again.
“The kid looks different. Happier.” Fionn folds his arms over his chest, looking out at the pool.
“Yeah.” I nod. “I knew Elara would be good for him.”
“You look better too.” His face breaks with amusement.
“Mm-hmm. Don’t make me toss you in the water.”
But a crack of a smile appears on my face, because I am happier.
With her.
My phone rings on the lounge chair, and when I pick it up, I find my banker on the other end.
“What’s up, Ed?”
“Sir, I’m sorry to bother you, and I wouldn’t if we didn’t have a rather worrisome problem.”
“And what’s that?”
“Well, uh…it seems there’s a rather large pending transaction at the Dolce & Gabbana store that I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to approve.”
Ah, Elara has finally listened.
“Approve it.”
“But you don’t even know how much it’s for.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s just my wife, and she can spend whatever she wants.”
Can’t wait to get my hands on her just to show her how proud I am.
“Okay, but, sir, it’s for almost three-quarters of a million,” he whispers.
I let out a big laugh, and both my brothers stare at me, wondering why.
“Wow. I’m really impressed. Approve it, and from now on, I want you to approve them all. She has no limit.”
“Okay, sir, thank—”
I end the call and throw my phone back down.
“What was that about?” Fionn asks.
“Elara’s finally learning to spend our money.”
He chuckles. “You know that’s probably our sister’s influence, right?”
“I know. I told her to make sure of it. It’s not every day Iseult actually listens to a goddamn word I say.”
“Truth.” Cillian lets out a snicker.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, Konstantin called this morning. His new associate wants to meet us before he decides if he wants to work with us. We meet at my place in two days at three p.m. sharp. Make sure you’re both there.”
“Yeah. No problem. Who the fuck is he? Do we know?” Cillian asks.
“Some big shot.”
“Alright. We’ll be there. Just want this shit done. Hate working with the Russians.”
“We all do, but we need them,” I tell him. “They’re a good connect. Without them, we wouldn’t get this deal.”
“Did you know he invited us to his fortieth birthday?” Fionn snickers.
“Shit.” I run a hand down my face. “I was hoping the invitation got lost in the mail.”
He chuckles. “No such luck. We all have to go. Would be taken as an insult if we missed it.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I just hope he doesn’t insist on one of my brothers marrying a member of his family. It may help mend bridges, but the last thing we want is to tie ourselves to that family for life.
Hours later, and Elara returns, bags of clothes all over our bedroom.
I shut the door with my foot and wrap an arm around her, kissing her softly against the corner of her mouth. “Had fun?”
“The best.” Her eyes practically twinkle, her hand sinking into my hair and massaging my scalp as I groan.
“I want you to see all the stuff I got.” She seems excited about it, and that only makes me happier.
“I see you had no problems spending money today.”
“Nope.” Her pretty mouth curves when she pulls away, her hips swaying as she moves toward the bags to grab one off the floor. “I did buy you some stuff too.” She peeks up at me for a moment, picking up a vivid green dress. “Didn’t want you to feel left out.”
I prowl closer, my hand snapping her jaw with a growl, kissing her hard. “What a thoughtful wife.”
She melts into me.
“I try.” Her raspy voice makes my dick jerk.
“How about I help you put all the clothes away?” Fucking her in the closet plays on repeat in my head.
Never said my offer was altruistic.
“How very kind of you, husband.”
“Mm, I like you calling me your husband.”
“Do you now?” She works her hands up and down my back, her nails digging into my skin and muscle.
I want her to carve them into my flesh. Want to hurt. Want to feel it all with her.
As I look into her eyes, I start to wonder if Iseult could be right. If I am falling in love with her, and if I’ll truly ever know for sure.
“You okay?” she asks, her brows furrowing.
“Yeah, baby. Just thinking.”
“Oh. Well, don’t think too hard. You wouldn’t want to hurt that little brain of yours.”
I groan with a laugh. “Oh, little serpent, you wanna play, don’t you?”
She lets out a giggle and slides out of my grasp, biting her bottom lip with a grin as she starts to run.
“You know what happens when I catch you, right?” My gaze narrows, a smirk pulling at my mouth as I start uncuffing my shirt and dragging it up my arms.
“No. What?” Her voice grows wispy, eyes leaden.
“When I catch you, I will fuck you.”
She gasps, her breasts climbing higher with each breath. Then she’s running across the bedroom, rushing into the closet, and closing the door behind her.
But her attempt at holding the door shut is futile. I force it open easily, finding her body trembling as I stalk closer, shutting it behind me.
My gaze skims down her body—so fucking perfect, I ache for her.
As I draw closer, she advances backward.
“Nowhere else to go, baby.” I’m on her in a flash, palms on her hips, lifting her in the air and pushing her up against the wall.
“You’re trapped.” I run my palm up from between her breasts until my fingers are wrapped around her throat. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Naked and spread open, pummeling inside you, making you come over and over until you can’t move.”
“Tynan…” She grasps my hair, circling her hips right into my throbbing dick.
“Fuuuck, Elara.” I squeeze her throat. “You’re killing me. Wanna fill you up and get you pregnant. I swear, I never in my life thought I’d say that to a woman.”
“Thank you?” Her cheeks grow crimson right before I smash her mouth to mine, ravishing her with every emotion she’s made me feel.
My every desire come to life.
A dream I didn’t even know I had.
Until I met her.
I don’t know if she feels what I do. Fuck, I don’t even know what it is I’m feeling anymore. But I know one thing: there’s no one else for me except her.
Snapping her head back, I leave a trail of rough kisses down her neck, dragging her dress down and sucking a nipple into my mouth.
Her feminine sounds of pleasure only inflame my desire. But I want her begging and quivering. I love it when she begs.
She gasps in protest when I lower her back down. Breathlessly, she narrows her eyes up at me with confusion, her lipstick a mess, her eyes watery.
So sexy.
“If you want it…” I grab her jaw. “Ask for it.”
She fixes her dress, a challenge in her eyes. “Eh, think I’m good.”
“Is that right?” My smirk deepens.
“Have so much to unpack. Fucking you doesn’t seem as important right now.”
She’s playing games, and I love games.
“Okay, then. Show me what you bought. I hope there’s some lingerie in there.”
She scoffs. “You wish.”
I chuckle, gazing down at her lips. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t need anything special to get hard for you.”
Her shy little smile makes me wanna kiss her all over again.
She starts toward the dozens of bags on the floor, and I follow her as she removes her clothes and places them on the bed. I never realized how good it would feel to have someone to spend money on.
When she grabs another bag and takes out some really bright suits, I try to hide my grimace. “Those are…uh, colorful.”
“So you like them?” Her eyes brighten as she peeks at me from behind her shoulder.
“Of course.”
I’m not about to tell her how hideous they are. If she wants to wear them, then who am I to stop her? Though they do look quite big…
“I’m glad you think so!” She grins. “They’re for you.”
I cough, trying to keep a straight face. “Is that so?”
“That’s right.” She arches a brow. “I thought your closet could use some color. Want to try one on?”
I chuckle, advancing closer, clasping her hips.
She throws her arms over my shoulders, grinning like a tempestuous devil.
My lips brush hers. “Having a little fun?”
I palm her ass and squeeze hard, pulling her into my body.
“You did tell me to spend your money.” There’s a sultry edge to her tone.
“Our money, mo chuisle. Remember that.” I kiss her, just barely, teasing her until she groans.
“I thought maybe I’d get under your skin long enough for you to divorce me.”
I let out a low growl against her ear. “Is that what you thought? That I would let you go for some little prank?”
She grabs fistfuls of my hair. “Mm-hmm.”
“Do your worst, baby. There’s nothing you can do to make me let you go.”
“Is that a bet?” She pushes me back, gazing straight into my eyes, and my heart flinches.
I’m obsessed with you…
“Bring it on.”
“Really wish you hadn’t said that.” She scrunches her nose in the most adorable way.
What could she really do to me?
My hand curls around the base of her jaw.
“I can play dirty too,” I remind her, staring deep into her eyes. “Just hope you come prepared, little serpent, because you’re not the only one who can bite.”
She grips my wrist. “I like it when you bite.”
With a growl, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her with blistering fury, wanting to get lost inside her.
Her fingers slip under my shirt, and her hands on my skin make me lose my fucking mind. With a grunt, I throw her onto the bed face-first, roughly dragging her dress up. I slap her bare ass, needing that thong off of her.
“Stay just like that.” I work my belt, yanking it out, before my pants and boxers come next.
My damn pulse batters in my ears, needing her so badly, I’m willing to beg her for it.
She pops out her ass, gyrating her hips, teasing the fuck out of me as she catches my eye from over her shoulder.
With my cock free, I fist it, squeezing the head, my precum seeping out as she watches.
“Want it inside you?”
She reaches into her panties and starts touching herself, smirking at me like she knows she’s not allowed to do that.
“Get that hand out. You don’t get to play with that pussy until I allow it.”
But she doesn’t listen, her mouth parting, brows snapping with pleasure as she continues to touch herself.
“Fuck, you drive me insane.” In a split second, I’m tugging her fingers out and sucking them into my mouth, groaning from the taste of her.
With a fistful of her hair, I arch her back until my mouth is level to her ear. “I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.”
“Is that so, Mr. Quinn?” She bows her ass into my cock.
“That’s right. When I tell you something, you do it.”
“Seems like I’m not much of a listener.”
I spank her hard, and she cries out.
“I think it’s time I fixed that.” In a flash, I’m seated on the edge of the bed, her ass over my knee.
Her desperate, quivering moans make it harder for me not to just fuck her.
My fingertips roll over the slit of her ass, descending until I trace her pussy, yanking her panties to the side. “Shall I examine how soaked you are?”
“Tynan, please.” She squirms, her eyes full of lust, her toes curling on the floor.
“So damn hot when you’re begging.” I thrust two fingers inside her as she cries out, sliding them out of her to show her the evidence of her arousal. “Look at it. So wet. So desperate for your husband’s cock.”
“Please, Tynan, I need this.”
“I know you do, but I think I wanna play with my toy first.” I shove my fingers into her mouth, grinding my molars as she moans. “Good girl. Keep sucking.”
Dragging my fingers out, I spread her ass open with both palms. “Gonna fill that hole too. Gonna fill every desperate hole in your body.”
She begs for it, unable to stop herself. I spank her again, her skin growing pink from my heavy touch.
When she tries to fight me, I catch her wrists and pin them to the small of her back. “Not done having my fill of you just yet.” Another spank, and her body jolts. “Want you red and sore before I fill you up. Gonna watch me dripping out of your cunt.”
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t you dare.” I ram my fingers deeper and she cries out. “You come, and I’ll punish you again.”
She quivers, whimpering something unintelligible.
I use her slick arousal and bring it up to her other hole, filling her up with my thumb while two fingers thrust into her pussy at the same time.
“Oh my God, I feel so full.” Her walls squeeze me from both ends, and I’m about to come myself.
“On your knees, little serpent. I think it’s time I watched you gagging on it.”
She stares at me all wild-eyed, and I revel in it. Been wanting her to suck me off so damn bad.
I grab her jaw and kiss her hard before forcing her onto her knees.
With unsteady hands, she fists me, lowering her mouth until her tongue traces the tip.
“Oh, shit…” I clutch the top of her head. “Need you to take all of it, baby.”
She lets out a breathy moan, and with her eyes on mine, she swallows the tip into her mouth, grabbing my balls and squeezing them as she takes more of my erection.
“That’s it. That’s a good wife. Take it all.”
I force her head down even more, and she starts to gag.
“Damn, you sound good choking on it.”
She takes me whole, touching her pussy while she bobs her head. I’m ready to release it all into her pretty throat, but all I want is to fill her cunt with it.
I wrap her hair around my fist and tug, dragging my cock out of her. “My God, you’re perfect.”
“Tynan…” She attempts to control her erratic breathing, rising until she’s straddling me, clasping my face with her warm hands.
These feelings inside me.
This want.
This need for a woman who appeared in my life as though out of nowhere.
I can’t handle it.
Yet she consumes me further with every single moment.
Unable to wait another second, I toss her onto the bed, bending her over the edge. That dress is around her hips, her ass and pussy mine for the taking.
My body lowers over hers, my cock at her entrance.
“You’re undoing me, Elara.” I slide in just a little, stretching her just enough. “Inch by inch, I’m unraveling.”
I force more of myself inside her, until my first piercing enters her.
“Oh, God! More, please…”
“Say it. Tell me you want me to come inside you. Tell me you want it all with me.”
“Yes, please. I want it. I really want it.” Her eyes fuse with mine from over her shoulder.
And when I find that desperation piercing within them, that’s all it takes for me to break.
The bed creaks as I slam myself deeper, sliding all the way out, then giving it to her harder, over and over again.
She grabs the comforter, her body quivering, tiny tremors of her walls milking my cock until she comes, squirting all over the damn place.
“That’s it, baby.” I spank her ass, her high-pitched cries loud enough to crack the walls.
Yet I don’t stop, giving it to her harder. Her eyes lock with mine, her breaths as wild as her gaze while I continue to take what belongs to me, chasing my own release.
With a growl, I let her have all of me, hot spurts shooting into her. And I pray like hell it gets her pregnant.
She releases a huff, laughing with tortured breaths. “If I knew getting you a bunch of silly suits would make you fuck me like that, I’d have done it sooner.”
I lie on top of her body, biting into her lobe. “I wanted to. I just didn’t wanna push you after everything.”
Her eyes swim with emotion. “That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” I arch my hips into her ass. “Sweet.”
Flipping onto my back, I pull her onto my chest.
We lie in each other’s arms for a while, my fingers lazily rolling up and down her back.
This is nice.
“What do you wanna do today?” I ask.
“Well, I was kinda hoping to shower, then watch a movie with Brody. Wanna join us?”
I kiss her temple. “Of course I do.”
“I really don’t wanna get up, though.” She groans.
I nudge her chin with a finger. “Promise to make it worth your while.”
Her teeth nip at her bottom lip, making a low growl emanate from deep in my chest.
“Come on, let’s take a shower together so I can fuck you up against the wall.”
Her gaze turns fiery.
I get to my feet, pulling her up and stripping off her clothes until she’s bare and beautiful. My ravenous gaze takes her in, and her nipples bead in the wake of it.
When I lock eyes with her, those cheeks of hers turn pink, and a smirk falls to my lips.
“Being shy on me?” I grab her jaw.
“A little.”
“Don’t be. I’ve already seen every inch of you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
ELARA
I don’t think I can physically get off this sofa after what we did earlier.
Sitting between Brody and Tynan is exactly where I want to be.
I won’t lie and say I’m not scared that I’m starting to feel things for Tynan. Things I want to deny. But that’s becoming harder with each passing day.
He’s a surprise—one I’m afraid to welcome. Yet I want to at the same time.
Brody looks up at me and grins, moving the bucket of popcorn in my direction. When I return the sentiment, he leans his head against my shoulder, moving the bucket toward Tynan.
“Thanks, bud.” He grabs some, tossing it into his mouth. And when his eyes catch mine, his lips curl, sending my stomach soaring with butterflies.
He reaches for my hand and holds it behind Brody, and we remain that way.
Lost in each other.
Lost in these feelings I’m still wrestling with.
Unsure how long I can deny them.