SWNOVELS Brutal Savage: Chapter 37
He bought me a beautiful gown for tonight’s birthday party for Konstantin. Apparently Konstantin is not just anyone. He’s the head of the Russian Mafia. The Bratva, as he told me it’s called.
I stare at myself in the bloodred sweetheart gown, a small train sweeping the floor.
The door creaks behind me and he whistles, causing me to turn with a wide grin. I don’t miss the small black box he’s holding, curious to see what’s inside.
“You look beautiful.” His hooded gaze takes me in, making my nipples pebble beneath the silk.
“Thank you. And you look insanely handsome.” My face flushes when I take him in.
His dark hair is coiffed back, eyes appearing even more emerald than normal. His large frame is hugged tight in his black tux.
“I’m so glad you’re not wearing one of those colorful suits,” I tease, remembering that awful yellow one he wore.
“Keep talking and I might just change.” He leans over to kiss me on my temple, and my heart skips a beat.
I’d return the favor, except I know I’d smear my burgundy lipstick all over him.
“What’s inside?” I glance down at the box. “Got me a diamond necklace to go along with these diamond studs?”
I finger one. The four-carat earrings he got me earlier today complement this dress nicely.
“Even better.” He smirks devilishly, and I instantly know he’s up to something.
I play with my hair, twirling it around my finger, a fluttery feeling weighing in my stomach.
“Nervous?” His thumb rolls over the outline of my jaw.
“Nope.” I raise my chin.
Just keep a brave face, Elara. Whatever is inside that box can’t be that bad.
I’m sure he’s not trying to pay me back for my little pranks. I mean, he hasn’t tried yet. He probably forgot all about that whole erectile dysfunction fiasco…
“You should be a little afraid.” He grazes his knuckles down the side of my throat, my pulse speeding up from his touch. “I warned you, remember?” His fingertips roll down my chest, stopping right above my breasts. “I told you I’d pay you back for that little prank you played.”
Crap.
Crap!
“I would’ve let the suits slide.” His palm rolls back up, until he’s got his hand wrapped around my throat. “But the other thing….” He shakes his head, mouth tugging on one side.
“Oh…that…” I shiver with a nervous laugh, my stomach turning to knots. “I was hoping you forgot.” I throw my arms over his shoulders. “Aren’t we past all that? I mean, you did kidnap me. Maybe you can forgive me?”
He chuckles deep in his chest, lips drawing nearer, hovering right before mine. “I see what you’re trying to do, Mrs. Quinn.”
He uses his free palm to cup my behind and squeeze my body to his. And it’s then I feel him hard and heavy.
“Is it working?” I whisper, growing aroused at the feel of his cock.
He shakes his head, his mouth curving playfully.
I love seeing this side of him. Fun and carefree. Though right now, I’m a tad terrified of what this “fun” entails.
He moves back. “Ready to see what I bought you?”
“Not exactly.” I grimace with a shaky voice.
He laughs, opening the box, and when I stare down into it, I grow confused.
“You got me panties?” A black lace thong lies inside.
“Not just any panties.” He picks it up, and beneath it is a small egg-shaped…toy.
Oh, fuck…
My eyes widen, backing up a step. “Tynan, please. I mean, this looks fun, but not tonight. Not while we’re at the party.”
I know vibrating panties when I see them. He’s going to drive me insane all night long.
What have I done? If only I could go back to Elara from days ago so I could warn her of this.
Alas, I cannot.
His gaze narrows, mouth curling as he drops the box on the bed, the panties in his grasp. “When we met, I distinctly remember how fond you were of toys. Consider this my wedding present. One of many.”
“That’s not exactly what I was thinking.”
“Lift up the dress, Elara.”
That rough, demanding voice has every hair on my body standing up.
When I don’t move, he grasps my jaw. “Now, Mrs. Quinn. Before I do it for you.”
My breath stutters when he forces me into his gaze as I gather the silk and lift up the gown.
With concentrated attention, he inspects me, and I feel even more exposed.
“No panties again, huh?” He drops to his knees, grabbing my ass with both hands, his nose pressed to my core.
“Tynan!” I cry, grabbing his head, working my nails through his scalp.
The warmth of his breath on me there, the tip of his tongue snaking out for a taste, it’s all too much. Running a fingertip through my slit, he hungrily stares up at me.
“I’m gonna enjoy torturing the shit out of you tonight.” He smirks salaciously, and I almost come just from this sight of him alone.
He slips the panties up my thighs, and once they’re secure around my hips, he rises to full height, reaching for the box and picking up the toy.
“They say this is the best one on the market. Can’t wait to get your feedback.” He teases me with it, rolling it around my pebbled nipple that’s poking through the material. “You’re gonna wear this all night, understand?”
I nod, throat going dry as I squeeze my thighs.
He slides a hand into the panties, finding the special slot for the toy. “Perfect.” Fixing my dress, he moves back so he can look me up and down. “How does that feel?”
His jaw clenches when I let out a low moan, the toy already pushing into my clit.
My hands tingle, the excitement and nerves pulsing through me. “Fine.”
“Fine, huh?” He grins, picking up a small remote from the box, and when he presses a button…
“Oh my God! Fuck!” I gasp, almost tripping on my heels.
The vibration is so intense, my whole body quivers.
“Tynan, please don’t do this.”
I don’t tell him I’m already throbbing and ready to come. There’s no way I’ll last if he plans to do this to me all night.
He captures my chin. “Promise to be my good girl tonight?”
“I promise no such thing.”
His grin spreads. “Well, then, I’ll have to see if I can fix that.”
Another vibration hits between my thighs—slow, then fast—and I almost collapse.
Then, it instantly stops, while I’m left reeling.
He clasps his palm around my nape, his lips stroking mine. “This is just as hard for me as it is for you.”
My heart races, nails clasping his huge biceps. “Doubtful.”
With another throaty laugh, he tugs me out the door, and I know it’s gonna be a night to remember.