SWNOVELS Brutal Savage: Chapter 38
We enter through a guarded metal gate on Konstantin’s estate, driving down a private double road with trees on both sides, as though hiding something sinister beyond them.
“How big is his property?” I ask Tynan.
“I don’t know exactly, but it’s pretty substantial. We have to drive down to another gate, and then his home is about a quarter mile from there.”
“Wow.” I stare out the window.
I should’ve realized Konstantin is filthy rich too.
As we arrive at the tall iron fence, two men with black hoodies and rifles on their backs greet us.
“What’s your name?” one of them asks in a thick Russian accent.
“Tynan Quinn.” He looks at me, waiting for me to give the guard my name.
“Elara Qu—OH!”
A powerful vibration hits my center, and it becomes impossible to breathe. My eyes widen at my husband, because the bastard doesn’t stop it.
My core throbs and pulses, while he fights his amusement.
“What?” the guard asks with an annoyed tone.
“U-u-u-h—mmm.” My nails dig into the leather beneath me.
“Her name is Elara Quinn,” Tynan offers, glancing at me with a glint in his eyes. “Excuse my wife. She’s not herself today.”
The man looks at the tablet he’s holding, then peers at us before the gate slowly parts, allowing us entry. As soon as it does, the vibrations stop, my heartbeats thumping in my ribs.
“Tynan, I swear to God, you better not do that to me again!”
A smile spreads on his face while my entire body thrums with need. This is gonna be worse than I thought.
He clasps my thigh, his fingertips squeezing tight. “You better not be giving me any demands or else I’ll keep it on all night, edging you slowly until you’re coming in a room full of people.”
“You’re such a bastard.” I let out a sigh, loving yet hating the sweet torture.
When he smirks at me, I really wanna punch him in the face.
He continues down a long, winding road that ends with a gray towering mansion.
We pull up to the side of the estate, since the driveway is already filled with various sports cars, with more vehicles parked around the property.
Getting out first, Tynan opens my door and helps me up, sliding his hand through mine. “You ready?”
“To attend a birthday party for the head of the Russian Mob?” I crinkle my nose. “Maybe a little.”
He chuckles as he takes us up the cobblestone steps, where tall white columns sculpted into angels greet us. A guard lets us through the doors, and music instantly surrounds us, soft and classical, which is odd for a man in the Mob. Then again, I’ve learned not to judge.
I squeeze Tynan’s arm with my free hand and burrow myself to his side.
“What’s that for?” he whispers as he leads us past the foyer with its white marble flooring and large sparkling crystal chandelier.
I shrug. “Just hugging my husband.”
Stopping in place, he stares down at me through narrowed, suspicious eyes. “If you think that’s gonna stop the way I’m gonna torture you all night…” He grasps my jaw. “You’d be mistaken.”
A shiver runs down my spine from his husky tone.
“Ah, there you two are.” Konstantin appears from behind us as though out of nowhere, and I jolt, separating from Tynan.
He’s a good few inches taller than Tynan, probably six-six or even six-seven. And with those dark, cunning eyes, he’s intimidating to look at.
“Mrs. Quinn.” He nods in greeting, picking up my hand and kissing the top of it. “What a pleasure it is to see you again, and looking so radiant I might add.”
“Thank—oh, God!” I moan, squeezing my eyes. “Fuuuck…”
My hands tremble.
My toes curl.
I’m gonna kill him!
Konstantin’s brows squeeze in confusion. “Are you alright? Should I get my doctor?”
“Mm…no, no.” I shake my head, forcing a smile, fighting through the frustration. “I’m fiiiine!” My voice goes shrill, and I swear I hear Tynan laugh.
That dirty bastard!
“Haaaapy birthday!” Okay, if my voice gets any higher, I’m gonna sound like one of those people who has swallowed up helium.
He increases the speed.
Oh my God! I’m gonna come!
“Tynan!” I look back at him, widening my eyes.
His mouth tilts, and suddenly I breathe a sigh of relief.
Clearing my throat, I look back at the confused man before me. “Sorry about that.” I smooth out my dress. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Why, thank you.” His thick, dark brows furrow before he smirks at Tynan.
My face burns. Oh my God. Does he know?
“Thanks for having us,” Tynan adds, walking up beside me and grabbing my hand.
“Of course. It’s not a party without friends. Your whole family is here already. Shall we go join them?”
I nod, needing to sit down so I can get some reprieve from the way I’m turned on right now. With one touch, I could go off.
We start toward the back of the home, past a dining room with a table for twelve. “You know, I own some clubs around the world…” His eyes swivel to mine. “Lots of married couples go. Maybe it’s something you two would be interested in.”
He smirks, but Tynan shoots him a glare.
“It was just a suggestion.” He chuckles as we head into a modern white kitchen, where cooks and waiters busy themselves with trays.
“What kind of club do you mean?” I glance between them.
Konstantin grins, right before Tynan pulls me close and whispers, “He owns a bunch of sex clubs.”
“Oh!” My face twists in shock. “Wow. Yeah, I…uh, will have to think about that.”
“Nothing to think about,” Tynan snaps. “Will never happen.”
“You should ask your brothers how much fun they can be.”
“Don’t care what they do and with whom. I’d never fuck my wife for your cameras to capture it.”
Konstantin laughs, slapping a palm on Tynan’s back.
We head past double glass doors and into a lavish yard decorated with white tents and tables, LED lighting coming from the DJ booth. One of his men pulls him aside, and Konstantin gives us a dismissive glance.
“You two have fun. I’ll be around.”
“He’s a lot,” I whisper as we head for the tables.
“Yeah, his whole family is. Stay away from them.”
“Pretty sure that won’t be a problem. Not like we hang out in the same circles.”
He shoots me an intense gaze. “You do now. Things have changed for you, Elara, if you couldn’t tell. You have to be careful all the time.”
My heart lurches. I guess I really didn’t think about it all that much.
We step past a dance floor, people already having a great time while the DJ plays some upbeat songs.
When I spot Iseult waving to us, I wave back, and we start in her direction, the entire Quinn family already seated there.
“Nice of you to finally join us.” Devlin pulls Eriu into his side, tilting his chin up in greeting.
“You look beautiful,” Eriu tells me.
“You too.”
Her emerald-green gown matches her eyes with perfection.
“How about we go dance?” Iseult glances between Eriu and me.
“Sure.” In a flash, my eyes roll back. “Oh fuuu…dge… No.”
My pulse beats in my ears, my heart drumming.
I’m gonna cut his dick off.
“Wait, what?” Iseult’s forehead creases. “You okay?”
I purse my lips and nod, fisting my hands, my breaths stilling in my chest.
I can’t believe he’s doing this to me again! In the middle of a conversation with his family!
“So, when are you two having some little ones?” Fernanda asks, while I fight not to moan or beg or scream.
“Oh my God!” I grit my teeth, groaning as I squeeze my legs.
“I’m sorry, that was rude of me.” Her face turns crimson.
“Uh, no, no, I…just remembered…I…um…” My words tremble out of me. “F-f-f-forgot something for work.”
Please make it stop.
My whole body feels like I’ve been zapped by electricity. I grab Tynan’s thigh, turning toward him, my nails sinking into the brick he calls a leg. I bet this doesn’t even hurt him, so I carve my nails in deeper.
He only smirks. “Hopefully soon. There’s nothing I want more than to see Elara pregnant with our child.”
“Wow!” Iseult huffs a laugh. “Look at you. I quite remember the time you told me you’d rather be thrown into a volcano than get married.”
“My God, son,” Patrick chuckles. “You really didn’t wanna get married, did ya?”
“Aww, now look at them,” Fernanda gushes, while I grit my teeth and smile like an idiot.
Oh my God, they all need to stop talking!
“Tynan, please,” I whisper into his ear. “I’ll do anything, just please…”
“I’m having too much fun watching you squirm,” he husks, his lips brushing past my quaking pulse. “I can just imagine how wet you are. How easy it would be to thrust inside you.”
“This isn’t fair.” I grip his leg tighter and tighter.
“Need I remind you, I’ve never been a fair man?”
“What are you two whispering about?” Fionn chuckles. “Seems like something we’d all want to know.”
Pretty sure you don’t.
The vibrations instantly stop, and Tynan tugs me to him, kissing my temple. I sag against him, the desperate need still clinging to me. But at least I don’t feel like I’m gonna explode.
He drops his mouth against my ear. “You don’t know how badly I wanna fuck you. Bet your clit is all swollen, waiting for me to suck it into my mouth.”
I quiver, my eyes on his, the desire for him spiraling.
As I get lost in his eyes, he switches the vibration back on and I choke on a cry, biting the inside of my cheek.
“U-u-m-mm….” I stutter on a cry. “Please excuse us.” I grab Tynan’s bicep, eyeing him intently. “Let’s go. Now.”
He fights a smile, getting to his feet, a hand in his pocket where he’s got that tiny remote.
“Ooh, someone’s pussy-whipped,” Iseult teases.
“Shut up, Iz,” he mutters, her laughter echoing as I grab his hand, barely able to walk.
“Turn that off!” I whisper-shout when we find a corner to speak. “If you ever want to get laid again, I suggest you throw that thing away.”
He draws nearer, his eyes hooded and equally filled with yearning. “I have a better idea.” His knuckles draw down my cheek. “How about we find a room so I can take that ache away?”
The vibrations stop, and he’s thrusting his hips into me, his rock-hard erection causing my body to coil with unparalleled lust.
“Been throbbing for you.” His lips brush mine. “And I won’t last until we get home.”
Discreetly, he pushes a finger between my thighs.
“Please…” I beg, needing him just as badly.
He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I want you bent over the nearest sofa so I can use your body any way I damn well please.”
The pounding in my ears quickens, the unquenchable desire to be filled and stretched overwhelming me. “Okay, yeah…let’s do that.”
He drags me out of the yard and past the doors, taking me further into the house.
“Do you know where we’re going?” I ask as we walk toward the right, opposite from where we first came in.
“No clue.”
My stomach clenches. This is kind of exciting. Or I’m just a feral cat who needs to get laid.
A maid passes me by, softly smiling. “Hello.”
Tynan nods, while my face grows hot. He takes me to the end of the hall and opens the last door to our left.
When he switches the lights on, my eyes adjust to my surroundings, finding multiple rows of seats and a large screen before them.
A theater room.
“Do the doors lock?” I’m terrified someone could walk in on us.
“No. Is that gonna be a problem, Mrs. Quinn?” He stalks closer, unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, causing my blood to hum, literally burning for him from the inside out.
Fuck it.
“Not at all.” I squeeze my breasts together, leaning back against the row of seating.
My pulse races, skin growing heated and sensitive under this dress.
His jaw tightens, his molten gaze drawing a path down my body while he’s tossing the jacket over one of the seats and starting on his cuffs.
I shuffle on my heels, unable to wait another moment. But of course, he’s taking his time on purpose.
He lifts up the sleeves, the veins of his forearms thick, like they’re pulsing. “Bend over and hold on.”
I feel the dominance in his voice, feel it in every crevice of my body. Waiting and willing to be his however he wants me to be.
Doing as I’m told, I face away from him, clutching the back of the seat tightly, my nails clinging to the black leather. I register him behind me, and the closer he gets, the more rapid the flicker of my heartbeats becomes.
The instant he fists my hair, I cry out in pleasure from the vibrations against my clit.
“Oh f-f-f-fuck!” I quiver. “Please, please, I can’t!” My whimpered tone grows, and his grunting, the way he tightens his grasp around my hair, only makes me want this more.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard, Mrs. Quinn.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Gonna take whatever I want from this tight little body, and if you say please, maybe I’ll even let you come.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. The way I beg and plead for him to give me what I need.
He runs a palm down my back. “Look how fucking sexy you are, turned on and needy for it.”
“Please. I need you, Tynan. So badly.”
“Mm,” he growls, sucking my earlobe into his mouth before he’s grabbing the back of my neck, forcing me down until I’m completely bent over. “Stay just like that.”
I register him working his belt, and the sound of metal reverberating through the large space only heightens my desire.
“Please!”
He chuckles, lifting up my dress, and cool air hits my ass before he slaps it hard. My skin aches, but it’s nothing compared to the pulsing in my center. I’ve never wanted to be fucked this badly before.
He removes the toy and slides my panties down, leaving them across my ankles as he pushes his palm between my thighs and works me against his hand.
“Such a needy wife.” He thrusts a finger inside me, using his thumb to rub my clit.
“Oh God, yes, just like that. I need to come.”
He hisses, then the crown of his cock pushes inside me.
“Never wanted anything more.” His tone is heated and desperate.
When he clutches my hair this time, he thrusts all the way deep, each one of his piercings pushing into me, making me feel even fuller. My eyes roll back, and I let out a scream, not caring who can hear me.
He drives into me with fervor.
With demanding possession.
And it’s exactly what I need.
“Yes, yes, so good…” I arch my hips back, wanting him deeper.
He slaps my ass. “My fucking little whore.”
Those words only fuel my lust.
His pace increases, my body almost there.
I reach between my thighs and touch myself. “Yes, Tynan, I’m—”
“Oh, excuse me.” Konstantin’s voice startles us both.
I gasp, my face burning with humiliation as he gives us a wicked smirk.
“My cameras detected some movement here, so I came to investigate, but do go on. I’m glad someone is making such use of this room.”
“Get out, Konstantin,” Tynan grits.
He chuckles, walking over to the wall and pressing a button. Suddenly, the room is filled with a soft romantic melody coming from the speakers.
“Some mood music for you two.” He looks us up and down. “Though I don’t think either of you need much help.”
“Get the fuck out, Konstantin.”
He raises his palms. “Don’t worry. Your wife’s dignity is intact. I haven’t seen a thing.” He glances at Tynan’s ass. “Though I’ve now seen more of you than I bargained for.”
Tynan growls, but Konstantin finds it all amusing.
“Alright, alright, my friend. I will leave you to fuck your wife in peace. And feel free to use the game room right next door. There’s a sturdy pool table you may want to take advantage of.” He winks before he walks right out.
I release my breath. “Oh my God! I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Forget him.” His lips drop to my neck and he nudges into my G-spot, making me forget the interruption.
Then we’re lost once more. Lost in each other. In the way he makes me feel.
His hand snakes around my front, grabbing my throat and squeezing tight as he gives me everything.
I rub myself as he groans.
“That’s it, baby. Touch yourself while I fuck your pretty cunt. Gonna leave a mess on the floor like a good girl.”
He pounds fiercely, not giving me much reprieve.
My mouth falls open with a soundless cry, needing the release like I need air. Nothing has ever felt this good. Nothing ever will. The swell of my orgasm grows within me, so close I can taste it.
And the rougher he takes me, the more I chase it.
Until I fall, screaming his name.
“Tynan, oh God!”
His grasp around my throat tightens, his movements more urgent until his body locks and I feel his warm spurts inside me, like he’s marking me as his.
But I already am.
Body and heart both forever tied to this man, no matter what happens after.
“That’s it, mo ghrá, take every drop.”
I’ll take everything he gives, over and over again.
His body slows, and he’s shifting my face to the side, his gaze wild and possessive, right before he’s capturing my lips with his. He remains inside me, kissing me with insistence. With passion and want and all the things I once desperately craved.
And as he does, he takes small pieces of my soul with him.