Page 70 of Filthy Savage
I want to give this man every single piece of me. Every inch, inside and out. His tongue fills my mouth just as his cock slides inside of me. I’m already wet, waiting—wanting. As much as I want to deny that this man does something to me, my body cannot.
Desire flows through my veins, mixing with anger and pain. All of it is too much. Evan breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing against mine as he breathes against my face. His breath is warm as he pants, and I match his short inhales and exhales.
His pelvis grinds against my clit. My breath hitches with each stroke and grind. It’s too much, not enough, and everything I need all at once. I gasp, my eyes widening. He lifts his head from mine, his gaze looking into my own, and he grins.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Spencer.”
His words fill me with hope. Though I’m sure that it’s false hope. What else can it be? He says the right things, but I am not filled with peace in any way regarding him. When it comesto what he keeps from me—or rather chooses what details he wishes to share with me about his life.
Evan’s lips touch mine again. This time, he speaks against my mouth. I swallow his words and his sounds as he grunts with each downstroke. “You are mine, Spencer. You do not leave. Not fucking ever.”
And that is when I come. When he comes. It’s as close as I’ve ever come to orgasming simultaneously. My heart races and every single muscle in my body freezes as my release slides throughout my entire body.
I’m cold, then warm.
When my body begins to melt, I let out a heavy sigh, and at that moment, Evan stops pumping into my body and buries himself deep, then I feel a whole other warmth fill me.His warmth.
His lips touch mine again, but instead of a kiss, I feel his teeth nibble my bottom lip before he pulls away. We’re breathing heavily, our wild eyes searching one another’s. Deep down, I wanted him to kiss me and tell me that everything would be okay.
I wanted him to tell me that it was all nothing but a horrible mistake, that he didn’t know her, that she was just some crazy bitch who lived in town. But that’s not the case. He knows her. She was pregnant with his baby, and they have had something for a decade.
I don’t know how I feel about all of that.
No, that’s not true. I know exactly how I feel about all of it. Sick. Absolutely sick. He doesn’t release me, his hands still gripping my thighs, his gaze searching mine, and then he shakes his head once, displeasure in his face.
“Jasmine was the past.”
“A past you haven’t let go of,” I whisper.
He hums, leaning forward as he brushes his lips across mine. “The past is the past.”
“And yet, the past can come back,” I say, reminding him of myself.
Evan laughs softly, his gaze never leaving mine, and I wonder if he can actually see into my soul. It wouldn’t surprise me. The way he watches me, how intensely he stares and searches. I know he sees more of me than I do myself.
“Only a past worth keeping means an ounce of shit, beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning forward as he touches his lips to mine.
“You’ve kept her for ten years,” I remind him.
He grunts but stays planted deep inside of me before he responds. “Something that is easy, a throwaway, is just that. It doesn’t mean that it’s right, but I continued with Jasmine out of pure guilt. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
I can’t imagine the woman I met feeling anything, hurt or otherwise. What I can see is her sinking those long nails into his skin and trying to keep him. Trying to become an old lady, she sure as shit dressed the part of clubwhore.
Shaking my head once, I decide not to be a catty bitch. I don’t know her, her life, or her struggles. Maybe she really does still have pain and issues from the baby. I can imagine that something like that, a loss like that, would never go away.
As much as I want to hate her, I don’t think I can. Bitch or no bitch, I’m not a stranger to pain, but that is a pain I have not suffered, so I can’t judge her as much as I want to, and I truly do. I want to both judge her and hate her at the same time.
Evan slips from my body and takes a step backward, his pants around his ankles. Placing my feet flat on the floor, I watch as he tugs his jeans up, zipping them but not buttoning them. I slide my tongue along my bottom lip as I watch him put himself together.
He lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. When he doesn’t say anything else, I grab my panties and shorts from the floor and pull them back on. I suddenly feel naked.
“I think,” I begin, my voice coming out in a whisper. “Honestly,” I continue, “I think you should let me go, Evan. Your past is clearly still at the forefront and in your future.”
The flash that appears in his gaze is something that I’ve never seen before. It’s quick, and my shoulder jerks backward slightly at the sight of it. The rage that fills him instantly causes my breath to hitch.
He rushes me again. This time, I don’t back away from him. I stand strong as he lifts his hands to cup my cheeks as his eyes search my own. He leans forward, his eyes never leaving mine, and this time, hiding nothing from me.
“I will never let you go. Not ever,” he growls, leaning in, gripping my cheeks tighter.