Filthy Savage: Chapter 23

I don’t know what the hell took over me last night. But all I could think about was getting her pregnant. It consumed me.

As soon as I was inside her, that was all I thought about. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve missed out on the first few years of Fia’s life, and I want to make up for it.

Amara tenses beside me while I pick up Fia, holding her tight in my arms while grabbing the spare car seat Amara had in the house.

“Where we going, Mama?” Fia glances between us, grinning all toothy at me, and I can’t help but laugh.

Amara clears her throat, probably unsure how to answer our daughter.

“Well…” I tell her. “You and your mommy are gonna have a fun sleepover at my house for a few days. How does that sound?”

“Why?” Her dark pigtails sway as her head slants to the side.

“Because Mommy and I are friends.” I glance over at Amara, who’s scratching her temple as I go on. “I haven’t seen her in a long time and I’ve missed her, so I wanted us to have a sleepover. I like sleeping with your mother.”

When I catch Amara’s gaze, her cheeks grow crimson. She catches my smirk, and her face only grows rosier.

Shit, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“I like sleeping with Mama too!”

“See, it’s fun.” I let out a laugh.

“Yeah. Fun.” She giggles. “Do you have a poo?”

“Uh, a what?” My brows shoot up while Amara bursts into a laugh.

“A poo!” The kid looks at me like I’ve offended her.

“Umm…” I grimace.

“You should see your face right now.” Amara continues to laugh at my expense.

“Wanna help me out here?”

“Mm, not really.” She lets out another laugh before she puts me out of my misery. “She means a pool.” Grabbing Fia’s hand, she kisses it. “My friend…um, Emily, has one, and she’s obsessed.”

“Ah, Emily. It’s funny, I feel like we already know each other so well.”

She rolls her eyes, and as she does, I drop my lips to her ear.

“Only time those eyes should be rolling is when I’ve got my cock buried in your cunt.” When she sucks in a breath, I go on. “Can’t get the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my dick while you fell asleep out of my head.”

“Can you keep it down?” she whispers, bumping her elbow into my ribs. “She can probably hear you.”

“Doubt it.” I leave a kiss on the corner of her mouth, and her inhale stills in her throat.

“Come on, kid,” I tell Fia. “Let’s get you in the car seat. We have a long drive.”

“Mommy got all your snacks ready. But hopefully you take a nap.” Amara whispers that last part.

“She’ll be fine. Right, kid?”

“I like snacks.” Fia grabs chunks of my hair while we walk out to my Royce SUV.

I’m grateful it’s the one I drove into Boston yesterday.

“Your hair is like a teddy bear.” She giggles.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I wink, and she tries to copy me, her high-pitched laugh making me smile.

Glancing over at my pissed-off future wife, I realize I now have a family I didn’t know I needed, one already made for me. I’ll do everything to protect them. She may not want this—not yet—but I’ll do everything in my power to make her happy.

I hand Fia to Amara while I hook the car seat into the back. “Okay, let’s get you inside.”

Fia’s arms reach for me, and I can tell how uncomfortable that makes my little rabbit. That’s alright. Eventually she’ll realize I’m not the enemy.

I place Fia in the car seat and buckle her in.

Amara hands her a sippy cup. “Be a good girl, okay?” She kisses her on the forehead.

“I’m always a good girl, Mama.”

“Yes, you are.” She sighs, looking up at me.

“Get in,” I tell her, tucking her hand in mine before I bring it to my lips.

She fidgets, darting her eyes to the ground as she whisper-shouts, “This isn’t right. You can’t just force someone to marry you!”

“I just did.” My smirk has her irises burning with a death threat. “I’m protecting you. Don’t ever forget that.”

“You’re really trying to protect yourself,” she snickers.

“Well…” My mouth curls. “I never said I wasn’t getting anything out of it.”

And what I mean by that is you.

“What about my car and my things?” She huffs, her body deflating.

“I’ll have everything you and Fia need brought to our home tomorrow.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

With anger lining her features, she climbs into the passenger side while I get in and start the car. She refuses to pay me any mind while we head toward the highway, staring out the window instead.

My hand clasps her knee, and that finally gets her attention.

“What am I going to tell my friends? They’re gonna think I’m nuts.”

“Do they know about me?”

“Yeah. But still. They know I met you that one time and⁠—”

“Haven’t been able to forget me? I know.” I grin. “Me too.”

My fingers inch higher, working up her inner thigh while she squirms uncomfortably.

“That’s not what I was going to say,” she gasps.

“No?” I trace a single finger over her pussy through her pants. “It’s a damn shame you’re not wearing a skirt.”

“Why’s that?” Every syllable grows croakier.

“Because I enjoy touching you.” Pushing her thighs open while trying to concentrate on the road, I press two fingers over her clit, slowly massaging her there.

Her head falls back, eyes closed, breaths growing needier.

“I love the way you look when you’re turned on.”

Her eyes snap to mine, our gazes tangled in this unspeakable way. This damn connection I can’t explain.

She doesn’t even fight it as I slip a hand into her leggings and past her panties, finding her soaked.

“Shit,” I whisper, turning up the music so Fia doesn’t hear us. “You need this, don’t you?”

When her only answer is the tug of her lower lip, I rub her clit, and a cry dies in her throat.

“Answer me when I ask you a question.” My jaw clenches, my cock growing harder the more she tries to fight what I do to her. What I always will.

This woman has been mine from the moment we locked eyes. Denying it will get her nowhere.

Stroking her clit, I slip my fingers inside her. “Tell me you want me to make this pussy squirt. I need to hear it.”

She glances to the rearview, eyes tangled with lust.

“She can’t hear us,” I whisper. “The speakers are right above her.”

My fingers dip in and out while she pushes her cunt deeper into me.

I let out a laugh. “So fucking willing to get finger-fucked. My dirty little slut.”

Her mouth pops wide even as her walls clench around my fingers.

“You like me calling you that, huh? What else do you like?”

My pace increases, then slows, while I take us on the highway.

My cell rings, and her gaze widens with panic.

“Answer,” I tell my car, and when she tries to pry my fingers out of her, I keep them right where they are.

“Fionn! Don’t!”

But I ignore her, teasing her clit with my thumb as I answer the phone. “Hey, Tynan. What’s up?”

Her core pulses and throbs, her brows knitted tight as she tries not to make a sound.

“I saw you called earlier. Just returning your call.”

She holds her breath as I piston deeper, faster, watching her gasp while I let a half-grin take over my mouth.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“That priest you used that night you…you know, with Elara.” I glance at Amara—so damn ready to come, I can feel it.

“What about him?”

“I’m in need of his services.”

Silence.

“Why?”

“Remember that girl, the one who told me her name was Emily?”

“Of course. You found her?”

“Guess you could say she found me.”

My thumb flicks her clit, and she squirts, soaking herself and the seat. Thank fuck it’s leather. Her hand clasps around her mouth as she tries not to scream. When she’s finally done, I slip out and pop those fingers into my mouth.

“Tasting you is my favorite thing,” I whisper.

“What did you say?” Tynan’s voice comes through.

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head, like she’s warning me not to tell him.

“She’s in the car with me. I want the priest at my house in a couple of hours. Want it done today. And I want you and Cillian as my witnesses.”

“Alright. We can do that. Need anything else?”

“No. Got everything else arranged.”

“See you then.” He drops the call while I look at the unwilling bride-to-be.

At least I didn’t have to drug her like Tynan did with Elara.

She doesn’t say anything for the rest of the way, and when we pull into the gated estate, her eyes widen.

“How much land do you own?”

“This isn’t all mine.”

I explain how my father set up the houses here for us, and about the farm we run here. She doesn’t need to know about our other extracurricular activities. Not yet.

When I pull in beside my other car, I lower the music and glance back at Fia. “We’re here, kid.”

Amara’s awestruck expression as she takes in the towering mansion has me smiling internally. I want to give this woman everything. Nothing has changed.

“Yay! I want to go in the poo!”

“We don’t have your swimsuit, baby.” Amara gets out, while I follow. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“I can get her one. Just give me her size. In fact, I’ll make sure to buy her everything she needs.”

“She has things at home.” Amara starts unbuckling her, me right behind her.

“I’m her father,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to get my daughter things. I’m not asking for a lot here.”

She laughs under her breath, staring at me angrily over her shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right.” Her tone is just as low. “Forcing her mother into marriage and moving her and me into your home isn’t asking for a lot at all.”

Groaning, I grab her hip and kiss the back of her head, knowing nothing I say right now will change her mind.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll introduce you to my staff.”

“You’ve got a staff?”

I chuckle as she lifts Fia into her arms.

“Right. Of course you do…”

As soon as I shut the door, we’re climbing the three stone steps. My guards inside the house open the doors when we approach. Their cells are equipped with cameras, so they know everyone’s comings and goings. When her eyes take them in, she shrinks a little.

“Hi! I’m Fia!” My daughter waves, making friends wherever she goes, apparently. Like her father.

Eli and Henry—one of the toughest sons of bitches I’ve known—smile at her, practically melting.

“Hi,” Eli says. “Nice to meet you.”

“Where’s your hair?” She glances curiously at his bald head, and he starts laughing.

“I shaved it off.”

She giggles, reaching for his head to rub it.

“Fia!” Amara scolds. “You can’t touch someone without asking.”

“It’s okay, ma’am.” Eli grins when Fia gives it another pat.

“Okay, let’s go meet Louise,” I say. “She probably baked something for you. I told her you were coming.”

“Bye!” She waves to my men, and they return it, while Amara glances at them as we start to walk away, her face filled with fear.

“Who’s Louise?” Fia asks, completely ignorant of her mother’s anxiety.

“Louise is the nice lady who lives here and takes care of the house. She also likes to cook for me because I can’t cook a thing.”

Fia laughs as we step into the kitchen, and Louise turns from the stove, shutting it off before coming to greet us.

“Well, who is this adorable little lady?” Her brown eyes brighten.

“I’m Fia.”

“Nice to meet you, Fia. I’m Louise.” She grins.

“I know. Fionn told me.” She slaps on another show-stopping grin.

“She’s absolutely adorable.” She turns to Amara. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” The women shake hands, but my wife’s uneasy expression is obvious to everyone.

Louise has been with me for many years and knows exactly who my family is, but she has no idea about how Amara and I know one another. All I told her was that I’ll be getting married today and that I want a nice meal prepared. She knows better than to ask questions.

“Well, I’ll let you all get settled. I do have some snacks and lunch prepared just in case anyone is hungry.”

“Me!” Fia throws her hand up.

“Well, good.” Louise’s face lights up, her gaze lingering on her, the pain in her eyes evident.

I know she’s going to love having Fia around.