Page 45 of Savage Promises (Quinlan Empire #2)

Lennox - May

T he clink of cut-crystal glasses and the soft ring of fine silverware on expensive plates is music that calms me.

The private dining room at Per Se is the most exquisite I’ve ever seen.

But I’m barely tasting the absurdly expensive meal in front of me.

My handsome, powerful husband distracts me with his lethal charm dealing negotiation blows to a union contractor.

Tom Farrell seems more interested in his third glass of single malt scotch than the new UN building his teamsters are constructing for Shane and his brothers.

It’s been three weeks since Norah’s birthday party and the tension between Shane and me has started to ease.

Tonight, he’s the picture of a loving and doting husband.

His attentiveness has my heart beating a steady rhythm, especially with his hand nestled between my thighs, claiming me as he negotiates with Farrell.

The flicker of candlelight on Shane’s strong, cut jawline has me wondering if he’s even real.

“How is Luxe treating you, Mrs. Quinlan?” Tom asks, shaking his glass of ice.

I stiffen, realizing Shane must have used this jackass’s men to speed up the construction of my club.

Shane doesn’t let me answer. “It’s the hottest club at the moment because my wife runs a tight ship. As do I.”

“You never let me forget your unforgiving ways, Mr. Quinlan.” Tom waves his hand for another drink.

“I hope he’s not driving,” I murmur to my husband.

“I took care of it.” Shane finishes his wine and stops to stare at me, more noticeably my neck. “You’re wearing my mother’s pendant.”

I touch it. “Of course, it beautifully complements my new dress.”

I came home from the gym to find a beige silk shift dress on my bed with a note:

Wear this to make everyone in New York City even more jealous of me.

He stood in my bedroom and watched me get ready, making sure to remark that a stylist who works for Shea picked out the dress options and brought them to his office herself.

Hearing Shea was involved made me proud to wear the choice.

Our dinner plates are cleared by one of the private wait staff, and I tenderly wipe my mouth. “Excuse me. I need the little girls’ room.”

Shane squeezes my thigh before I get up to leave and whispers in my ear. “Do not lock that bathroom door.”

Shivers run through me. For a second, I worry he might use the private restroom as a place to scold me.

To tell me all the things I’ve done wrong tonight.

But I laugh away these insecurities. Even if I did something that Farrell found offensive, Shane doesn’t want a perfect wife. He wants a real one. He wants me.

After a quick pee and handwashing, I see the bathroom door open through the mirror. Shane’s eyes blaze with a fire I’ve never seen. My heart races when I see him lock the door.

I turn around, noting there aren’t any windows. No way to escape. “Can I help you?”

“Aye. I need you to relieve this ache.” He palms a thick erection in his trousers.

“Quickie BJ?” I slide my purse on the bench and check the floor to see if it looks clean enough to get down on my knees.

“No,” Shane growls. “Something deeper and darker. An amateur asks for a fucking blow job in a bathroom. I need you to give me more .”

“More? What haven’t I...” I stop and suck in a breath.

The one thing we haven’t done.

“You want my—”

“I want your ass. Right now.” Shane picked an interesting time for us to take this next step. It must be part of a power rush and letting him use me for that power has me instantly wet.

“I don’t exactly have lube with me,” I say on a steady inhale.

“I do.” He reaches into his suit jacket.

“You planned this?”

“I hoped.”

“Hoped? And what pushed you to act?”

“The way Tom looks at you. The way the waiters look at you.” He spins me around to face the mirror and kicks my legs apart. “The way everyone fucking looks at you, Lennox.”

The edge in his voice is hard and for the first time, I’m frightened. “I don’t do anything to—”

“Shhh.” He presses his lips into the back of my neck.

“I know you don’t. You’re a good wife. The best. You’d never betray me.

I fucking know it. And leaving here knowing how I made you come from my dick in your ass will make every hundred-dollar bill I press into the hands of the men who stared at you, all the more erotic and pleasurable. ”

“Shane,” I utter, my legs trembling.

“Now, hands on the counter and give your husband what he wants.” Shane lifts the skirt of my dress, his warm palms cupping my ass. “And fucking you while you’re wearing a dress I bought you will make me come even harder.”

I startle when I hear my lace panty tearing away, the fabric easily surrendering to my husband’s firm grip .

“This trophy will stay with me.” He brings the shredded fabric to his face and inhales deeply. “Fucking intoxicating.”

He slips them into his pocket and grips my hair so our eyes are level in the mirror. “Watch. Watch your husband fuck your ass, my love.”

Love.

I do love the sound of that word on his lips when he’s talking to me. But does he love me?

“Oh!” I jump, feeling his fingers spear my folds.

“Christ, you’re soaked.” He kisses the back of my neck.

“I’m going to make this so good for you.

I’m so hot to fuck you, it won’t take long before I’m drenching your ass with my cum.

You don’t know what you do to me, Lennox.

I thought I’d be getting a spoiled daddy’s girl for a wife.

Instead, I got a classy, powerful, gorgeous woman.

You own me. Body, soul, and every dark piece in between, my lioness. ”

I whimper at his words. The power he sees in me. I don’t feel worthy.

“Shane.”

“Shhh, lioness. You’re gonna love the cage I put you in when I fuck you like this.”

Through the mirror, I see Shane flip open the cap on the lube with his teeth, while one set of fingers skate down the seam of my ass.

“This will soothe the pain,” he says gruffly and massages a glob of the warm silky lube over my tight ring of nerves.

I suck in a breath. “Oh God.”

“Different from my tongue, aye?” He pushes the tip of one finger inside me.

Much different from the dirty game we play in the shower. One time, he barged in on me in the middle of the day after my workout, telling me how he left someone tied up and bleeding because he saw me come home on the security camera and just had to fuck me.

“Do you like that, lioness? Bare those teeth for me. Threaten to eat me alive if I hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I heave out.

“I can’t promise you that.” He sinks a second finger deep inside me. “Not when you’re this tight and I’m so fucking worked up.”

I lower my head, the pleasure spiraling me out of control.

“You okay, my love?” When I grunt, a slap to one of my ass cheeks pops a muffled cry from me. “I don’t want a mute wife. Use your words .”

“Hurt me,” I growl. “I can take it. I can give you what you need.”

“There she is, my maneater.” Shane works in a third finger. “I can’t wait, Lennox.”

Saying my name suggests his control has snapped and he’s beyond suave and charming.

“Neither can I.” I push back at him. “Give it to me!”

“Good girl.” He slips his fingers out and groans, using his slicked-up hand to lube his cock. “My dick has never ached for anyone else the way it aches for you.”

That same voice devoid of control sounds monotone and deadly as he pushes the bulbous tip at my entrance. I tremble, thinking about what I’m in for.

“I’ll need to anchor inside you so deep because honestly, just watching your hole contract around my cock is too good. You’re so fucking greedy for me.” He grunts, pushing further inside. “I can barely see straight, but Christ, you’re holding on beautifully.”

“Ahhh, Shane,” I mewl.

“Lose it already. Scream, I’m so fucking obsessed with you and you don’t even know it.” He breaches me completely, filling me to the hilt .

Stars pop out behind my eyes and white streaking flashes nearly blind me.

“When I’m not with you, I watch you. At home. At the club. In your car. I’m so fucking proud of you. But you need to be reminded you’re mine. I will claim every inch of you.”

I shudder at his confession, but I’m not insulted. I think it means he loves me. He just can’t say it yet. I’ll take his eyes on me all day long if it results in these moments where he loses control and has to have me.

“Look at you, taking me so well.” Shane presses his face into the back of my neck, his breath fanning my ear. “Letting your husband fuck your ass.” He sinks deeper. “Christ, yeah, squeeze me with those fucking muscles. You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”

The vulnerability in his voice rattles my nerves.

“No.” I shake my head to ease his mind. I gnaw on my bottom lip while he sinks deeper. Ecstasy fires through my veins. I don’t want him to be gentle. I’ve been craving this unbridled side of him. “Oh my God, this is insanely good.”

“This is raw. The next time I fuck you like this, I want you on your back, your hips tilted to take me deep inside your ass so I can watch you fall apart. And you’ll watch me be obliterated from being inside you.” The feral gleam in his eyes heightens this for me.

“Yes...” I groan, feeling so alive and primal. “I want that.”

“Are you close, lioness? Are you going to roar for me?” He reaches forward to brush my clit.

I flinch from the contact. “I’m close. Right there.”

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He rubs my sensitive, slick nub between two thick fingers. “Are you gonna come for me with my cock in your ass, lioness?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” The tension and friction are so intense, that I’m seconds away from losing control.

“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m so lost in you. In this. In us.” He growls in my ear. “Come with me, baby.”

But I don’t come. I shatter .

“Shane,” I moan around the high as I try to catch my breath.

“Christ, I feel your cunt vibrating. It’s so tight. It’s so hot. So. Fucking. Good.” His head is thrown back, his mouth open while he pumps to chase the last of his release. “Fuuuuck.”