Page 113 of Savage Hearts

“One more time, baby,” I said.

She slapped her pussy once more, this time harder than the previous two. Her back arched.

“Come,” I demanded.

And it was as if my word was the command button for her orgasm. She opened her mouth and screamed her release.

Fuck.

Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she tried to ride out the orgasm. I watched her for a beat, then walked out the door before she could come back to herself and kick me out.

I entered my room and shut the door behind me, walking over to the en suite bath and stripping off my clothes. I stopped in front of the toilet, opening the lid.

My dick was so hard, it was getting painful.

I gritted my teeth when I fisted my length, moving up and down roughly in uneven strokes. I felt like a fucking schoolboy, discovering his father’s porn stash for the first time.

The image of her, the way her face had contorted in pleasure, the way her body had writhed on the mattress while trying to ride out the powerful orgasm she’d given herself under my watchful eyes, the way?—

Fuck.

My hand came up to the wall, and it didn’t take long.

I grunted as cum shot out.

My eyes shut and all I could think about was how she looked as she pleasured herself.

How the fuck was I supposed to convince my brothers to stay away from her when it didn’t even seem like I was capable of it?

I was fucked.

“Fuck,” I said in the small space around me, my word bouncing off the walls.

I glaredat the door to my office in the warehouse when it opened, and my two brothers walked in.

They stopped short when they noticed my dark look. Then Silas, like the fucker that he was, grinned and sauntered over to my desk, pulling out a chair and plopping himself down.

My eyes narrowed when he lifted his legs and rested his feet on my desk.

“What do you want?” I asked them as Maverick closed the door behind him. He stayed standing, his dark eyes taking me in. I resisted the urge to squirm.

I wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore, and I shouldn’t let my big brother affect me like this simply from a look.

We were equal in every sense of the word, but Maverick had a hard time turning off the part of his brain that told him he needed to protect both of his little brothers.

“I’m hurt. Can’t we come to visit our brother?” Silas asked, his signature cocky grin on his face.

“No,” I answered, pushing both of his legs off my desk.

It shook under his weight, and I supposed it was too much to ask that the chair would break under the bastard’s weight.

He righted himself and shot another playful grin my way.

Out of the three of us, Silas was the most outgoing. On the outside, he appeared to be the most outgoing as well, but that easy demeanor was a front to hide the monster that lived beneath the surface.

Our old man did a number on us, even though Maverick took the brunt of his sadistic nature, none of us were spared, not even our baby brother, even if I wished that was the case.

“If you’re just here for nonsense, then you should leave. I don’t have time.”

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