Page 119 of Savage Hearts

I wasn’t thinking when I climbed off the bed and grabbed the box.

Nor was I thinking when I took the vibrator, feeling the hardness of it in my hand as I walked to the bathroom.

I avoided my reflection as I washed it off.

It looked new, and I didn’t think he would be cruel enough to give me a used one, but I didn’t want to use it on myself without cleaning it first.

I got back into bed, not bothering with the lights, and moved under the covers.

I looked up at the ceiling as I turned it on, and when I felt it vibrate against my palm, a tingle started to work its way up my legs.

I shifted on the bed and pulled the sweats off until they hung from one foot, and closed my eyes when I brought the vibrator against my pussy.

I gasped.

Fuck, but this was much more intense than it had been with my own hands.

My back arched and I felt myself getting wet, the arousal coating the inside of my thighs.

I shifted the vibrator up to my clit and couldn’t help the small moan that escaped my lips from the feel of it.

“Oh, God,” I said to the quiet room.

It wouldn’t take me long to come, I realized.

I tilted my head back on the pillow and spread my legs wide as I moved the vibrator up and down my slit.

My thoughts drifted, and I imagined Maverick was in bed with me, his head buried between my legs.

He would tell me how good I tasted, and how badly he’d missed the taste of me, even if it hadn’t been that long since he last ate me out.

My legs trembled.

And Silas entered my thoughts.

He was in bed with Maverick, his finger roughly playing with my nipples.

I used my other hand and moved them to my breast. I pinched my nipple, much the same way Silas had done before, twisting the hard nub against my thumb and pointer finger, tugging it.

I moaned out loud, unable to keep the noise in, and Killian appeared inside my fantasy, with his brothers.

He was stroking himself as he watched his brothers play with me with the same dark tint that entered his eyes when he watched me yesterday. That desire was blazingly apparent in this fantasy version of Killian.

“That’s it, baby. Are you close?” Fantasy Killian asked me.

So close.

I was so close.

“Do you want to taste me?” Fantasy Killian asked. “My brothers?”

My mouth watered. Fuck, did I want to taste them?

I did.

My legs twitched, and I pressed my foot on the mattress and pivoted my hips up. I imagined that was how it would movewhenone of them fucked me.

Fuck.

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