Page 12 of Savage Hearts

How was I supposed to feel when he could so casually talk about killing, specifically the killing of my father?

He paused at the clasp of my bra and expertly unhooked it.

The skimpy fabric loosened around me, and I shook as he pulled it down.

Cool air teased my nipples, puckering them into hard nubs. Worst of all, I didn’t know if they were reacting like this because of the air or Silas’ heated gaze.

He kissed the side of my neck. “Every time I look at you, it always feels like the first time. You’re just so exquisite.”

“Am I supposed to thank you?” I asked.

He chuckled softly against me. “That mouth of yours. It’s going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

“I’m held against my will here. It wouldn’t matter what I say or do. You’re determined to keep me.”

“True, little angel.”

“Until you get bored with me. And then what? You’ll kill me?”

He stilled behind me.

“What makes you think I will get bored with you?”

“You’re all the same as the men I grew up with. There’s no such thing as monogamy, and sooner or later, you’re going to get bored with me—ofme. I just hope the one who comes after me will be here on her own free will.”

“You really think we have a hard time finding a willing woman?”

I didn’t say anything to that. The brothers were arrogant, no doubt about that, but it was rightfully so. They were all good-looking in their own way, which made me wonder why they were so hard-pressed to keep me.

They should have just killed me. It would have made things a hell of a lot less complicated.

“Then let me go, and find those women.”

“Wish I could, princess,” was all he said as he moved his hands down to the waistband of my jeans.

He unbuttoned them and pulled the jeans and my panties down.

I stood frozen against him, feeling awkward.

I didn’t want to open my eyes and take in the self-satisfied look in his eyes. I might not be able to control myself and punch him.

He turned me around until I faced him.

“Open your eyes, angel. I don’t want you to trip.”

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, staring into his brown ones. Surprisingly, he didn’t look arrogant.

He looked?—

Some emotion flitted across his eyes, and I didn’t want to find out. I leveled my gaze on his collarbone, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down on a swallow as he grabbed my hand and led me into the shower, into the warm water that rained down on us.

I closed my eyes and ducked underneath, letting it wet my hair. I didn’t watch him, but I knew he was watching me, and even though I was sure he was hard, he gave me my space in this huge shower.

We cleaned up silently.

I turned away from him and used the shampoo and conditioner already set out on the stand before lathering a cloth with some body wash.

He silently grabbed it from my hand, and I didn’t protest when he ran the cloth up and down my back.

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