Page 125 of Savage Hearts

Her eyes moved down to the black gift box I had set on the bed by her body.

One eyebrow rose in surprise when she met my eyes once more.

“Another present?” she asked, her voice hoarse from sleep. A slight blush overtook her face, as if she was thinking about what she had done with my first present from last night.

Her shyness was?—

Different.

I thought back to Zoe.

I didn’t think I had ever been with anyone who was shy. Reserved, sure. Women who craved darkness, definitely.

But shy?

And she wasn’t exactly here by her own choice.

But this shyness…

I couldn’t figure out if it was all an act, or if she was really shy.

Why would the club princess of one of the most notorious one-percenter MCs be shy? Shouldn’t she be living up to the Hayes name?

I didn’t know, and right now, I found I didn’t fucking care. I just wanted to see how deep I could make that blush of hers go, how much lower it would travel when I teased her.

I grinned, baring teeth. “Why don’t you open it, firecracker?”

She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. I fought the urge to laugh. She was definitely a little firecracker.

I grabbed the small box and placed it on her lap.

She studied the box. My eyes traced the outline of her small face, the softness of her jawline, and even the slight prominence of her nose.

It wasn’t small, not by the standard I had been seeing women trying to achieve with their plastic surgeon, and was pointed slightly upward, but this nose matched her face well, and it onlyworked to highlight all the other pretty features, making for one very interesting girl.

My fingers tapped the outside of my leg, and I tried not to reach out and trace the outline of her face.

Her little fingers reached for the ribbons on the box, and I watched her untie the strings and pull the top lid off.

She gasped, and like a dream, her blush took on a deeper shade of red. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of my finger.

She didn’t flinch, but she wasn’t relaxed either.

“Do you like your present?” I asked.

She frowned. “Why? Is it for you?”

I laughed. Fuck, she was cute. Not that I would say that out loud. No need for her to get too big of a head.

“Nope. It’s for you. I even brought the lube to make it easier,” I said, pointing at the small bottle tucked next to the butt plug.

Fuck, but I couldn’t help but imagine how pretty she would look plugged.

“Aren’t I considerate, baby?”

Her lips pulled back in a sneer, and I didn’t know if it was because of my statement or the term of endearment that slipped out.

“Oh, yeah, so considerate.”

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