Page 131 of Savage Hearts

I leaned down and let my lips skim over her cheek. I smiled when I found her eyes closing a bit, and her hold on her shirt started slipping.

“Nuh-uh, firecracker. Keep your shirt up, okay? I want to see all of you.”

She tightened her grip on her shirt, while her thoughts seemed to be running a million miles per second through her eyes.

How badly I wanted to read her mind.

To hear all the words she was too shy, too afraid, to say out loud to me.

I would own her inhibition, I vowed silently. I didn’t care how long it fucking took, but one of these days, she wouldn’t just tell me all the dirty thoughts running through her head—she would act on them.

I moved my hands down her sides, taking in the feel of her ribs pressing out.

She was thin.

Much thinner than what I was used to, and that should be a total turnoff.

Instead, I found myself with the urge?—

To take care of her.

Feed her.

My hands came around the small of her back, letting my lips come down to her neck.

She tilted her head to the side to give me better access, and I wasted no time sucking the tender flesh into my mouth.

I wanted to mark her, and I didn’t care that there was a good chance my brothers might see it.

They might see that, like them, Daniel Hayes’ daughter was getting to me, and that I was fighting a losing battle.

She made the softest little noise with her lips, her hips moving restlessly against me, seeking me out.

“Such a good girl,” I said, pulling slightly away from her skin.

She whimpered again, her back arching and bringing more of her into me.

“Do you like it when I call you my good girl?” I asked, lowering my hands until I cupped her ass cheeks, molding them with my palms. “Are you wet, knowing I’m gonna reward my good girl for being so good for me?”

She leaned her body weight against me, as if my words had the power to weaken her legs.

I felt like the most powerful man in the world, something that an army of five thousand men couldn’t even come close to achieving.

Mila opened her eyes, and if I were a whimsical man, I might even believe that the color of her eyes was enough to put me under a spell.

I let my fingers dip between her ass cheeks, pressing down on the plug and feeling her muscles tense.

We didn’t say anything for a moment, then I pulled my hand away and spanked the side of her ass cheek.

The cloud of lust cleared for a second from her eyes. “Hey! What was that for?”

I grinned. “Mine.”

It—shewas fucking mine.

I let my hand travel to her front, pushing my palm against her belly, noting the difference between us, and finding her so fucking fascinating, I didn’t know what to do about it.

She was tiny.

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