Page 136 of Savage Hearts

“Yeah. I’m sure you know what that’s like.”

I was sure the scars on her back happened because of her bastard father. I would have asked her about it, but I wondered if she would tell me the truth. Probably not.

It wasn’t like I was going out of my way to confess all my childhood trauma.

But this girl was easy to talk to.

I had to be careful around her, or I might show her what little soft spot I did have.

I rubbed my palm over her soft belly.

This was considered a vulnerable place for a lot of animals. And she was showing it to me.

“How trusting.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t fucking trust you. Just because I’m lying in your arms doesn’t mean anything.”

I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You can say whatever you want, but remember this: You saidyesearlier.”

And how fucking sweet that yes was.

She bit her lips, the fire back in her eyes. “I was using you to get off. Now that that’s accomplished, you can leave.”

She made a move to get off me. I laughed and took her back into my arms. “Is that so?”

She struggled against me, and I grunted when her ass brushed my hard-on. I tightened my hold on her. “Stay still.”

She glared back at me.

“Ah, don’t be like that,” I said. “We were having a nice little chat.”

“I have to go brush my teeth and eat breakfast.”

I smiled and watched her for a beat before loosening my hold.

She wasted no time jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a bang.

I laughed out loud.

It was as I said.

A fucking amusing little thing.

16

MILA

Two days passed in a blur.

Business must have been really busy because I hadn’t seen any of the brothers, and part of me—a huge part that I didn’t want to admit to—missed them.

I had never felt this way, and I didn’t know how to make sense of my thoughts and emotions and actions since the moment they’d taken me.

Certainly my actions with Killian didn’t make sense.

By the time I came back out of the bathroom that morning, Killian was nowhere to be found, and I was a heap of conflicting emotions and useless limbs. Feeling disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around.

I was now in my room, seated on the bed, and wondering why my stomach felt like it was being weighed down by lead. I had spent most of the two days in my room, trying to get my bearings.

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