Page 146 of Savage Hearts

“Why? ’Cause you look like this and I can’t fucking help myself. Because you’re mine.”

I didn’t know if that was the worst reason or the best. Before I could answer, he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, setting them on either side of his thigh. I looked down at the contrast between our skin, from the color to the texture to the hair he had on him that I didn’t. I focused on the vertical scar on his right thigh and frowned, wondering who had given it to him.

It had been a deep wound—judging by the indent—the scar a shade or two darker than the surrounding skin.

I traced my fingers over the scar as he took my earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it slightly.

“Maverick did it.”

I tensed and turned to look at him. Was he serious?

He laughed. “I’m not messing with you. He really did. Hurt like a motherfucking bitch, too.”

“Why?”

“Why? ’Cause I got cocky and wouldn’t pay attention during our fight training. He got fed up and took out his knife.”

“How old were you?”

“Sixteen.”

“That young?”

The thought of Maverick hurting Silas didn’t make sense to me.

“Old enough to know not to be a shithead,” he answered.

“But Maverick…”

I trailed off, not knowing what to say. I hadn’t really seen them interact with each other all that much. But Silas told me they were close. So close, they shared.

“Maverick would lay down his life for me and Killian,” Silas confirmed.

“Then why?—”

“’Cause I needed the lesson.”

I shook my head. I would never understand.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore,” Silas said lightly.

“What do you want to talk about?”

Something nudged at my mind. There was something important I needed to talk to him about, only?—

Silas cupped his hand over my pussy, drawing my attention. I turned my head sideways to look at him. Only the side of his lips was visible to me from this vantage point. He was grinning.

“Silas?”

“I know, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“In this position?” There was something so vulnerable about being like this in his arms.

I felt his chest shake when he laughed. “Yes, in this position, my sweet little innocent.”

I frowned. “I’m not that innocent.”

He seemed amused. “No?”

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