Page 147 of Savage Hearts

His thumb swiped over my clit, and I tensed slightly as a wave of pleasure pushed through me.

Ah, hell.

He bent forward so I could see his eyes. “Does that feel good, baby?”

His thumb was now steadily rubbing around my clit, over and over. I nodded.

“Good,” he said, his voice low, he moved his hand down and rubbed over my pussy more fully. I could see my stomach dipas I tried to get in as much air as I could. It didn’t feel possible. Especially when I looked down and saw how much mess I was making. His cum mixed with my arousal and blood was almost too much.

His lips made their way back to my ear. “Come.”

I came on command, squealing loudly, especially when he didn’t let up. He continued to rub over me, drawing out the orgasm. I jerked against him when I got too sensitive, trying to pull away. He kept going and elicited another, smaller orgasm from me. I turned my head and buried my face in his neck, biting on the skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, but didn’t try to pull away from me.

He let me ride it out, and I kept my teeth on him even when I came back down, and I could feel my body go soft around him. It took a while for me to realize he was murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, telling me how beautiful he found me, how possessive he was of me, and how much of a good girl I was for him. The last bit affected me more than the others.

Finally, I sat up. His eyes were soft again. How could they be so soft? How could the eyes of a monster be this soft for me?

I cupped his cheek, and he burrowed into my touch.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when his phone beeped from somewhere on the floor. He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, it was clear to see frustration in his eyes.

“Fuck. Hold on, baby.”

I nodded, too vulnerable to speak.

The frustration grew, and he gently pulled away from me. I watched him get out of bed, admiring his hard physique and beautiful ink as he read something on his phone. When he turned to me, I already knew what he was going to say.

“You have to go?”

He nodded, walking over to me and cupping my cheeks with both hands. He planted a quick, hard kiss on my lips.

“I’m sorry, baby. Some fucker blew up one of our properties, and we need to get to it before the authorities do. Make sure there’s no shit lying around.”

My eyes widened in surprise that he was sharing so much with me. Dad would have never told me so much.

“I’m going to fucking kill the fucker, not just for blowing up our shit, but for interrupting my time with you.”

He pulled up short, likely realizing how violent he sounded. I should probably be disgusted that he was seriously talking about killing another man.

I wasn’t.

I laughed instead. His shoulders relaxed.

“Fuck,” he muttered regrettably. He quickly pulled on his clothes, and without another word, he walked out of my room, leaving me sitting there all alone.

It took a moment for me to realize we hadn’t really discussed protection, and the fucker had probably distracted me on purpose.

Asshole.

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MAVERICK

We stoodon the hill and looked at the aftermath of the destruction of one of our properties.

Killian had his hands in tight fists but otherwise didn’t show any reaction. Silas wasn’t doing better than him. The thunder on his face reflected my own feelings.

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