Page 15 of Savage Hearts

“You’re sick,” I spat out.

Another squeeze and I closed my eyes, trying to keep my body from responding in a way that would be obvious to him.

“Sleep, Mila.”

Then I felt him relax his hold, but he didn’t move away.

I tried to remove his hands, but he only tightened them a bit before relaxing once more.

I sighed, tired, and gave up.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my skin.

Tears pooled in my eyes, and I kept them closed, hoping sleep would soon lure me away from this terrible reality.

3

MILA

I woke up with a start.

For one sweet, blissful moment, I had forgotten all about the horrible reality I’d found myself in last night.

For one blissful moment, I could just enjoy waking up to the sun barely appearing through the clouds, the fresh, cool morning air against the bare skin on one arm peeking out from the blanket, and even the warm heat emanating behind in a surprisingly comfortable way. And the softness of the bed beneath me—softness I had never felt before.

I snuggled closer into the covers, until the arms that were wrapped tightly around my body like the tentacles of a sadistic octopus that wanted to eat me alive moved, bringing my reality back into clear focus.

I took a sharp breath as soft lips searched the skin on the side of my neck.

This man wasn’t shy about showing his affection.

I wished he wouldn’t—not because I found his lips repulsive. Quite the opposite, actually, and I hated the confusing emotions he was able to bring out of me from such a simple kiss.

He’d taken me.

He planned on keeping me for… however long it would take for him to grow bored of me.

He planned on sharing me with his brothers, and he’d seen me naked yesterday.

His hands were still positioned in a way that I hated.

I wiggled against him, bringing the touch of his warm palm against my pussy into clear focus. At some point during the night, the shirt he’d lent me for bed had ridden up.

There were no barriers between us, and he was cupping my pussy.

“Silas.” I wiggled more against him. He gripped me harder and pulled me back until my butt rubbed against his hard-on. I stilled at the contact, and he let out a gruff chuckle.

“Fuck, waking up with you every morning is going be‌ the best part of my day. How could I not know how good this would be?” he muttered.

“D-don’t try to play innocent. I’m sure you’ve invited plenty of women to your bed.”

“Are you jealous, angel?” he asked.

I scoffed. If only he would just take any of those women and leave me alone.

He pulled my earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it. Tingles ran up and down the back of my neck.

“I’ve had other women in my bed before,” he admitted. “But they never stayed the night. I would not risk falling asleep next to a strange woman.”

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