Page 157 of Savage Hearts

“Remember, little firecracker. I own you. I own every part of you. This is mine. You’re mine.”

How possessive he sounded, especially for a man who hated me.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy as I was still trying to come back down from my peak.

I squealed and tried to jerk away, closing my legs when that didn’t help. Hetskedat me, making me feel like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, just as he pried my legs apart once more with his firm grip and slapped my pussy a second time.

I shook my head.

“Fuck, do you know what it does to me to see your skin red from me?”

“Fuck you,” I gritted out.

He smiled nastily at me and slapped me once more. I groaned.

“Someday soon, baby girl. And you’ll be begging me for it.” His eyes gleamed viciously.

His words evoked the memory of what Maverick had said before. Maverick’s prediction would come true, sooner than later, because I could actually see myself falling for him.

Killian was a different story. He was too fucking volatile for me to ever considerbegginghim to fuck me. The look in his eyes told me he knew what I was thinking, because he laughed and went back to burying his face between my legs.

“Not again,” I begged. I couldn’t come again. I didn’t want to.

One hand curved around my ass cheek, holding me up as his tongue shifted in between my folds, licking and nipping and sucking in every single inch of my flesh he could come in contact with.

My face scrunched up from the sensation, and he used his other hand to rub harshly over my clit.

“Is this mine, little firecracker?” he asked against me, his hot breath fanning over me.

I closed my eyes, not answering him.

He laughed, swiping his tongue over my slit.

“It tastes like mine,” he said. “Look at my obedient pussy, flooding for me.”

He leaned down and nipped at my clit once more.

I gasped.

He bit a little harder, the hand around my ass moved, and then it was his fingers back inside me. His fingers curved, and he hit the spot over and over. All the while, his teeth held onto my clit, hurting me in the best way possible.

I shook my head.

“So fucking stubborn. Is this mine, baby?”

“Fuck, Killian. Stop!” I shouted when he increased his tempo, the pain of his teeth getting to me.

“Do you want to come?”

Yes. No. Fuck, I did. But I didn’t want to.

Tears streamed down the side of my face.

“Is this mine?” he asked again.

And somewhere inside me, I thought I heard the crumbling of all my defenses. The destruction was so fucking loud, I wondered if he’d heard it too.

“Yes, Killian. Fuck. Yes!”

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