Page 158 of Savage Hearts

“Are you mine?” he asked harshly.

More tears came. “Yes.Yours.”

“Then come for me, baby.”

I snapped. A cry left my lips as the orgasm tore through me, and it felt as if it was breaking me in two.

I closed my eyes, shutting away all the awareness that came with it. Which was why I was so surprised when I suddenly found myself in Killian’s arms. He walked us up the stairs and headed straight for my room.

Pulling back the covers, he lay me down on the bed. I looked up at him, feeling so out of it. I had never been drunk in my life before, but I imagined this was how it must feel.

“I’ll be back,” he said softly.

I made a small noncommittal sound at the back of my throat, and he smiled slightly at that, heading to my bathroom. I could hear the water turn on, and then he was back with a clean cloth in hand. I was too tired to feel embarrassed. I didn’t care anymore, so I didn’t stop him when he spread my legs and gently cleaned me up. I kept my eyes on him the entire time.

Once he was done, he went back to the bathroom, probably to get rid of the cloth. I stared up at the ceiling.

I was right.

I wasn’t the same girl I had been when I left the club that night.

I didn’t think I would ever be able to get her back.

Not anymore.

I heard his light footsteps when he came back out of the bathroom. “I’ll go clean up the mess downstairs,” he said with a small smile.

“Will you…”

One eyebrow raised. “Yes?”

“Will you come back?”

I felt stupid asking him that. But it was his fault that all the walls I had built were destroyed. It was his fault I was feeling so vulnerable right now. The thought nearly made me want to cry.

He didn’t say anything for a beat. I wondered what he was thinking.

“Yes. I’ll be back.”

I didn’t respond. He left, and I didn’t know how long he would be gone. A part of me was convinced he’d lied and he wouldn’t come back. It would be what I deserved for believing in the words of a man like Killian Tiernan.

But then the door to my room opened softly, and my heart perked up. My heart was stupid, but it didn’t care because Killian was back. I heard him walk over to me, then he was pulling the covers back and getting into bed with me. His shirt and jeans were gone, leaving him only in his dark gray boxer briefs. I admired his form momentarily before he pulled the covers over himself. Then he wrapped his arms around my middle and held my naked body close to him, giving me some of his warmth.

It was still only mid-afternoon, but I thought we both needed a nap.

I fell asleep before I could think of another thought.

19

MILA

I was getting usedto life in this cage.

More than that, I was getting comfortable.

Too comfortable.

Since when had I stopped fearing them—allof them?

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