Page 163 of Savage Hearts

“Is this mine?”

She nodded. “Yours.”

I slapped the other tit. “This?”

Again, she nodded. “Yours.”

I pressed my hand down her chest, and she squirmed slightly. I smiled a little, taking in her naked body on the bed. I helped her sit up, and for the first time since we’d taken her, my little monster didn’t fight me.

I hauled her up to kneeling on the bed beside me and removed her shirt. She shivered, her skin pebbling with goosebumps. I cupped her cunt, playing with it. She bit her lip and tried to push down on my hand.

“This?” I asked.

“Yours,” she gasped as my fingers shifted through her wet folds. I slapped her pussy.

She closed her eyes and groaned, her knees nearly buckling. Naughty girl.

“Keep this position for me,” I said, slapping her greedy little cunt three more times. She cried out, shaking her head, but she didn’t move from her position on the bed.

“You came to me last night,” I said, my hand going back to cupping her but not moving it. Her eyes opened to small slits, watching me.

She came to me. Fuck me. I hadn’t had to protect anyone save for my brothers since… well, I didn’t think I had ever needed to protect anyone save for them. And now her.

I needed to protect her. Fucking Sebastian Cline was still out there, trying to take her away from me.

My brothers were grown men. They didn’t need me to protect them. Not the way Mila did.

Fuck me, but looking at her sent a wave of possessiveness and protectiveness shuddering through me.

She came to me to protect her from her nightmares, but I realized now I would fucking protect her from anything and everyone.

I’d fucking fallen.

“Maverick?”

Her voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I wanted to hurt her.

I wanted to protect her and hurt her for making me feel this way.

What the fuck was this girl doing to me?

I pulled her down until she was lying flat on the bed once more. Her expression was a mixture of wariness and lust. I didn’t answer her. I spread her legs and blanketed her body with mine. I grabbed my dick and directed it toward her entrance, slamming all the way into her.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and I didn’t give her the chance to adjust. I grabbed her hips and fucked her. She squealed, her hands moving over to my chest to push me away, but I didn’t let up. I pulled out just far enough that only my tip remained inside her before pushing back harder and deeper inside.

Her teeth ground together. “Fuck, Maverick.”

“Look at me, little monster,” I said, my voice set in a growl. I waited until she looked at me, and I fucked her harder, sinking all the way to the hilt, feeling all of her surrounding me in the best way possible. I moved my hand down, my fingers lashing against her clit torturously.

“Eyes remain on me,” I commanded. She did as I asked, the blue-green irises darkening with every hard slap of my skin against her. “Good girl.”

I might have been the one who’d fucking fallen, but I vowed that soon I would see love in her eyes for me when I fucked her.

“Please, Maverick,” she begged, her lips latching on my shoulders, her teeth biting into the skin. The pain only made me fuck her harder, my fingers merciless on her abused clit.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, not leaving much room to move as I fucked her, but ensuring we’d feel everything more intensely. Sure enough, she convulsed beneath me.

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