Page 164 of Savage Hearts

I pulled out of her before she could come. She slammed her fists on my chest in frustration. I retaliated by flipping her around and raining my palms down on her ass cheek, reddening the skin. Her legs jerked and she cried, trying to get away from me. I spanked her a few more times, enjoying the sight of her pale ass turning red. I pulled her up from behind, clutching her tit with one hand and molding my body against her. I shifted her up enough and grabbed my dick, positioning up so she could sink down on me. This position made her feel even tighter. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged on it until she turned her head around to look at me.

“Feel me?” I asked.

She nodded, her skin flushed.

“Fuck.”

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, fucking her like this. She was only able to hold the position for a few thrusts until the sensation became too much, and she bent forward on the mattress.

I fucked her harder. She reached back for me, her nails scraping down the skin on my thigh, leaving red marks.

Not the first person to leave a wound on me, but this would be the first time I wore my marks with pride.

I reached around and clamped down on her nipple, hurting her.

She sobbed my name when she came. Feeling her quiver around me pushed me over the edge and I came with her. I held her tightly against me as I fell over her body, holding her down as the sweat of our bodies mixed.

Fucking hell.

21

MILA

Maverick spent halfthe day with me.

We had breakfast and lunch in bed and explored each other’s bodies during the times in between, and the big man was surprisingly gentle. I knew better than to think of him as my big, gentle teddy bear. Maverick was toountamedfor that. But he was much gentler than I had expected, considering how rough he had been with me the first time.

One look in the mirror, and I could see new bruises and marks added to my body. I wasn’t disgusted by the sight. Just the opposite. Perhaps Dad had fucked me up more than I realized, because I fucking loved the marks left on my body from Killian and Maverick.

We had sex one more time, a quick, rough one before he had to leave—back to the outside world, back to ruling Chicago with an iron fist.

I almost begged him to take me with him.

I was jealous that he got to leave while I was still stuck at home. And I absolutely hated my alone time.

It gave me time to think.

About my future and about the brothers.

I still didn’t know what position, if any, I held in their life, and the more this went on, the more of me I gave to them, the more unsteady I felt.

And I fucking hated feeling like this.

I stayed in my room after he left, feeling too out of it to even try to venture out. I didn’t really want to see anyone.

I’d had sex three times so far. Not many, but none of those times had been with a condom.

I closed my eyes, feeling stupid. I should have suggested they put a condom on. I didn’t really think Maverick or Silas would ever risk giving me anything. I didn’t think they had anything, but STIs weren’t at the top of my list of concerns.

Some quick math in my head told me the chances of my getting pregnant now weren’t high, but I wasn’t stupid. Sex ed in high school might have been cursory, but I’d seen things happen at the clubs, and I had read enough to know that just because the chances were slim, didn’t mean it was impossible.

I had to stand my ground. I wasn’t going to let them touch me again unless they wore protection. I grimaced, thinking back to my first time with Silas, how he had distracted me the moment I brought up protection.

Something told me none of the brothers would like the condom discussion. Which left one choice.

I needed to go on birth control.

But how would I get that? Rachel? Or ask one of the brothers?

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