Page 166 of Savage Hearts

“We’ve barely had sex and you’re already thinking about getting pregnant?”

I slammed my hands down on his chest. “Aboutnotgetting pregnant. And what, are you telling me we won’t have sex anymore?”

“I didn’t say that. Just say the words, baby, and I’ll have you naked on this bed with my dick inside you, every-fucking-day. Hell, we could even go multiple times if you’re horny. I’ll make it good for you. Imagine how many times I can get you to come.”

I shivered from his words and tried to tell myself it was revulsion.

I was a dirty, fucking liar.

His eyes glinted in that annoying, knowing way of his, and his hands moved up from my waist and settled on my ribs. Histhumbs were just below the swell of my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the T-shirt I had on felt thin and flimsy.

I held still and tried to control my breathing. “Be serious. I am trying to have a serious discussion with you.”

He shook his head. “I am being serious, baby, so listen closely to me.No. Now, this conversation is over.”

“No?” I asked. I didn’t know why I was so surprised by that. Perhaps a part of me truly believed Silas wouldn’t ever deny me anything.

“No. You won’t go on birth control.”

His hands inched up. I pulled away, and he stilled his movement.

“Why?”

He shook his head. “Because.”

“Because why? At least, give me a reason.”

“Because I won’t have anything between us. You belong to me. All of you, and if you happen to get pregnant, do you think that will change anything?”

My eyes widened in surprise over his words, before anger took over.

I didn’t think.

I punched him.

I clipped him in the jawline, and though I had used most of my strength behind that punch, when he grunted, his hold on me loosening, it seemed more from surprise than from pain.

Whatever it was, I took it as my chance and scrambled out of his lap. My hands shook as I crossed my arms over my chest.

I hardened my voice and said, “Get out.”

He stood up. I flinched, and that stopped him in his tracks. Something like remorse glinted in his eyes, but that couldn’t be right.

“Mila—”

“Get out.”

“Can’t we talk about this?”

“Talk? But you weren’t planning on talking, were you?” I asked.

I knew I was right when he didn’t answer me.

“You’re not touching me until I get on birth control.”

“Mila—”

“And I know you’re stronger than me. Fuck, I already know that, but unlike the other times, if you touch me, I’ll fight you. I’ll scream my head off, and if you still touch me, then we’ll both know what that is.”

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