Page 178 of Savage Hearts

I wondered if he was taking me to his room.

I had only been in Silas’ room that one time and had been unnerved the entire time. What would it be like to be in Killian’s room? I didn’t want to think about it.

But Killian turned for the stairs instead of heading in the direction of his room. His eyes were focused ahead, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He must have picked up on it because he suddenly said, “There’s no reason to be nervous. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Over?” I whispered. “What will be over before I know it?”

He walked us into what I assumed was an office. Whose office, I didn’t know. I thought it might be Maverick’s, but we were alone.

“Killian.”

He set me on my feet and sat down on a weird horizontal leather chair set out in the middle. It didn’t look like it belonged here.

Killian touched my cheek and turned my face toward his dark-brown eyes. I swallowed nervously.

“Killian?”

If I hadn’t witnessed what Silas had done to the other man, what Silas was clearly capable of, I would have longed for his presence over his brother’s.

He leaned down slowly, and I should have turned away, but the way my heart was fluttering heavily inside my chest, and all the blood that was rushing to my ears made it hard to think rationally. When Killian pressed his soft lips against mine, I didn’t think there was a chance for me to get that rationality back, no matter what.

His tongue came out, and he licked over the seam of my lips. I felt the sensation all the way down to my clit, and I moaned without thinking.

Killian pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth, making me gasp, and his tongue entered.

Fuck.

What was he doing to me?

I wrapped my arms around his neck without thinking, pulling myself closer to him and eliminating all the tiny little spaces that separated his body from my own.

I wanted to get closer.

He placed both hands on my hips and started the back-and-forth motion, rubbing my clit over him.

I gasped into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and I was sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that.

He moved me harder against him, and I leaned forward.

I was supposed to be looking away to escape them, not let them get under my skin more and more each day.

I didn’t have the strength to fight, I realized, as tears burned my eyes.

“Killian,” I said again. I wasn’t religious in any way, but right now, this moment felt almost… sacred.

He peeled my hands from his neck, and I let him. The way I was feeling, I would have let him do anything to me, which was how I found myself cuffed to the chair all of a sudden, and by the time my senses came back to me, it was too late.

I looked down at my wrists with horror before I met Killian’s indifferent eyes.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice soft. I was afraid to speak any louder. Afraid I might lose it.

God, but I was so fucking stupid.

“Don’t be scared,” he said tonelessly.

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