Page 188 of Savage Hearts

I was never escaping the brothers.

Tears of frustration burned my eyes, and I faced forward, bracing my weight on the bathroom sink. I looked down at my hands, unable to meet my own eyes in the mirror.

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed like that, but it was how Killian found me.

I didn’t bother turning to look at him. I didn’t think I had ever felt so defeated.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice gruff. “Look at me.”

I shook my head. I heard his footsteps as he walked further into the room and closer to me. I tensed, bracing myself for his touch, craving it and hating it in equal measure.

“Mila.”

“What do you want?” My voice was soft and meek. I fucking hated it.

“For you to look at me. Show me the sea in your eyes.”

I let out a shuddering breath.The sea in my eyes?

What a load of bullshit.

“No, I meant, what do you wantwith me?”

I opened my eyes. And though I had mentally prepared myself, his face still knocked the breath out of me. His devastatingly handsome features were twisted into a severe expression, making him look more animal than man.

His frown deepened as he took in my question.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

Pulling me away from the sink, he began to undress me.

I was too drained to fight him.

He turned me around, his fingers making light touches over my skin as he assessed the wound on my back. His fingers whispered across my skin near it, making me shudder.

I focused my eyes on his face, as if by doing so, I might be rewarded with a glimpse of his thoughts.

What a silly thing to think.

As if I could ever figure the man out.

His hand paused for a millimeter of a second when they got to the waistband of the pants I was wearing, sans panties. Then he pulled them all the way down. I automatically kicked them away from my feet without thinking as Killian stood up to his full height.

His eyes took me in, the vicious desire clear in the depth of his gaze.

His eyes lingered on my breasts, making my nipples harden before he moved them down to my pussy.

I rubbed my legs together, hoping to relieve the ache. It didn’t help.

He reached for the cabinet drawer behind me and pulled out a small package. I didn’t know what it was until he ripped it open and revealed a clear adhesive bandage before sticking it over my wound.

He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I sucked in a sharp breath as our eyes met, and he slowly pulled away from me. I suddenly felt cold and bereft. I crossed my arms over my chest, hating the feeling.

I silently watched as he walked to the shower and turned it on. Then he turned back to me and began to undress.

I wanted to look away but didn’t.

He slowly stripped, revealing an impressive, muscular chest. His biceps strained with every move, and despite my mood, I could feel the familiar ache pounding between my legs at the sight.

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