Page 2 of Savage Hearts

I felt more monster than man most days. I was truly living up to our namesake.

Savages.

Whispering gossip in the streets called us savages, and how apt that was. We had done most of the things rumored about us, and so much more.

So muchworse.

I hadn't lost control yet, though that thought was always in the back of my mind, and a stupid voice in my head whispered that if there was a woman I would lose control with, it would be Mila.

I grimaced and looked away from Maverick’s inquisitive eyes just as the door opened and a grinning Silas stepped out.

The fucker winked at me before he leaned back in and helped out a pale-faced Mila.

Why that look on her face bothered me so much, I didn't know.

I scowled at her and turned, walking into the luxurious five-star hotel.

The first night we came here, the staff had looked at us with a horrified expression on their faces, much to our amusement.

I suppose we stood out in stark contrast to all the prissy little fuckers that usually frequented the hotel.

But, alas, we had been acting like model fucking citizens.

That was, until Silas decided he wanted to add kidnapping to a long list of crimes he’d commit in his short life.

The manager stared at us from across the lobby with a look of equal fascination and fear. It wouldn’t take much for any one ofus to bring her to bed and show her what she had definitely been missing with her straitlaced husband I saw coming in earlier today.

A crook of our finger, and she would be a willing and eager player in our game.

She frowned when her eyes found Mila.

I followed her gaze. Silas had wrapped a possessive arm around the girl.

There was something infinitely fragile about her that brought out the worst in me. Something even Lilliana hadn’t been able to do, even when I had been a young-and-ready-to-please fool.

Perhaps it was the lost kitty look Mila wore so well.

I couldn’t figure out if that look was a façade or if she really was fucking lost.

Silas moved his hand down to cup that perky ass of hers as he led her to the elevator.

Even at a distance, I could see her tense beside him before she stopped walking and glared up at him.

The fire in her hazel eyes was unmistakable.

Ah.

So, not as meek as I’d made her out to be.

Silas leaned down and whispered something in her ear, his hand playing with her ass cheek.

The sight caused a small sting of arousal to shoot through me.

I shifted on my feet and watched as whatever Silas said must have gotten through, because she allowed him to escort her into the elevator.

Maverick and I shared an amused smile.

Fuck, but what was it about this girl that brought out such a reaction from me?

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