Page 24 of Savage Hearts

I circled her navel when I found the dip and her body seemed to react to it, a soft noise coming out of her.

I turned toward her, preparing for her to wake up and to cover her mouth in case she screamed.

Wouldn’t want to wake up the whole house, now, would I?

I was fucking considerate, after all.

But she didn’t wake up.

And I wondered why her lack of sense of self-preservation both amused and annoyed me.

My fingers reached the hem of the gray shorts she wore to bed.

Boys’ shorts and boys’ shirts.

This girl needed new sleeping clothes.

I smiled a little, just imagining the look on her face should I buy her sleeping clothes.

I moved my hand down from the flare of her hips to where the shorts had ridden up mid-thigh. It wasn’t revealing in any way, and I knew from the camera feed that they came down to her knees, but they were baggy enough that I didn’t have to work very hard.

I shifted the fabric up even more, revealing dark panties.

She sighed as I lightly ran my fingers across her slit. Her legs moved about on the bed before she spread them out a little, giving me better access.

Fuck.

My cock twitched from the feel of her swollen clit pushing against the fabric, and I was hit with the urge to taste her again, to remind myself of how it had felt with her and why I had been unable to let go. To find out all her dirty little secrets and keep them for my own.

I rubbed harder, feeling some moisture building against the fabric, and I wondered if I could make her fucking come like this.

Could I make her come while she slept, unaware of all the corrupt things I was doing to her, unaware of all the dark thoughts swirling in my brain, or even my primal instinct tellingme to ruin her so good that no man save for me and my brothers would do?

Could we do it?

Could we keep and share Mila Hayes?

Killian would have to get his head out of his ass first. He would have to bewillingto forgive himself for the shit that happened when he had been nothing more than a fifteen-year-old kid.

There were some things that were out of our control, and Lilliana would have come into our lives whether we’d wanted her to or not.

I shook away the thoughts of the bitch and of my brothers, and even the weight on my shoulders, and focused on the sleeping girl in the bed.

She made everything light, and I found myself completely addicted to the feeling.

I pulled the fabric of her panties aside, my fingers finding her center.

I bit in a groan threatening to escape.

As I predicted.

She was fucking wet.

I licked my lips as I let my fingers come up to her fat, greedy clit, pressing in on it.

Her mouth opened, as if she was trying to get in enough air, and her hands moved down to the bedsheets beneath her, gripping a little before she let go.

“Fuck me, but how am I supposed to let you go now?” I asked in the silent room.

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