Page 31 of Savage Hearts

His mocking tone grated on my nerves.

“How generous of you. But I’m not going.”

His lips moved up my jawline and took my earlobe between his teeth. My fists clenched and I bit my lip to keep from making any noise.

At this point, I was afraid of what noises might come out of me if I weren’t careful.

“You seem to think you have a choice, little girl.”

“What is this errand?” I asked, trying to sound harsh.

Instead, it just came out breathless.

I felt his smile pressed against my cheek.

“Beauty appointment,” he whispered seductively. “Shopping.Waxing. I’m going to cover you in diamonds, little monster.”

It took a few moments for my brain to register his words.

I jumped off the chair and tried to put some distance between us.

“Like fucking hell,” I said, moving back a step when he started to come near me. I didn’t want a makeover. I didn’t want diamonds. I didn’t fucking want awaxing.

I shook my head when I hit the oven behind me, the handle digging into my back.

I was trapped, and Maverick loomed over me, looking very much like an avenging angel.

My hands splayed across his hard chest and I tried to push him away, but he was like a brick wall.

I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes. “Just get the fuck away from me,” I said, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

“Can’t do that. You belong to us now, and you’re going to be a good little girl and do what you’re told.”

I looked up at him, tears stinging my eyes. Do as I was told. How many times had I heard that before? From Dad, from Sebastian, from men of the club. I was so fucking tired of doing as I was told.

But clearly, he wasn’t going to give me a fucking choice.

“Let’s go, little monster.”

“I hate you,” I said thickly.

He didn’t respond—just held out his hand.

If I didn’t feel so fucking emotional right now, I might have laughed.

This had to be a joke.

I bit the inside of my cheek and harshly slapped my hand in his. He squeezed it tightly in retaliation, and I bit down harder to keep from making any noise or showing him any reaction.

I barely saw anything as he led me out of there, my mind in a daze.

There was no way he was really taking me where he said he was. No way. No?—

Even I could hear the naivety of my own thoughts.

He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted with me, and what was more, I had no control over that.

We emerged to a waiting car.

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