Page 34 of Savage Hearts

I struggled. He tightened his grip around my hand.

“Maverick.”

He turned around and looked at me with inquisitive, dark eyes. “This is going to happen, Mila. What are you afraid of?” he asked unemotionally.

I blinked.

“That I'll lose myself trying to cater to the image you want. Whatever you think about changing about me, I will never match up to that.”

He looked thoughtful for a second. Then, “Perhaps I'm not trying to change you, but bring out more of the girl you already are.”

I scowled at him. “Bywaxingme?”

His lips twitched. “You’re telling me you’re not at least a little curious? Don’t you want to know how it would feel to have my beard pressed against the bare skin of your pussy when I visit you at night?”

I hated my reaction to the image that popped inside my head from his words. I shook my head.

He bent down and whispered close to my ear. “Liar. I already vowed I would taste you at least once a day.”

He vowed…what?

Before I could react, he pulled me into the empty salon, save for a girl sitting at the receptionist’s desk, smiling at us expectantly.

My heart rate sped.

There was no one else here.

The way he’d planned it.

“Sarah is one of my people. Begging her for help won’t do anything for you but give you a hot ass,” he whispered.

I looked at him, horrified.

He meant?—?

He grinned.

“Act up, baby. Idareyou to.”

The breath whooshed out of me just as we got to the front.

“Good morning, Mr. Tiernan. Everything is all set at your request.”

Maverick nodded. “Good. Let’s go.”

He placed both hands on my shoulders and leaned down, whispering in my ear. “Be a good girl for Sarah, and I’ll reward you.”

I looked back and shot him a scathing look. He winked at me. Without saying anything, because that statement didn’t warrant a response from me, I turned away and walked toward the back. Sarah followed close behind me. My vision turned fuzzy as we got to one of the empty rooms in the back, until I honed onthe waxing jar placed on the metal counter, and next to it were wooden sticks.

I looked at her, but she didn’t return my gaze. She was too busy prepping everything.

“Please lie on the bed and take off your sweatshirt. We’ll start from the top down.”

I swallowed. It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse. But I was afraid she might call Maverick in.

I should be thankful that, at least, he gave me this illusion of privacy, I thought bitterly.

Silently, I lay down on the waxing bed and we got to work.

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