Page 46 of Savage Hearts

He seemed amused, and I watched as he closed the first-aid kit and placed it on the bedside table.

“You know, it’s been over a day and a half since your waxing. You’re supposed to abstain from any sexual activity for at least twenty-four hours, but now…”

He knelt down on the bed, and I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t even know about the twenty-four-hour rule. Maverick seemed well-versed in female grooming, and I wondered just how experienced he was.

“Did you miss me? Did my little pussy miss my mouth?”

I scrunched up my face. Did he… did he just refer to mypussy—as his?

What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

Slowly, as if he was afraid of one sudden movement and I’d break, he crawled closer to me.

I was stuck, frozen, as he moved over my body, and I was forced to lie back down on the bed—else we would touch, and touching him felt like such a dangerous thing.

He leaned down until our lips were mere centimeters from each other.

Of all the fucking things he had done to me, I didn’t think I could handle kissing…

Not like this.

Not when I didn’t feel like I had a choice in the matter.

I turned my face to the side, and his surprisingly soft lips skimmed over my skin. The stubble around his jaw tickled me.

“Soon,” he whispered, the dark promise unmistakable in his voice.

“W-what are you going to do?” I asked, as his hands wandered down my body. I sucked in a sharp breath as they settled on the top of my ribs—so close to my breasts, it wouldn’t take much for him to touch the bottom curves.

I should have worn a bra.

But when he didn’t come to visit me last night, I thought I would be safe for at least another night.

Now I knew he’d been letting the waxed skin recover.

How very considerate of him.

“What would you like me to do?” he asked, as if I had a choice.

“Leave.”

He chuckled softly against me, his chest rumbling. It wasnotunpleasant.

“Tell me, Mila. Did my pussy miss me?”

“I’m—it’snot yours.”

He gently nipped at my jawline. “Oh, that is where you’re wrong. This pussy belongs to me. No one, save for me and my brothers, will make our pussy weep with want. We’ll make it pulsate and shake as it comes. Do you understand?”

I shook my head, trying not to let his words affect me.

“No answer? You don’t have to say anything. I’m sure your body will tell me exactly what I want to know. And don’t worry. For being such a good girl and helping me with my wound, I’ll make sure you feel good tonight, okay?”

“I-I don’t want… I don’t want that?”

Why the hell did that come out as a question?

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