Page 48 of Savage Hearts

I didn’t stop him.

I should have, but I didn’t. I lay there while he took in my torso, studying my bare breasts and playing with my nipples.

“Fuck,” he said, leaning down and taking one in his mouth. He toyed with it, using his teeth, and my fists clenched the bedsheets beneath me.

“Maverick,” I said, my back arching, trying to get closer to him, and pulling away in the next breath.

“You taste like heaven, and I fucking missed this. I fucking miss you. Now, you’re going to be a good girl and let me see my bare pussy, aren’t you? You’re going to show off what the esthetician did, preparing you for me?”

I shook my head, but nothing came out.

He pulled away from me, sitting up between my legs and tugging at the sweatpants.

I closed my eyes as he shifted my legs around to take them off, along with my panties.

“Fuck, baby. Look at the way you soaked your panties. Such a good little girl for me,” he said, dragging the rest of the fabric away.

Cool air teased me, contrasting with his heated gaze, and my eyes jumped open when I felt the pad of his finger on my clit.

I looked to see what he was doing, and he pressed down even more.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Look at my cunt. Look at the swollen clit, begging for my lips. You’ll let me taste what’s mine, won’t you?”

“And i-if I say no?”

He paused and smiled viciously. “If you say no and mean it, I’ll leave you alone.”

I took a deep breath, but that only drew his gaze to my naked breasts.

I tugged the shirt down, and his smile widened, baring teeth.

He reached into his pants pocket and took out a folding knife.

Fear wracked my body, and I made a small noise in protest, but he was suddenly there, his hand resting on top of my head.

“Shh, baby. I would never mark your skin,” he cooed. “Would never use this knife on you.”

“T-then why did you take it out?”

He didn’t answer me. He unfolded it, the sharp blade glinting in the light. I didn’t say anything as he ripped through my shirt and cut it open straight down the middle. The dull edge of the knife touched me as he moved, but he never cut me. I would have been amazed by his quick movements had I not been scared shitless.

He threw the knife somewhere behind him. It hit the wall with aclack. He probably didn’t want it within my reach.

Smart man.

He kissed my temple. “I love the sight of you in ruined clothes.”

I tried to stretch the torn fabric over my body, but he had cut it in a way that made it impossible to cover anything. It was ruined.

Then he kissed his way down my body.

I turned my head to the side and bit my lip roughly, afraid some noise might slip out that he could use against me later.

I didn’t want to show him how I felt about the hot glide of his lips, the gentle way he kept his full body weight off me, or the confusing emotion he was able to evoke in so little time.

And I had thought Silas was dangerous.

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