Page 53 of Savage Hearts

I took her to the bathroom and turned on the light, letting go of her hand.

“Strip, baby,” I said as I shoved off my shirt. She stared at me for a long second, her eyes leaving a trail of a fiery blaze on the skin I showed, and I resisted the urge to flex for her.

My baby definitely liked what she saw.

My hands moved to the waistband of my jeans, and she blinked up at me.

I winked at her and unbuttoned the jeans. That caused her to come back to herself, and she took half a step back, stopping when I shot her a predatory look.

If she ran, I was chasing, and fuck me, but I would enjoy the chase agoddamnlot. I had to hold back a lot in New Orleans, afraid I might scare her off if I pushed too soon, too hard. But here in Chicago, I was going to show her every part of me that she completely owned.

I knew my eyes held a challenge in them. I didn’t know which I wanted more, for her to stay where I put her, or for her to fight me, to run away.

She noticeably swallowed, and, much to my disappointment, she didn’t run like I’d expected.

I shoved my jeans down. I was going commando, and my cock jumped out, hard and aching from her hot gaze.

She didn’t avert her eyes quickly enough. I caught her looking, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red that I was sure ran all the way down to her chest. Fuck me, but she was adorable.

She could fucking look and touch all she wanted. Lord knew my cock couldn’t get hard for anyone but her, ever since she made herself known to me.

And how fucking bad I wanted to get my dick wet inside her tight pussy.

She turned from me and I slowly walked over to her, making as much noise as possible. She still jumped when she felt my hands on her shoulders. I pulled her to me until there wasn’t a single space between our bodies, and my dick was nestled in the crack of her ass.

It twitched at the thought of dragging down her tight leggings and burying myself deep inside her.

My grip tightened just a fraction around her, shaking away the lustful thought.

The goal was to get her used to us and our touches, not scare her, and as much as Mila liked to act like a badass, she was still so skittish.

Much more so than any other woman I had ever interacted with.

I moved my hand up and down her arms, warding off the goosebumps. “Cold?” I asked softly, taking her left earlobe between my teeth.

“N-no.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

I turned her around to face me. She kept her eyes level with my chin, not meeting my eyes, and not dropping any lower.

“I just want to shower tonight. I’m fucking dirty from the night I had.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Not sure that’s the kind of stench you can wash off with a simple shower.”

I laughed. She was fucking cute as hell.

“You’re right. But the stench was already in my bloodline since the moment of my conception. Not a fucking thing I can do about it, angel. Might as well join in the fun.”

She frowned a little at that. “Babies aren’t born evil. I think… I think, at one point, you were innocent.”

I shook my head but didn’t respond to her. With Declan Tiernan as a father, I was destined to be a monster. Same as my brothers.

Just look at what we were doing to her.

Children were innocent, but so was she. Mila wasn’t a kid—thank fuck for that—but she was as innocent as they came.

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