Page 57 of Savage Hearts

I would do it if she gave me her sweet words, but fuck if I wasn’t enticed by the stubborn tilt of her chin, the flush in her cheeks, and the fire.

That fucking fire of hers was going to be the death of me, I swore it.

She shut her mouth after a while, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

I grabbed my aching cock and gave myself a few strokes, and unlike the other times, she didn’t look away.

She seemed to like the difference between our bodies, and I wondered just how far her inexperience went.

Was mine the first cock she’d seen? Had her mouth around? And now it was getting painful, the memory of her taking me in her mouth. I doubted I would get a repeat performance soon.

Had she ever seen a man come before me?

The more I considered it, the more turned on I got.

I squeezed the tip to keep from coming too soon, and she let out a small, silent gasp from my rough treatment.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” I said.

Wordlessly, she turned from me.

I cleaned us up, and when I was sure we were both squeaky clean, I let my hands slowly move across her wet skin, stopping in all my favorite places and starting at her neck.

Her pulse jumped as I wrapped my hand around it.

This was a vulnerable part. I would have never let anyone get close enough to put their hands near my neck, and here I was, admiring the elegance of hers, the delicateness to it.

I could so easily break her.

I kissed the top of her head instead.

I wondered if she knew I would kill thousands upon thousands of men before I’d ever hurt her like that.

But in other ways…

I slapped the side of her tit, loving the way the flesh shook from the impact.

“What the fuck?” She turned those angry eyes to me.

Before she could say anything else, I plucked her nipple, abusing the flesh roughly, before I clamped the hardened tip between my thumb and forefinger.

She grabbed my wrist, trying to wrest away from my grip, her face contorted slightly from the pain.

I pinched a little harder.

“Do you like it when I play rough?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Silas.”

“Answer me, angel. And answer honestly.”

“No, you freak!”

I laughed and shut off the water. Her shoulders sagged when I let her go, and I pushed open the glass door and lifted her up in my arms.

She slapped her hand on my naked back.

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