Page 87 of Savage Hearts

I bit his lip when he started to pull away, and he chuckled slightly against me. His chest vibrated against my own as he came back and kissed me once more.

I shook my head when he tried to pull away a second time.

He pressed a brutal kiss against my lips that I was sure I would bruise from, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to keep kissing him.

It was the first time I had ever admitted to myself that I wanted any of them since my captivity. That I was insanely attracted to them. I would have to face the reality of this admission once the kiss was over and I was no longer under his influence.

“Mila,” he chided softly.

I shook my head and deepened the kiss a bit.

I didn’t want to go back to reality.

He grabbed my breast with one hand and squeezed it roughly.

I gasped from the pain and leaned back, shooting him a scorching glare.

That was one way to drag me out of the mood.

He smirked, his lips swollen and wet.

I licked my lips as I directed my gaze there.

With another groan, he pressed a short, quick kiss against my lips.

We didn’t say anything for a moment. I kept my eyes closed, afraid to look at him.

“Mila,” he began.

I shook my head. “Please don’t.” I wiggled a bit against him when I realized he was still holding me up. “Let me down.”

“Not until you look at me.”

“Why?”

“Mila,” he said again.

If he ever had kids in the future, he probably wouldn’t have to worry about them disobeying. He had that firm dad voice down perfectly.

His dark blue eyes were alight with satisfaction.

“You enjoyed the kiss. Don’t even try to deny it.”

I sucked my lower lip into my mouth before letting it go and responding, “I did.”

There was no use in denying it. He knew.

“Now, let me down,” I demanded.

Gently, he let me down on the ground, keeping his hands on me.

I was grateful for that—not that I would ever tell him. I would have surely fallen straight to the ground had he not held me up.

How could he still stay standing when my legs had turned into goo?

It wasn’t fair.

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