Page 95 of Savage Hearts

I liked the little bit of pain that came with being with such a rough man. A savage of a man whom I was quickly becoming addicted to.

When had it happened?

I should hate him.

I should be repulsed by his touch.

Nothing was further from the truth, and I ground my hips once more, the spasm growing into tremors.

I could come like this, I realized.

I mewled in protest when he pulled away from me. I had been so close.

“Not tonight,” he whispered against my wet lips. “If we keep going, I don’t think I have the willpower to hold back.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to. I didn’t want him to hold back. I just wanted to come.

But to have sex with Maverick tonight…

I didn’t think I was ready for that.

Not yet, a small voice echoed in my mind.

Being with him, with any of them, was a foregone conclusion at this point.

Perhaps my father had fucked me up way worse than I’d thought. How else would it explain my attraction to these terrible men who had held me captive?

Gently, he unwrapped my legs from him and laid me back down on the bed.

He stood up from the bed and took me in with those devastating blue eyes of his. For once, they weren’t emotionless, but bright with emotions I didn’t think I was ready to explore.

He wrapped his hand around my neck but didn’t squeeze. He left it there as I looked up at him. I didn’t feel any hint of fear.

I should.

I didn’t.

“Sleep, little monster,” he said softly.

He moved as if to leave, and I did something daring.

I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Stay,” I said. He seemed surprised, and I was, too. “Just… just stay tonight. You always leave afterward, and it makes me feel like a discarded toy—cheap and used.”

Feeling like a discarded toy was the last thing I wanted tonight.

Not after this kiss.

Not after this gentle side of him.

He didn’t say anything for a moment.

Something animated and dangerous shadowed over his expression.

I opened my mouth to take back the words when he leaned down and lifted me out of bed.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, afraid I would fall if I didn’t hold on tightly enough.

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