Page 49 of Saviors

I told myself I should stop this. But again, I didn’t listen to my own advice.

She reached her hands out, and I grasped them, intertwining our fingers. Only to keep her from touching me. If she touched me, I’d lose it and things might not end well.

Now, my thoughts felt like a lie.

“Why do you really want to leave?”

Her green eyes shined with unshed tears. “I shouldn’t want you all, but I do. I’m worried that means there’s something wrong with me. That he broke me. I’m afraid.”

I gave her hands a reassuring squeeze, even as her words pierced my chest. “We’d never hurt you.”

“I didn’t think he would either.” Water pooled on her lashes. She was so vulnerable. So sweet.

She didn’t trust herself anymore. Unfortunately, that made her an easy target. Which meant if she left, she’d make bad decisions. She’d try to find her brothers and she couldn’t trust them either.

The idea of telling her the truth fluttered through my mind. I squashed it before it could form. That wouldn’t help her.

She believed something was wrong with her. But there wasn’t. Fuck, she was perfect. I wished I could make her see it.

I couldn’t let her go. And not just for her safety, but because I wanted her. Physically, yes, but I also wanted her to be happy again. To heal. And maybe we could help with that. Maybe it was the only way I’d feel better about letting her go.

“We saved you.” She nodded. “We’ve taken care of you.” Another nod. “Then let us help with this.”

Her brows furrowed as I picked my phone up off the desk and texted the guys. I could hear Mav and Connor moving around the house within moments. A second later, and my office door was bursting open. It wasn’t even enough time for her to ask questions; that’s how eager we were.

Violet flinched as we watched Maverick walk in with a cocky smile on his face. Connor had his hands buried into his pockets, but his eyes raked over Violet, a hunger burning in his gaze.

I knew it matched my own. I wondered if I had the obsessive gleam like he did. Probably.

“You need us, belladonna?” Maverick’s words dripped with suggestion as he stepped up behind Violet. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.

My hands dropped to my sides as I watched him take her away. Her newly painted nails were a contrast to his tan skin as she grasped his forearm. I wished I could let her touch me like that.

Connor smiled as Maverick brought her closer to him. “You want us to make you feel good? Make you forget?”

“Yes.” Her breathy whispered seemed like a shout in the quiet room. The tone of it made my cock ache.

“You know it’s a package deal?” Connor circled them, coming to stand next to me, but he never looked away from her. “All three of us.”

She examined each of us. Her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. I yearned to lick the wound clean. To have another taste of her. “I shouldn’t, but I want you all.”

She gasped as I stood suddenly. She tilted her head back as I towered over her. I watched her throat bob and fought the urge to run my tongue along that delicate neck. “You can’t handle it.”

A look of betrayal crossed her face. But this was my part today. To be the voice in her thoughts. The one that told her she was broken. So she would prove it wrong. And it worked.

After a moment, her eyes narrowed. A spark came to life inside her. The defiance in her green gaze had heat pooling low in my stomach. She jutted her chin out. “I can take it.”

“What he means is you’ve been hurt. We don’t want to hurt you more.” Connor moved next to me. Reaching out, he stroked the back of his knuckles down her cheek.

She leaned into him, but kept her stubborn eyes on me. My cock jumped. The darkness in me demanded I control that attitude. Get her to bend to my will.

“You could never hurt me. I’m already broken.”

If this was broken, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Still, I worried that this was a mistake. We could damage her worse. She could destroy us.

But I was weak. She’d fallen apart, and I wanted to save her.

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