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I shook my head when he pulled one plate closer to me, some sort of meat with vegetables covered in brown sauce. He forked up a good portion and held it up to my lips.

“Open,” he said smoothly. I opened without a thought and his eyes darkened as he pushed the food into my mouth. Flavor instantly exploded, and I moaned without thinking. Maverick shifted on the couch, and I couldn’t help but smirk over that.

He reached over and tugged the sheets down from my body, exposing my breasts. Without saying another word, he clamped his fingers down on my nipple. I wiggled from the pain. It probably would have hurt so much had he not spent most of the night abusing my nipples.

“Maverick…”

“You’re such a pretty little brat. My little brat.”

I scowled at him, but then he twisted the nub and I gasped. I bit the inside of my cheek, and after a while, he let me go. I tried to cover myself back up when he stopped me.

“No, I’m enjoying the view.”

“I can’t eat like this,” I protested.

“Why not?” He fed me another bite. “You don’t have to do anything but sit there and look pretty while I feed you.”

“Feed me?”

He tapped my lips, getting me to close my mouth. “Chew and swallow, sweetheart.”

I did so without thinking.

“Fuck, but look at how good you are at following my commands.” He whispered something else I didn’t hear, but I thought it sounded like the words,fucking perfect.

I shook my head and stayed like that, trying not to feel so self-conscious while Maverick fed me and took a few of his own bites in between.

All the while, one thought bounced around in my head.

You don’t treat your fling or a one-night stand like this.

So what the hell was this?

19

SILAS

My feet crunchedon the gravel as I made my way across the parking lot of the motel room.

The cameras I had installed in the room while Mila slept the other night told me she was home. She was still sleeping in her bed the last time I checked.

I also knew she hadn’t always spent the night here while I was gone.

I smiled.

Naughty girl. What had she been up to with Maverick? And I fucking knew it was with Maverick. The tracker I’d placed in her handbag told me exactly where she was at all times.

I wasn’t taking any risks with her. I was going to track Mila closely until it was time for us to take her back to Chicago.

But now the little innocent was back in her motel room, sound asleep without a care in the world, not knowing her monster was back.

I was sure there was still some of the Heartless Saint MC scum around. I was fucking obsessed with Mila, but the thought that Sebastian might be as well and was sending men to bring her back to him made no sense to me. Not based on everything I had learned about the bastard.

Which meant there was something going on. Something deeper that involved my girl, and I wasn’t even sure she knew the reason for it.

We needed to get back to Chicago soon. We were technically in neutral territory, but there were just too many goddamn former members of the MC around for comfort.

At least, in Chicago, I could order an entire army of men to protect Mila. I could be sure she was well-guarded.

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