Page 106 of Savage Cravings

Her suspicious eyes told me she didn’t think it was that simple. She would be right.

I cupped her pussy and squeezed, grinding the palm of my hand over her slit and giving her that friction she needed so badly. She let out a small whimper and lifted her hips, trying to move more into my touch. I tightened my grip around her neck, cutting off the air supply.

Her hands grabbed my arm, but she didn’t try to pull me away. Good girl. I loosened my grip once more and let her get in as much air as possible, while I went back to playing with her pussy once more, sliding my fingers over the drenched lips from side to side.

A moan escaped her. “Please, Silas.”

“I know, baby. I know what you need.”

I choked her once more, driving two thick fingers inside and spreading her for me. Fuck me, but I could feel her hymen.

My sweet, innocent girl.

It was going to be so much fun corrupting her.

I let her breathe once more, my fingers relentless against her.

“Don’t hold back on me,” I growled. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

I quickened the pace, feeling her arousal as it dripped out of her pussy, wetting the bed and my hand.

Hell.

“Silas! Please.”

I didn’t know if she was begging me to stop or to keep going. It didn’t matter. I kept up with the brutal thrusts. It wasn’t until I choked her one more time that she lost the battle. She squirmed on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She let out a loud cry when I let her breathe again.

Her pussy convulsed around me, and I kept my eyes on her face, fascinated. I was going to remember this image for as long as I lived, no doubt about it.

“Now, about my questions,” I said when she came down. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes.

She would no doubt be more receptive to answering me now.

“Did you and my brother kiss, baby?”

She bit her lip. “Killian?”

I laughed. “Yes, Killian. I know you kissed Maverick.”

The expression on her face told me she hadn’t expected that.

“Are you mad?” she asked quietly.

I didn’t say anything. I climbed on the bed with her and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, resting her head on my chest. “Mad? No, baby girl. I told you before, my brothers and I are close.”

“That’s not really normal.”

I shrugged. “Fuck normal.”

As if my brothers and I cared about what was normal. We would be considered psychopaths from a societal standpoint.

“You’re really okay with that?” she asked, a hitch to her voice making me take notice.

I bent my head down. “Yes, but not with other men.”

It wasn’t hard to hear the warning in my voice. I narrowed my eyes at her. “I mean it, Mila. I’d kill any fucker who even get close to you.”

She shook, a small laugh bubbling out of her.

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