Page 61 of Savage Cravings
Whether she came willingly, or kicking and screaming, didn’t matter to me.
No doubt she would put up a fight.
No doubt she would fucking hate me.
But perhaps I could make her hate me less. Or perhaps I could make the experience a little less traumatic for her.Getting plucked by three strange men would leave a mark. But by someone whom she had spent time with? Perhaps I could preserve the fire in her eyes, despite the circumstances.
I shook away my musings. I was never one to hesitate in my decisions, never accounting for how they would affect other people. I should have taken her that first moment, but Mila made me question everything.
Killian wanted to kill her. I was incapable of letting that happen. So the next best thing was to take her.
The door to her room opened, and I straightened from the hood of my car. She pulled up short when she noticed me. Her eyes raked me from head to toe. No one had ever taught this girl how to hide her emotions, because I could fucking see everything in those fascinating eyes of hers.
And, yeah, she could deny it all she wanted, but I knew desire when I saw it.
It was written all over her face. She must have been thinking about last night because a deep blush took over her cheeks, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
I used this moment to study her. She wore a plain white shirt today and some exercise shorts, though I doubted she was going for a workout. She probably grabbed her comfiest clothing before coming out of the motel room. Not that I was complaining, because I fucking wasn’t. That shirt seemed to have been painted on with how perfectly it fit her, showing off curves that a man like me would kill to touch, even if it was only for a small moment in time. And her fucking shorts. Fuck me, but they showed off her slim legs and the curve of her ass. They were short, too. Short enough that if I looked closely, I could make out the outline of her small pussy. I shifted, trying to get my hard-on to go down.
What the hell was she doing to me?
“What are you doing here?” she asked quietly.
“Waiting for you.”
Her surprised eyes met mine. “For me?”
I smiled. “Yup. Come on.”
I walked over to the passenger door and opened it for her. She eyed it hesitantly.
“I was told to never get into a car with a stranger.”
“And you’re a good girl who always does what you’re told?” I taunted her.
She glared at me and crossed her arms over her chest. I bit back a groan when my eyes went there automatically. My mouth watered as I remembered how she tasted.
“My eyes are up here,” she said dryly.
“And what fascinating fucking eyes those are,” I replied without thinking. She seemed surprised.
I shook my head. “Come on, angel. Get in and I’ll show you around the city. I bet you haven’t really explored, have you? And after what happened last night, I’d say we’re not strangers anymore.”
She blushed an even deeper red, and I laughed. I hoped she didn’t have any nightmares about that fucker, Lenny. I’d sure enjoyed my sweet time working him over.
She didn’t look like she lost a lot of sleep. In fact, I might even have said the fire in her eyes seemed to glow a little brighter than it did before.
She glowered at me, but I only looked at her, my eyes holding a challenge in them.
After a moment of hesitation, she got inside the rental car.
It was a cherry-red Aston Martin. We usually tried to stay under the radar when we’d go out visiting other places that weren’t in our territory, but I couldn’t help but want to impress her, and judging by the look in her eyes, she was impressed.
I closed the door behind her, wondering how Daniel Hayes had treated her growing up. Based on the cynicism in her eyes, I would say not very well.
The thought made me angry, and I suddenly wished I had the power to bring men back from the dead, only for the chance to kill the fucking bastard all over again. And I would take my precious time, too.
I got in on the driver’s side and started the car. It roared to life beautifully, and I was almost as turned on by the car as I was by the girl.
