Page 72 of Savage Cravings

“Fuck.Baby, I'm going to come.”

I hummed my affirmative, and he released a long string of expletives.

His grip on my hair tightened to the point of pain. I took him deeper in my mouth. He lost it in a shout, his cum shooting out, the salty taste hitting my tongue was both strange and arousing.I tried to swallow as much of him as I could take. Even still, I felt some of it drip out of my mouth.

He sat up and pulled out of me after he finished, helping me up and setting me on his lap once more. I let out a small shudder when my thigh touched his. He was just so warm and big. I was sure a man like him had never been afraid of anything for even a day in his life.

I was just so sick of being scared all the time. But in his arms, I felt almost invincible.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tan skin was flushed red, his dark eyes soft, and for once, he didn’t look like the cocky playboy who walked into the restaurant I was working at. He just looked… human.

Warm.

Like someone whocouldbelong to someone.

Who could belong to me.

What a dangerous thought path to go down. I blinked and pulled back a little. He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my mouth.

“Fuck me, but this mouth of yours is a dangerous thing. You’re one dangerous woman.”

I smiled slightly. He thought I was dangerous? He clearly hadn’t taken a good look in the mirror. He and his brothers were the definition of danger. Oh, but how alluring this danger seemed to be.

I should be running the other way. After all, I had been surrounded by dangerous men my entire life, but this level of danger felt different. I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to get closer. I wanted to control it and own it for myself.

“I should probably go,” I said.

I didn’t miss the disappointment I saw in his eyes. A small reaction, I admitted, but it made me feel significant for the first time in my life, nonetheless.

“Let me drive you.”

I opened my mouth to answer when his phone beeped once more. He gently moved me off his lap and back onto the bed before getting up and shifting through the pocket of his jeans for the phone. He pulled it out and frowned.

“Just call a ride for me,” I said, already knowing he would leave.

He looked like he wanted to refuse, but I stood. “I’m not staying locked in this room again for who knows how long.”

I crossed my arms and glared at him. If he was intimidated by me, he was doing a lousy job showing it. In fact, I thought I saw his lips twitch. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Then let me call for a car for you.”

“You should have done that before.”

“And missed out on the experience of having your mouth around me? Fuck, no. It was like heaven and I don’t fucking regret locking you up in here. In fact, I’m fucking tempted to just kidnap you.”

“Don’t joke about things like that. It’s not funny.”

He made a small noncommittal noise in the back of his throat but didn’t answer me. Turning around and showing me his entire back, he picked up his clothes from the floor. I was right. The phoenix tattoo reached down to a part of his back.

And then my eyes moved down, and I was no longer thinking about the tattoo. Fuck, he had a great ass.

My breath caught.

I didn’t think I was an ass woman, but apparently I was when it came to Silas?—

I frowned. “What is your last name?”

He pulled on the last of his clothing, covering up his perfect body, and turned to me. “What was that?”

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