Page 89 of Savage Cravings

I smiled when she sputtered a bit, but no comprehensible words came out. She could have stopped me. Had she said no, I would have walked away. Had she said she didn’t want or likethat I was watching her getting pleasured by Silas, I would have left.

Instead, the little minx had enjoyed feeling my eyes on her. A little too much, from the sound of it.

Those sea-colored eyes of hers had been trained on me, her skin flushed.

“Admit it, sweetheart. You came harder than you ever did before because I watched—because you loved my eyes on you too much.”

She squirmed in her seat, and I resisted pulling over to the side of the road and finding out for myself if she was wet.

Fuck me, but she was wet. I’d bet my life on it.

“Silas said you guys share,” she said, the words spoken quietly.

“He did, did he?” I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was. If Silas was already telling her these things, then he was in deeper than I’d originally thought. I frowned at the thought before turning slightly toward her.

She was looking out her side window. The light showed her reflection, but it showed me nothing about how she was feeling.

Was that a hard limit?

Somehow, I didn’t think so. And fuck me, that mattered to me. As if I was really contemplating sharing her with my brothers.

I shook my head.

“Do you, uh…”

I didn’t say anything. Just waited for her to gather her thoughts.

She was obviously curious, and I would be more than happy to answer any questions she might have.

“Do you guys do that often?”

“More so in recent years,” I answered mildly.

She made a slight sound to indicate she’d heard me. Then, “Why?”

“Because it makes things easier.”

“Easier?”

I nodded, even if she wasn’t looking at me. “Easier to deal with. I don’t have to constantly be on guard. Not with my brothers there. I wouldn’t have to be afraid I was acting too rough, too controlling.”

Though it hadn’t happened yet, I could see Mila as the woman I lost my control with. Never had I felt the need to take over every aspect of another person’s choices as I did with this girl, and I didn’t know what to make of it. What to make of her.

Her breath caught, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or intrigue.

“And it turns me on,” I said.

“You make it sound so simple.”

I shrugged. “It shouldn’t be complicated. You make it complicated, perhaps because of your inexperience.”

She scoffed at that. I wondered if she could hear how loud the lie was in that small sound.

I smiled. “You disagree. So you’re just a girl with loads of experience in your twenty-four years of life?”

“Silas told you how old I am?”

No, he didn’t. There was very little I didn’t know about Mila—on a superficial level, of course.