Page 90 of Savage Cravings

She didn’t wait for my reply. “That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t know me.”

“Hmm, would you like to change that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can tell me about yourself.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you want to play Twenty Questions with me.”

The statement was innocent enough, and I was sure she had meant it to be. Yet it came out soundingnotso innocent.

Mila must have heard it too, because she tried to go back on her words.

“I mean, like, the game sounds juvenile, and you, you know, you’re… not.”

I laughed. Fuck, but she was amusing.

“What sort of games do you think I want to play?”

Her tone was less amused when she said, “Maverick.”

“You started this, little monster.”

In fact, I wondered if she had done this on purpose. Was my little monster curious about what would happen if she was shared between two men? When she was pleasured?Cherished?

I looked straight at the road ahead, shaking away the word. I had no business thinking that. But perhaps for one night, we could assume different identities.

So she wasn’t Daniel Hayes’ daughter, the man who fucking destroyed my childhood and empire, and I wasn’t the head of the Irish mob, filled with responsibilities not just to my men, but to my younger brothers as well.

For tonight, we could just be two people who felt an insane amount of attraction to each other.

“I don’t think you like to play,” she said, her voice challenging.

I grinned. Sweet girls like her shouldn’t be playing games with monsters like me. She might just get burned.

“You don’t think so, huh?”

She offered a careless one-shoulder shrug. “Nope. You probably just watch with that intense expression on your face. You probably just let your brothers do all the hard work. You wouldn’t know what to do by yourself.”

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “Are you goading me, little girl?”

“I’m not a little girl,” she argued.

Without saying a word, I pulled the car to the side of the road. The streetlight nearby cast an orange glow into the interior of the vehicle, allowing me to see her perfectly. I let my eyes take their fill of the girl who was just so…fuckingperfect. From the long, dark-blonde hair that looked soft to the touch to her heart-shaped face, pouty lips, curves in all the right places, and mile-long legs that made me wonder how it would feel to have them wrapped around me.

Fuck, I could see why Silas was so obsessed.

What a dangerous thing this girl had turned out to be.

She looked around nervously. “What, uh, what are you doing?”

“Don’t look like that,” I whispered, unbuckling my belt. She jumped at the noise, but stayed where she was, equal parts fascination and wariness dancing in her dark irises. “Weren’t you goading me to see what I would do?”

“I—” Her voice cut off, and her gaze shifted to the side. She could lie, but that was all it would be. And she knew I would hear it. Perhaps she wanted to see how far I could take this. The answer—further than she could handle.

“What are you going to do?” There was a breathless quality to her voice that nearly had me coming undone. Fuck me, but what was this girl doing to me?

I reached over and cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb over the pillowy feel of her lips. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, her eyes darkened further with her desires.

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