Page 93 of Savage Cravings

I grabbed the underwire and pulled the bra away from her. “Be my good girl, and I’ll reward you. But if you’re naughty, I just might have topunishyou.” I pulled a little harder until the flimsy fabric gave way, torn from her body. Hell, I didn’t know which I hoped would be the case. For her to be my good girl, or my naughty little whore.

She gasped. “Hey. I liked that bra.”

I moved my fingers to the button of her jeans, undoing it and sliding down the zipper. A hint of black peeked through. She exhaled a sharp hiss of air.

“I’ll buy you a million more,” I commented absently, a little disappointed when I realized she wasn’t wearing the matching panties. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and yanked down. Slowly, she pushed her ass up and let me take the jeans off her, leaving her in nothing but a black fucking thong.

The small triangle barely covered anything.

“Fuck,” I muttered. She smiled a little, her eyes shy and animated.

Her skin was a golden cream color. She was on the thin size of average, but that didn’t detract from her beauty. And the way her chest pushed in and out, drawing my attention to those glorious tits… Yeah, there was nothing that could take away her appeal.

What an appealing girl Mila turned out to be. And when she turned those big eyes my way, the light reflected in the flecks of her eyes…

Innocent and seductress wrapped up in such a pretty package.

“Lean back against the door,” I said to her. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before doing as I asked. “Good girl.”

I shifted over to her. I didn’t drive trucks often—or at all—but fuck, I loved the bench seat design. It was going to make this so fucking easy. I grabbed her legs and drew them toward me until she was nearly lying on her back. Shoving one leg off the seat, I took in the small triangle of cotton covering her from me. I shot it a disgusted look before pulling it down her legs. I shoved the scrappy fabric into the pocket of my pants. She watched me for a beat until I turned to her. Then she quickly turned her gaze away.

She focused on the window, her teeth coming back to her bottom lip. If she kept gnawing at that, she would bleed soon. I gently pulled the abused flesh from her lips and waited for her to look at me.

“You’re not getting shy on me, are you?”

“Me? Shy?” She scoffed. “I’m not shy.”

I bit back the smile threatening to show. The light might not be the brightest here, but I was certain the little brat was blushing. How fucking adorable.

I shook my head at the thought. Since when did I think anyone was adorable?

I let my eyes wander down her body. Soon, I would learn all there was to know about her body. I would count the exact number of freckles she had, scars… everything.

I cupped her tits in my hands and slowly massaged the supple flesh. She let out a low moan, moving more into my touch, as if she couldn’t get enough. Fucking hell. I played with her nipple, twirling it around my fingers before plucking at it.

A soft mewl sound came out, reminding me of a little kitten.

“Does that feel good, little monster?” I asked.

She nodded. I pinched her nipple. Her yowl was small but pained.

“Tell me how good.”

“So good, Maverick.”

“Do you like it when I hurt you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Her legs were rubbing together, as if trying to find that delicious friction only I could provide.

She nodded, moving her hand down and shackling my wrist, but she didn’t pull me away. She held it there. Her eyes glinted, and I swore it was like looking into another world. One I hadn’t been privy to or wanted in the first place. Nevertheless, I fucking wanted to steal it for my own.

I played on her nipple even more, until the flesh was protruding out, and the skin that surrounded it turned a faint shade of red, barely visible underneath the orange light.

“Are you wet for me?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

She blinked, her face showing her confusion. I leaned down and kissed her once more, not letting go of her nipple. She removed her hand from my wrist and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close, as if she was afraid I mightdisappear. She should know there was no force on earth strong enough to drag me away from her.

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