Page 95 of Savage Cravings

“Maverick,” she cried.

“That’s it, little monster. Fuck me, but look at you. Just lie there and let me take care of you.”

Another whimper, and she relaxed her leg muscles, keeping them open for me.

Hell, but I was going to remember this image of her for years to come. I pulled away when she finally came back, her eyes closed, her chest pushing in and out from her harsh breathing, as sweat made her hair cling to her forehead.

How beautiful.

When she finally opened those light-colored eyes of hers, it was as if a piece of me had gone missing. I rubbed my chest, not sure what to do with the feeling. I avoided her gaze and searched around the truck for her clothes.

“Put your clothes on,” I said, trying to keep the gruffness from my voice. “We’re driving back to the hotel.”

“And then?” she asked, sitting up and clutching the shirt to her chest. As if that would really protect her from me.

“And then, I’m going to make good on my promise and taste you properly.”

18

MILA

We werequiet on our way back to the hotel room.

I didn’t know what I had been thinking when I agreed to come back with him. Or when I’d goaded him into taking action—to play the game I wanted him to play.

He had been right about that. I had been goading him, wanting to see what he would do. And he didn’t disappoint. My legs were still weak from the multiple orgasms in the car, and my breathing still felt out of control.

I was so hyperaware of everything that went on around me that once the elevator dinged to announce we’d arrived on his floor, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I glanced sideways at Maverick.

A smirk graced his lips before he slowly turned to me.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, stepping out of the elevator with Maverick close behind me.

“Showing you,” he said darkly. “Once we get in our room, you’re going to be my good girl and strip. And once you’re done, I want you to climb onto the bed and beg me to eat out your pretty little cunt. Show me what a good girl you can be, and I’ll reward you nicely for it.”

My breath caught in his words. “And if I don’t?”

He shrugged like he couldn’t care either way, but I could see the lie in his eyes. “Then we go back down to my car and I drive you home, little monster. So choose. And, baby? I really hope you make the right choice.”

There wasn’t really a choice. Not when I was already wet from his words. Not when I really wanted to see what it would feel like for Maverick to lose control with me, to bring me to a world of pleasures I had never experienced before meeting the brothers.

Hadn’t I told myself this would be different? That I wasn’t going to live in the shadows of the club? That I wasn’t going to let my dad dictate my life, even—hopefully—from the grave?

I really wanted to experience it now. Though I wasn’t sure if I was ready for anything more. Not with these men I barely knew.

We stopped at the front door, and I could tell Maverick was waiting for my decision. He was being patient, but still, I got the feeling he wasn’t a patient man. Not that I felt pressured into giving him an answer, but more so that I could feel him so close to my back, the heat of him messing with my mind and making it hard to think, to breathe.

One touch from him and I was sure I would combust.

I took a deep breath and turned my head around to him. His blue eyes were nearly dark with hunger, making me feel a little better about myself. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. This wasn’t one-sided. And they never said, but I was sure all three brothers had more experience than I did. I shook my head. Hell, they probably had more experience than me at my age. But he wanted me.Theywanted me.

Killian might still be a volatile anomaly to me, but Maverick and Silas never hid their desires.

“How far will we go?” I asked.

“As far as you want, sweetheart.”

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