Page 120 of Savage Reign

I nodded. “I understand.”

I understood it all. Maverick was right. In this relationship, I held all the power because I had three ruthless savages in the palm of my hands.

“I love you so fucking much,” I said because it was true.

“I love you,” he replied, with no hesitation, like I knew he would.

“Now, won’t you just fuck me and make me come?”

Silas threw his head back and laughed. His fingers stopped moving, though they never moved away from me. I tried to move my hips to get back that delicious friction.

He shot me a look. “Nuh-uh, naughty girl. If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to be a good girl for me.”

I whimpered.

Fuck, how much torture did he think I could take?

I opened my mouth to say what, I didn’t know—beg?—but Silas pulled away from me and shifted my legs up to the couch, making me lose my balance.

I turned over and glared at him.

“Fuck me, but your fire always gets to me,” he gritted out, standing up and taking off his shirt.

My heart beat erratically in my chest from the sight of all the skin and muscles he had on display, as well as what it meant that he was taking off his shirt.

Desire chased along my insides as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs.

I took in all the ink on his skin, my eyes moving over to the impressive phoenix—my favorite. In a way, it felt like I had been reborn under the Tiernan brothers’ fire.

“You want to play?” he asked darkly. “Want me to fuck you?”

I gulped, knowing that look in his eyes. He was in the mood for something much,muchrougher.

My craving for him fought with my self-preservation.

It was one of those times I didn’t know which to let win. Then he smiled, and I felt my heart jump. With a squeal, I turned and tried to run from him.

I’d forgotten about the panties still hooked around my knees.

And Silas was quick.

Too quick.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me back onto the couch.

“Silas.”

Using the panties, he grabbed them and pulled my legs up, exposing my ass. He spanked me three times.

“Hey,” I said, glaring back at him.

The fucker just smiled at me.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing. You just have such a spankable ass, I couldn’t resist.”

“Well, resist,” I grumbled.

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