Page 181 of Savage Reign

“Fucking hell, what did I say, Mila?”

He told me not to look. But I still did.

And now I have to deal with that, along with the fact that I killed my first man today.

I was stillin a state of shock when we finally got home hours later.

Killian helped Silas clean up while Maverick was with me.

We were in his bathroom, and he had placed me on the counter.

He kept casting worried glances at me, and I didn’t have it in me to tell him I was okay.

I wasn’t sure I was.

Maverick turned on the shower before walking over to me. He helped me stand in front of him, bending down until we were eye to eye.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn’t. He helped me remove my wedding gown. It was no longerwhite or pretty. Many of the beaded pearls were gone, and it was currently stained black, brown, and red.

Not how I had imagined my wedding night to go.

Maverick let the dress flow down to my feet, taking in the white lingerie set I had on specifically for tonight.

My lips trembled.

They weren’t going to be enjoyed.

“Ah, baby. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I put so much effort into picking out the perfect lingerie set, and now…”

“You look beautiful, with or without the lingerie. You know that, don’t you?”

I looked down.

Maverick slowly pulled the clothes away from me until I stood there naked in front of him.

He bent down and kissed my belly.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, moving his lips and kissing my breasts, one and then the other. I could feel desire stirring inside me.

“Maverick.”

He nodded. “I know. When things are better, I’ll take my time and worship every single inch of your body.”

He stood up and started pulling out all the pins keeping my hair in place. I watched as he threw them into a small container until, finally, my hair flowed down to my back. Maverick stepped back and took me in, his eyes darkening in hunger.

I didn’t say anything as he began to undress.

He pulled off the suit jacket first, then his tie and shirt. I licked my lips, taking in all the hard ridges and ink on his torso as his hands went down to his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxer briefs.

His cock bobbed between us. He was hard, but I knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it. He grabbed my hand and brought me to the shower.

I let out a small sigh as the warm water hit my skin, and Maverick worked to clean me up.

He was gentle and careful about it, as if he feared the slightest pressure might break me.

I felt breakable then.

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