Page 30 of Savage Reign

“I believe I said we were going to be honest with each other. And here’s my truth. There are no boundaries between us, baby.”

I let one eyebrow raise over the arrogant and anger-inducing statement.

“No boundaries. Which means there are no boundaries I can’t cross with you?” I asked.

He smiled. “You think I have any when it comes to you?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He stopped when he was no more than several inches away from me, his body heat emanating from him and caressing my skin. I shivered.

“You’re cold,” he stated. Not really. But I couldn’t tell him the real reason for my response, so I said nothing. I was still trying not to get caught up in the magnetism that was him. He always had this way about him that commanded all the energy in the room.

He took advantage of my momentary daze and pulled the towel away from my body.

I gasped, trying to back away, but he had the shirt pulled up and over me before I could say anything. My hair fell over my face from the move, and Maverick was there, gently pushing it out of the way until I could see him more clearly. I took in his face as he reached through one armhole for my hand, pulling it out, and then the other one. I couldn’tstoplooking at him, wondering why he seemed so different yet… not, all of a sudden.

He paused slightly when he felt my eyes on his face before he continued, “Where’s your hairbrush, little monster?”

“What, you didn’t see it while you were snooping around in my room earlier?”

He didn’t say anything to that, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. I knew I had guessed right. I also knew he wasn’t going to apologize for it. Not when he probably thought it was his right to be all over my personal space. I let out a small sigh.

“On the bathroom counter.”

He nodded and walked away without another word.

It didn’t take him long to come back to me, but it was long enough for me to take in the reality of my situation and realize I wasn’t freaking out the way I should be.

He threw my brush on the bed when he came back and pulled me into his arms.

I let out a small squeal, my arms automatically going around his back when I felt my feet lifted off the ground. His arm banded around my waist, pulling me in closer to him while the other pushed beneath my ass as he moved us to the bed. He carefully placed me down on the mattress as if I was this fragile, brokenthingthat he needed to be careful with. I didn’t even have time to adjust my position before he was on the bed as well, sitting up behind me, his legs spread out on either side of me.

I was robbed of my words when he pressed the palm of his hand flat on my stomach and pulled me back into him.

The shirt might have covered me well, but the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath never left my mind. I didn’t know what I thought he would do, but brushing my hair wasn’t it. I didn’t understand why I was surprised. He was the one who brought the brush over.

I kept my back straight while he ran it gently over the tangled strands, unable to relax.

I flinched slightly when he got to a big knot, and he leaned over and pressed a small kiss on the top of my head.

“I’m sorry, little monster.”

My breath hitched. I didn’t know what he was saying sorry to. For hurting me? For kidnapping me and holding me captive in his house with his brothers? For the placebo birth control? Or for hurting me while brushing my hair?

I let out a sigh and relaxed marginally. “It’s okay.”

He pressed another kiss on my head and went back to untangling my hair. He didn’t hurt me again.

I let out a small yawn when he was about done.

“Is my baby tired?” he asked. I shrugged.

I knew he was smiling without looking at him, which was confirmed when he pressed another kiss on my cheek, and I felt his smile on my skin.

He pulled back and helped me lie down on the bed, tucking me in. I frowned when he climbed off the bed. Was he just going to leave me?

He must have read the question on my face because he shook his head slightly. “I’m just going to get ready for bed. I’ll be right back.”

He left the room before I could really say anything. I tried not to let his absence affect me—I was the one who left, after all—but I found my gaze moving to the big clock hanging on the wall above the TV, counting down the minute when he would be back. Ten minutes or so later, the door to my motel room opened back up, and I jumped slightly. Maverick filled the doorway, his inquisitive eyes taking me in, never missing anything. He said nothing when he came in all the way, closing and locking the door behind him. I let out a small exhale and watched silently as he placed a small bag on top of the dresser.

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