Page 96 of Savage Reign

“Good morning,” I muttered.

She cleared her throat. “Morning.” She looked down at herself. “I’m naked. I didn’t go to bed naked.”

I chuckled softly, letting my eyes roam over any skin I could reach.

She looked like she was about to say something about that before she changed her mind. Instead, she said, “I didn’t hear you come in last night.”

“It was late.”

Her eyes moved down to my bare chest on display, and I felt a stirring of arousal hitting me. It didn’t fucking help that I was sporting morning wood, and her pretty little nipples were peeking out from the sheets.

She cupped my cheek, pressing one delicate finger under my eyes. “You’re always so strong. I sometimes forget that you’re human and can get tired. Did you not sleep?”

“Here and there,” I answered mildly.

She pressed her hand down on my chest, right over my heart. That stirring turned into something bigger.

“You keep touching me, little monster, and I will forget all about my self-control and take you.”

“And that’s such a bad thing?” she asked.

“You’re sore.”

Her blush told me it was true. We were all giving her time to rest. It was one of the reasons Killian and Silas didn’t come home last night, choosing to work at one of our warehouses to ensure things would go smoothly for the next drop-off with Gregory Perez. I should have stayed away as well.

“Not too sore,” she said, moving in closer to me. I stopped her with one hand on her shoulder. She scowled at me, and I resisted the urge to smile.

How brave my little monster had gotten.

So brave, she forgot she wasn’t in charge. I moved the hand on her shoulder down and cupped her breast. Her breath caught, her pupils dilating as she took me in.

Hell.

Those eyes of hers would be the very death of me.

I played with her teasingly, never letting my touch linger on her hardening nipple, even if that was what I wanted. “How does this feel?” I asked. “Good?”

She nodded. “So good, Maverick.”

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

Her breathing grew labored, telling me she liked that more than she wanted to admit. Shyly, she nodded, looking briefly away from me.

“Tell me,” I gritted out, pulling her nipple and twisting it roughly.

A pained sound escaped. I could feel myself getting harder from her reaction.

“I’m your good girl,” she said.

Letting go of her nipple, I reached up and fisted her hair, pulling on it roughly. “Yes, you fucking are,” I growled, taking her lips in a brutal kiss.

She hummed against me and pressed herself closer to me, bringing her arms up to wrap around my neck. I kissed her harder, knowing this closeness with her would never be enough, but it was a fucking start.

“Fuck, little monster. You drive me fucking crazy,” I said, pulling away.

She met my eyes with her own, a teasing smile playing around her lips. “Good. I’m glad.”

Pushing the blanket back, I braced myself on my arm and took her in, and staying on her small, pretty cunt. My cunt. Her legs shifted restlessly on the bed, her nipples puckered from her arousal, and her skin flushed.

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