Page 67 of Savage Hearts

“If I were going to fuck you, little bird, I wouldn’t have to force myself on you. I’d make you beg for it. And you would.”

I go from horror to fury in two seconds flat. “You’re insane!”

“We’ve already established that you’re the crazy one. I’m the monster, remember?”

He drops me onto the bed. I gasp and clutch the towel closer to my chest, then scramble sideways, trying not to flash my vadge at him in the process.

Malek sits on the edge of the bed and drags me back to him.

He leans over me and plants his hands on either side of my head, pinning me in place.

Wide-eyed and hyperventilating, I shrink into the mattress.

We stay like that for a while, until I realize he’s waiting for me to calm down. I take a few deep breaths, watching him warily, wondering what he’ll do next.

“Better?” he says.

“No.”

“Yes, you are. You want me to tell you to kiss me again.”

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to callmecrazy.”

Ignoring that, he says, “You also want me to tell you to spread your legs.”

My face goes hot. “You’re disgusting.”

“So I can put my face between your thighs and relieve that ache with my tongue.”

A vivid picture of him doing just that appears in my mind, affecting my entire nervous system. My heartbeat goes haywire. My mouth goes dry. I suck in a sharp breath, trembling.

He sees the effect his words have on me and leans close to my ear. His tone is low and gravelly.

“Say please, and I will.”

I can’t speak. I can only shake my head and pray that he gets bored of this game. Gets bored and disappears, this time forever.

He presses the softest of kisses to my throat, then whispers, “Say please. Let me taste you.”

Giving me a little preview of his skill, he takes my earlobe between his warm soft lips, and sucks on it.

Blistering heat flashes over my body. A faint moan slips from my mouth. My nipples harden, and my brain starts screamingPlease!repetitively. I bite my lip so it doesn’t come out.

Then Kieran bursts through the bedroom door and everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

TWENTY

MAL

As always in a gunfight, things happen fast.

The bodyguard makes his first tactical mistake by not hitting the lights. If he did, it would’ve temporarily blinded me. But my eyes are adjusted to the dark, and his aren’t.

Also, he’s standing in the middle of the doorway, outlined in light from the hall.

He couldn’t have made himself a better target if he’d tried. I get off the first shot.

He drops to a knee and fires back.