20. Maverick
20
MAVERICK
My eyes sprang open when I felt Mila shift in my arms, my heart pounding inside my chest. The thud, thud, thud of the beat sounded loudly in my ears as I took in my surroundings.
I’d fallen asleep.
Fuck me, but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a decent night’s sleep.
It was still early, and I doubted I got in more than a handful of hours, but it was something.
My arms tightened around the sleeping girl in my arms, her face relaxed, her blonde hair a mess over the pillow and over me.
I took in a deep breath. Her sweet floral scent teased my senses and calmed my heart. She always managed to make me feel calm and erratic in the same beat.
How could she have the power to evoke such emotions in me?
Maybe I’d fallen…
I shook away the terrible thought. I hadn’t fucking fallen for Mila Hayes because it would be her greatest misfortune if that were the case. My arms tightened around her at the thought.
She’d already had the misfortune of attracting the attention of three monsters. It didn’t matter if I had fallen or not. The only way for her to get out of this life was if my brothers and I stopped breathing.
I traced my fingers gently up and down the side of her face. Her lips twisted a bit, drawing my attention to them. There was no fucking way for me to let her go. I’d realized it soon enough, but something about this morning seemed to have cemented the fact. Or perhaps it was because she came to me last night when she had a nightmare.
I was worse than any nightmare she might have, but she still came to me.
I leaned down and kissed her lips softly. When I pulled back, her eyes were still closed, but there was a softness to her face that I swore hadn’t been there before.
Fuck me. Unable to resist, I kissed her once more, letting my tongue run over the seam of her lips, taking in the taste of her. She whimpered in her sleep, her hips moving slightly. I pulled down the blanket covering her body from my gaze. She wore a huge T-shirt that dwarfed her, and sleep shorts with no panties.
I fucking loved that Silas took away all her panties. It made things easier. I gently slid the shorts down her long, lean legs, pushing the shirt up to her stomach. A few strands of pubic hair had already grown out. Soon enough, she would need to see Sarah again.
If I had it my way, I would always keep her bare for me. I fucking loved the sight of her little cunt, free of hair. My fingers ran gently across the outer lips of her pussy, taking in the soft skin there. My cock hardened and it required all my control not to fuck her right then and there.
I swirled my fingers over her swollen clit, and the musky scent of her arousal began to tease my nose. Fuck. I looked back at her face.
Her brows scrunched slightly, but she still hadn’t woken. What a deep sleeper my little monster had turned out to be. I fucking loved it.
I pushed her legs apart, spreading her so I could take in her pussy fully. I paused when I noticed bluish-green marks on her fair skin. Bruises. Some of them looked like hickeys, and others were bruises that appeared to be bite marks. My eyebrows jumped in surprise. I wondered which brother did this to her. Judging by the colors, I’d say it was still pretty fresh.
Killian was usually a little rougher on the women we were with than Silas was. Lord knows he fucking loved seeing his marks and bruises on their bodies. Did he do this?
I let my hand run over one of the bigger bruises near the skin where her thigh met her pussy. My cock twitched. Hell. Did my little monster love a bit of pain with her pleasure?
She was fucking perfect for us. I ran the back of my pointer finger over her folds, separating them.
Her pussy glistened slightly from her arousal, and I knew I wouldn’t be met with any resistance if I shoved my fingers inside and fuck her with them.
She wasn’t a virgin anymore. Fucking Silas had gotten to her first. The fucker had been walking around with his chest puffed out, fucking proud. Hell, I couldn’t fault the bastard for that. I would have been fucking proud in his position, too.
I pressed down harder on her clit. I knew one of us would have to take her virginity when we decided to share. Killian wouldn’t have been able to go slow the way she needed him to. And me… I had always prided myself on having a tight rein on my control, but when it came to her, I didn’t fucking know if I could do it.
Hell, I didn’t have to be gentle with her now. The thought spurred me on, and I quickened the pace of my fingers on her.
Her hips gyrated slowly, and another whimper escaped her lips.
My fingers skimmed down to her slit. I held in a groan. She was already fucking drenched for me. My perfect little whore.
I pushed her shirt up further with my other hand, revealing mouth-watering nipples. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth. Her breathing grew labored. It wouldn’t take much more for me to wake her, but fuck me, I wanted this orgasm from her while she was sleeping. I wanted to own this one and so many more after. My fingers found her entrance and I slowly pushed two inside. I gritted my teeth when her wet heat surrounded me. I slowly fucked her, my teeth working on the pebbled nub of her nipple.
Fuck me, but she was sweet, and I couldn’t fucking get enough. A flush rose on her porcelain skin, down to her chest. I pulled away from her nipple and ran the flat of my tongue over her skin as I kept up with the thrust of my fingers.
I moved my tongue up to her neck and left my own hickey on her skin.
She moaned. She was close. I increased the pace of my fingers, letting my thumb find her clit and press down on it. A hoarse cry escaped her lips when she came, and she woke up. Her eyes opened, and the softness I had expected to see from her sleep was very apparent. Then surprise dawned, and finally, lust won out when she felt my fingers curve inside her, making her eyes glow with the kind of light a man like me could get lost in.
It was always like this with her. Every single fucking time I looked into her eyes. She captivated me with her gaze, making me feel out of control and trapped, disoriented and lost. Fucking addictive. She made those feelings fucking addictive.
I leaned down and kissed her before she could say anything. She tensed beneath me at first, but when I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, I could feel her yielding to me.
She whimpered against my lips, wiggling against me when I fucked her harder, pressing my fingers to her front from the inside.
“Maverick,” she mumbled against my lips. “What are you doing?”
If she had to ask, then I wasn’t doing it right. “Claiming you,” I answered and pulled away.
A cry broke free from her lips in protest, which quickly quieted when she noticed me pulling off my boxer briefs. Her eyes darkened as I stroked up and down my length.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’ll fucking come before I get inside you.”
Her breath caught at my words, and I studied her. I reached out and played with her nipple with my fingers. She didn’t say anything. Her breathing got harder, and she didn’t try to back away from me.
“Tell me if you don’t want this now.”
I tightened my grip. It was an asshole move. Touching her like this while asking for consent. But she was mine, and there was a monstrous part of me—a huge part—that wanted, needed , to claim her completely.
I fondled her, massaging the supple flesh in my hand and gripping her skin a little harder than I intended.
“Do you want this?”
She nodded.
I tightened my grip and her face pinched a little from the pain.
“Words, little monster. I need your words.”
“Yes, Maverick,” she responded thickly.
Fuck me.
“Beg me for it, my sweet girl.”
She frowned, but a part of me didn’t think she would. I was pushing her.
But then she opened her mouth and said, “Please, Maverick. Please fuck me.”
My cock twitched and I had to restrain the roar of satisfaction that wanted to break free.
Instead, I slapped the side of her tit.
“Is this mine?”
She nodded. “Yours.”
I slapped the other tit. “This?”
Again, she nodded. “Yours.”
I pressed my hand down her chest, and she squirmed slightly. I smiled a little, taking in her naked body on the bed. I helped her sit up, and for the first time since we’d taken her, my little monster didn’t fight me.
I hauled her up to kneeling on the bed beside me and removed her shirt. She shivered, her skin pebbling with goosebumps. I cupped her cunt, playing with it. She bit her lip and tried to push down on my hand.
“This?” I asked.
“Yours,” she gasped as my fingers shifted through her wet folds. I slapped her pussy.
She closed her eyes and groaned, her knees nearly buckling. Naughty girl.
“Keep this position for me,” I said, slapping her greedy little cunt three more times. She cried out, shaking her head, but she didn’t move from her position on the bed.
“You came to me last night,” I said, my hand going back to cupping her but not moving it. Her eyes opened to small slits, watching me.
She came to me. Fuck me. I hadn’t had to protect anyone save for my brothers since… well, I didn’t think I had ever needed to protect anyone save for them. And now her.
I needed to protect her. Fucking Sebastian Cline was still out there, trying to take her away from me.
My brothers were grown men. They didn’t need me to protect them. Not the way Mila did.
Fuck me, but looking at her sent a wave of possessiveness and protectiveness shuddering through me.
She came to me to protect her from her nightmares, but I realized now I would fucking protect her from anything and everyone.
I’d fucking fallen.
“Maverick?”
Her voice brought me out of my thoughts.
I wanted to hurt her.
I wanted to protect her and hurt her for making me feel this way.
What the fuck was this girl doing to me?
I pulled her down until she was lying flat on the bed once more. Her expression was a mixture of wariness and lust. I didn’t answer her. I spread her legs and blanketed her body with mine. I grabbed my dick and directed it toward her entrance, slamming all the way into her.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and I didn’t give her the chance to adjust. I grabbed her hips and fucked her. She squealed, her hands moving over to my chest to push me away, but I didn’t let up. I pulled out just far enough that only my tip remained inside her before pushing back harder and deeper inside.
Her teeth ground together. “Fuck, Maverick.”
“Look at me, little monster,” I said, my voice set in a growl. I waited until she looked at me, and I fucked her harder, sinking all the way to the hilt, feeling all of her surrounding me in the best way possible. I moved my hand down, my fingers lashing against her clit torturously.
“Eyes remain on me,” I commanded. She did as I asked, the blue-green irises darkening with every hard slap of my skin against her. “Good girl.”
I might have been the one who’d fucking fallen, but I vowed that soon I would see love in her eyes for me when I fucked her.
“Please, Maverick,” she begged, her lips latching on my shoulders, her teeth biting into the skin. The pain only made me fuck her harder, my fingers merciless on her abused clit.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, not leaving much room to move as I fucked her, but ensuring we’d feel everything more intensely. Sure enough, she convulsed beneath me.
I pulled out of her before she could come. She slammed her fists on my chest in frustration. I retaliated by flipping her around and raining my palms down on her ass cheek, reddening the skin. Her legs jerked and she cried, trying to get away from me. I spanked her a few more times, enjoying the sight of her pale ass turning red. I pulled her up from behind, clutching her tit with one hand and molding my body against her. I shifted her up enough and grabbed my dick, positioning up so she could sink down on me. This position made her feel even tighter. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged on it until she turned her head around to look at me.
“Feel me?” I asked.
She nodded, her skin flushed.
“Fuck.”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, fucking her like this. She was only able to hold the position for a few thrusts until the sensation became too much, and she bent forward on the mattress.
I fucked her harder. She reached back for me, her nails scraping down the skin on my thigh, leaving red marks.
Not the first person to leave a wound on me, but this would be the first time I wore my marks with pride.
I reached around and clamped down on her nipple, hurting her.
She sobbed my name when she came. Feeling her quiver around me pushed me over the edge and I came with her. I held her tightly against me as I fell over her body, holding her down as the sweat of our bodies mixed.
Fucking hell.