22. Maverick
22
MAVERICK
It was past one o’clock in the morning.
I should be asleep. It had been a long day, consisting of coordinating with the new head of the Cadorna Famiglia, keeping in contact with Finley to make sure our bastard uncle hadn’t made any moves with Sebastian Cline, to dealing with the new shipment going on, and a bunch of other shit that occupied my day and kept me away from her.
I was fucking exhausted, but it was a wired kind of exhaustion that did nothing to make me crave sleep.
Instead, I craved her.
I craved the way her presence always worked to calm all the raging thoughts bouncing around in my head.
I stood at the foot of her bed.
My little monster was sound asleep, worry-free from all the other monsters in the world who wanted a piece of her. I won’t let them have it—let them have her. Not even a little piece.
I rubbed my chest.
The only way to ensure she stayed safe and whole was to eliminate all the threats to her. And that meant dealing with Sebastian Cline and the remaining Heartless Saints MC as soon as possible. It would have been easier had those cockroaches not gone underground. There hadn’t been a sighting of any members in weeks, but I knew they hadn’t given up.
A small whimper escaped her lips then, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. I took in the slight frown that pinched between her brows.
So not as worry-free as I’d hoped. I doubted the effects of twenty-four years of living with Daniel Hayes as a father would just go away.
I pulled on my tie, tugging it off before quickly removing all of my clothes until I was naked. I grabbed my hard cock—a fucking side effect of being near her—and gave myself a few hard strokes. Pre-cum made its way out of my tip, but unless I was willing to disturb her sleep to get in a quick fuck, I was just going to be in a perpetual state of hardness until morning. Another whimper escaped her lips, and I was quickly reminded why it wasn’t a good idea. She came first. She would always come first.
I tugged the blanket down and made quick work of removing all her clothes. Just because I was going to let her sleep didn’t mean I wanted something between us. I might just make it a rule that she slept naked from now on.
My hand moved down, and I slowly played with her pussy. She murmured something in her sleep, her hips shifting and her legs falling apart, giving me better access to her. I pushed one finger inside, playing with her and torturing myself a bit.
Finally, I pulled out of her and brought that finger up to my mouth, sucking on her slickness.
Fucking delicious.
I climbed into the bed from the side closest to the door, pulling her in close with my arms. She quieted as soon as we touched before unconsciously turning and burying her face in my chest. My heart squeezed from the move.
I held her close to me.
“Just sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here to keep the nightmares away.”
I didn’t sleep much.
Just on and off throughout the night, but Mila slept all the way through. I was wide awake when I felt her stirring in the early hours of the morning.
I kept my gaze trained on her as her eyes slowly opened, the irises soft from sleep. She noticed me right away, a soft smile teasing her lips and drawing my attention to it.
“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.
She was beautiful.
And all mine.
I reached down and traced one finger around the hardened nipple, watching as her eyes darkened.
“Maverick,” she muttered softly.
“For being my good girl, I am going to make you feel good.”
She let out a soft exhale. “Okay.”
I laughed, leaning down and kissing her once more.
She tasted sweet and addictive. And all mine.
All fucking mine.
My lips moved down from her lips to her chin, then to her neck, sucking on the skin there hard enough that I was sure it would leave a hickey.
She went soft beneath me as I went further south, taking her nipple into my mouth as my hand cupped her. I played with her slicked lips, and her hips lifted slightly, making it easier for me. My other hand moved to the next nipple, giving it the same treatment.
A slight, pleasurable sound escaped her lips when I rolled the hardened nub between my teeth, my fingers finding her clit.
I pulled back and looked up to meet her eyes. They were dazed and dark, standing out against that porcelain skin and long blonde hair of hers. I smiled a little.
She reached down and played with my hair. “What?”
“I was just thinking about Silas’ nickname for you.”
“And you find that funny?”
I shook my head. “No, I just thought how sacrilegious it feels for the devil to corrupt the angel. My churchgoing father wouldn’t have approved.”
“Your father was religious?”
She sounded shocked. I didn’t blame her. If heaven and hell existed, my bastard father would be spending an eternity in hell as we speak. And more likely than not, my brothers and I would join him at the end of our lives.
“As religious as a made man could be, I suppose.”
She shook her head. “Let’s not talk about your father while you’re touching me.”
A laugh escaped my lips. “You’re right. In this bed, it’s just you and me. Let’s not let anyone ruin it for us.”
I kissed further down her body, stopping when I reached her soft stomach.
I leaned down and kissed it, and she tensed. I looked up at her questioningly. “Okay, baby?”
She didn’t answer me right away. Then she let out a small sigh and relaxed on the bed once more. “Yes. Keep going.”
I pressed another kiss on her stomach as she ran her fingers through my hair. Dipping my tongue in her navel, I looked up and met her eyes. They were soft.
“I love you,” I said. The words were getting easier to say with each day that passed. I fucking loved her, and I didn’t want her to go even a day without hearing it from me.
“I love you,” she said back, with no hesitation. Those words and the way she looked as she said them… I would start a war for those words. And that seemed to be more true now than ever. I was going to start a war with Sebastian Cline. I wouldn’t fucking rest until he was gone, and she was safe.
She cupped my cheek. “Where did you go?”
I shook my head and leaned toward her hand, kissing the inside of her palm. “Nowhere. I’m right here with you.”
I pushed further down her body, settling in between her legs, my face no more than a couple of inches away from her pussy. She was glistening wet, her scent teasing my nostrils in the best way possible. My mouth watered.
Her legs moved restlessly against me. “Maverick,” she whined. “Don’t tease m?—”
Her words were cut off when I buried my face in between her legs and ate her out as if she was the last fucking meal on earth.
She squealed when I lapped my tongue over her swollen clit, her back bowing as she tugged on my hair harder. The pain from that only worked me into a bigger frenzy, and I doubled my efforts, licking up her slit with the flat of my tongue.
“Maverick!”
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
A whimper escaped her lips, but she didn’t answer me. I pulled back and slapped her pussy. Another whimper came out. “Answer me, little monster.”
She nodded. “Yes, Maverick. It feels so good.”
“Good.” I went back to eating her out, moving down until I got to her opening and dipping my tongue inside teasingly before moving back up to play with her clit, sucking and biting on the bundle of nerves before easing the sting away with gentle swipes of my tongue.
Her cries of pleasure were like a symphony to my ears. I fucking loved it. Loved the way she writhed on the bed as if she couldn’t get enough, yet not knowing what to do with the sensation herself.
I grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs further apart, making more room for me. They shook from the grip I had on them, and I lashed my tongue over her clit until I felt her tremble, the first sign of her reaching ecstasy.
With my name on her tongue, she came in an explosive boom.
And I was fucking hard as fuck.
I pulled away from her and pushed up until I was sitting between her legs. Fisting my dick, I gave myself a few hard strokes and, without warning, plunged myself deep inside her.
I groaned at the feel of her wet heat surrounding me, giving myself only a brief moment in time to enjoy this before I was fucking her, fast and hard.
She threw her head to the side, taking me in like my perfect little whore, her pussy gripping me each time as I pounded back inside of her.
She let out a small cry, her skin flushed. I pressed my thumb down on her clit as I continued to fuck her, watching as her tits bounced with every hard thrust and loving the fucking image. It was taking everything in me not to come inside her then and there. I grabbed her knees and pushed them back until she was opened further for me, fucking her harder.
She blindly reached up, and I let go of her knees to get closer to her. Her tiny hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“Look at me,” I said roughly, pulling back until just the tip remained. Her eyes closed briefly when I pushed back all the way in until she remembered my words. She kept her eyes open and looked at me. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to look at me as you take possession of my fucking soul. It’s yours. I don’t fucking want it back.”
Tears entered her eyes, and she nodded.
It wasn’t a fair trade, and I knew it.
My tainted soul for her purity. For her innocent love. Fuck, I knew that, but it was hers all the same, while this love of hers, this heart, it was fucking mine.
Tremors wracked her body, and I knew she was close.
“Come with me,” I said.
She nodded.
The bed rocked with the force of my thrusts. I reached down and played with her clit. She threw her head back and broke apart beneath me. I chased after my own climax, drowning in her.
I lay on top of her, bracing my weight on my elbows so as not to crush her as we rode out the height of our pleasure.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but I knew I couldn’t stay for long. No matter how much I wanted to.
I felt her reach around me and run her hand over my back, as if she could sense my reluctance to move away from her and was comforting me somehow.
I buried my face in her neck and kissed the tender skin there before moving up and taking her lips with mine.
She kissed me back with the same ferocity I showed her.
When I pulled back, the look in her eyes already told me she knew what I was going to say. “You have to go.”
I nodded.
She frowned, her hand moving up and gently tracing under my eye. “I wish you would have gotten more sleep.”
I shrugged. It didn’t matter. I was used to it.
Letting out a small sigh, she said, “Go and rule the world. Then come back to me, no matter what.”
I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. “No matter what.”
I pulled away from her and quickly got ready for the day. She stayed in bed, pulling the sheets up her body and watching me as I rummaged through her closet for some of the clothes I had put in there.
Her eyes tracked my every move as I pulled on the black suit and then the black tie.
I winked at her once I was done, gave her another kiss, and walked out of the room without looking back, knowing once I did, I might just fuck all the responsibilities I had and crawl back into bed with her.
I could feel all the softness I had with her falling away the further I walked away from her until all that was left was the man my father raised me to be and the monster her father had created.
It was time to ensure Mila would always stay safe.
Starting with Sebastian Cline.
We were going to war with the remaining members of the Heartless Saints MC.
Every member would be killed on sight. And I wouldn’t rest until there were none left.
That was a promise.