Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Frankie
W ater coils around the drain, washing the blood away. Such a shame. I loved the way it painted his skin seconds ago. He seemed eager to get it off, though, so I didn’t complain when he asked if I wanted to shower together.
I lather my hair with mint-scented shampoo. The tea-tree oils help soothe my scalp, which is often itchy and dry. Maverick’s hands replace my own, and I moan as he massages the tingle into my head.
“That feels amazing,” I whisper.
“Better than the kill?”
I close my eyes and remember what it felt like to watch that piece of shit take his last breath. It would have been more enjoyable if he’d been conscious enough to realize what was happening, but it was still nice.
It can’t compete with Maverick’s body heat behind me, though.
I reach back and grip his soft cock. “No, this is definitely better. I don’t think much else can compare.”
He gently spins me and places my head beneath the shower’s spray.
His hands firm on my waist, holding my lower half against him as I rinse the shampoo from my hair.
I crane my neck and close my eyes so that I don’t end up blind.
One time, I thought I had slathered my pussy stubble with shaving gel, only to realize seconds later that I had used the tea-tree shampoo.
If it burned my meat flaps that badly, I can only imagine what it would do to my eyes.
“I’m glad to hear I’m not second best,” he says before dipping down and nipping my neck. His tongue explores my skin, sending tingles through my limbs. “How about we skip the event this afternoon? Instead of riding jet skis and drowning assholes, we could ride each other.”
“That sounds amazing . . .”
His lips stop working their magic, and he stands upright and looks me in the eye. “But?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I kind of told the girls I’d go. I don’t want to disappoint them.”
His concern fades, replaced by a soft smile. “I wouldn’t want you to disappoint them, either. I’m glad you’ve made friends. They’re really good people, and I know they’ll keep you safe.”
“About that...” I swipe the water from my face and swap places so that he can wash his hair. “I’ll eventually have to tell them that I was a fed, but I don’t know how. Or when. I feel like I’m lying to them, and I don’t want them to feel betrayed once they learn the truth.”
“ Was a fed? Frankie, that’s your livelihood. You’ve dedicated years of your life to your job, and now you want to throw it all away?”
“I thought you were letting this go.” I fold my arms over my chest. “I can’t be a killer and a fed. If I have to choose, I’m picking the thing that makes me happiest. I’ve made friends here. And more.”
He sighs and dumps an ungodly amount of shampoo into his palm. Then I remember how much product he puts in his hair, and I wonder if it’s enough.
“That’s why I’m so worried about you,” he finally says after a lengthy lather and rinse. “We are something more, and that means I care about you. It means I want what’s best for you, and I’m not sure this life is it.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to make that decision?”
“You’re right.”
I open my mouth to argue, but then I realize he just agreed with me. The shock is immediate. “Come again?”
“I said that you are correct. It’s your life, and you have to choose what’s best for you.” He leans down and cuts off the water, then swipes his hand down his face so that he can see. Then he steps forward, fresh hunger in his eyes. “Right now, though, I want to do what’s best for me.”
He takes another step forward, forcing my back against the shower wall. He places one arm beside my head, caging me in. His other hand reaches up to brush the damp strands of hair from my cheek.
“Right now, I just want to sink inside you. I don’t want to think.
I just want to feel.” He leans down and captures my mouth in a kiss that silences my brain.
His hand glides behind my neck, squeezing and pulling me closer.
I don’t think I could get away from him if I wanted to, and that’s a fucking turn on.
I pull back. “Get rough with me.”
“How rough are we talking?” He smirks, and I want to melt. Does he have to be so fucking hot?
I push against his chest and step out of the shower. “No limits. Safe word is pineapple.”
“Wow, you really are fitting in.”
For once in my life, yeah, I am. That’s why I can’t give this up.
I run the towel over my head and body, doing just enough so that I don’t stick to the comforter when we finally make it to the bed. He does the same, and we’re tangled in each other’s arms seconds later. We don’t make it as far as the bed, though.
He picks me up by my waist and sets my ass on the bathroom counter, to the right of the sink. His eyes are glued to the warm place between my legs as he drops to his knees and swipes his tongue through my slit.
“Fuck, you are delicious,” he growls before diving in again.
I run my fingers through his damp hair as I watch him feast. It’s a beautiful sight, really. His eyes are closed, and he looks as if he’s genuinely satisfied with his meal. Gentle groans spill past his lips, where they vibrate against my clit.
He pulls his head away from me and looks into my eyes. Grabbing my ass in an almost painful grip, he snatches me closer to the edge. I tip back and catch myself with my hands just before my head smacks against the large mirror.
Then he dips down and . . . oh my fucking?—
“Maverick!” I try to push his mouth away from my asshole, but he’s too strong. “This is unsanitary! I shit from there!”
“So fucking dirty,” he says before diving back in.
God, and I can’t stop him because it feels so good. It’s like having my pussy eaten, but better because this is so fucking wrong. His tongue teases places I’ve never touched with bare fingers.
He nips my inner thigh to the point of pain, then leans back. “Make sure you pay attention. You get to do me next.”
“Wait, what?”
He smirks and kisses my thigh. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. Now shut up and let me worship you.”
His mouth melds with my ass again, and I let it happen. I can’t deny how good it feels, even though it still grosses me out. At least it was after a shower and I don’t have to worry about any natural but very unflattering aromas.
It’s clearly working, though, because arousal drips from my opening to my asshole.
Maverick groans again as the liquid coats his tastebuds.
His fingers sink into my thighs. But when he rises to stand, his dick is still limp.
I can remedy that by providing pain, but I think I’d rather see if getting him to take control might help matters. I close my thighs.
“I didn’t say I was finished with you.” He steps closer, but I keep my knees together. “Sweetheart, don’t be a bad girl. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
Nibbling my bottom lip, I smirk and turn my head away from him.
“Oh, someone’s being difficult.” He grips my knees and wrenches my legs apart in a show of strength. A whimper squeaks out of me, lighting a fire in his eyes. “Bad girls don’t get their ass eaten. Do I need to remind you who’s boss here?”
With a grin, I nod and close my legs again.
He rushes forward and hoists me over his shoulder. I yelp, genuinely surprised at his raw power as he carries me to the bed and tosses me to the mattress. After bouncing twice, I finally settle.
Maverick is on me immediately. Taking a wrist in each hand, he holds my arms above my head as his pelvis pins me to the bed.
He grinds his cock through my wetness, and I’m pleased to feel the way it’s firming against me.
I wiggle against him in a feigned struggle, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little panicked right now.
Despite knowing I’m only one word away from stopping this, he feels unstoppable.
His mouth dips to my collarbone, but instead of the gentle nips and kisses I’m used to, he clamps down on my skin with his teeth.
I cry out, and my arms instinctively jerk downward in an attempt to stop the pain, but his hold is too strong.
Then his teeth release, and his tongue slides over the area, taking away the pain.
When he leans back, I try to close my knees, but his hand whips between my legs and stops me. He palms my pussy, placing sweet pressure against my clit. “Do you need to be spanked, sweetheart? Is that the only way to get what I want?”
Recalling the sweet heat of the belt, I nod. “Yes, I definitely need to be taught a lesson. I am bad.”
“So bad.” He smirks and releases my arms so that he can get the belt. “When I get back to that bed, I expect you to be standing with your hands on the mattress.”
I scramble off the bed and get into position. Seconds later, his heat closes in on my backside. The belt cracks over my skin without warning, and I clutch the comforter as I bite back a scream.
“That was for closing your legs,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly. The leather sings over my skin a second time.
I grit my teeth and wait for the pain to pass before I say, “And what was that one for?”
“That was for making me fall so hard for you.”
The belt loops around my neck, and he pulls back on the strap as he enters me. My head snatches back, forcing me to look at the ceiling as pleasure crawls up my spine. His cock forces its way inside me. My pussy wasn’t quite ready for the intrusion, but something about the resistance turns me on.
A sharp pain bolts through my lower half with each thrust. Each aching jab also tightens the pressure on my neck, pinching my skin.
My nipples brush against the comforter with every pass of his hips.
His free hand grips my right hip, his fingertips digging into my skin.
I feel so much at once, yet I can’t focus on anything.
It frees my mind in a way I’ve never experienced before Maverick.
I drive my hand between my legs, and Maverick releases my hip to snatch my wrist behind my back.
“You . . . didn’t ask . . . for . . . permission,” he grunts between thrusts.
“Please let me come.” My god, I sound so pathetic.
He drops my wrist and tightens his hold on the belt, yanking my head until I’m practically looking at him. “Get on your knees, sweetheart. I’ll tell you when I want you to come.”
He pulls the belt away from my skin, and I scramble to the floor like a dog. If he tells me to roll over so he can scratch my belly, I just might listen.
“Place your hands on your knees, then look up at me and open your mouth. No matter what happens, your hands are not to leave your knees. Do you understand?”
My hands go to my knees, and I nod as I part my lips.
“Tongue out, sweetheart. And don’t take your eyes off my face.”
I stick out my tongue, making more room in my mouth for his massive dick, which he slides to the back of my throat. My eyes slam shut as a gag wracks my body, and my hands fly to his thighs.
He gives my cheek a gentle slap. “Eyes open and hands on knees.”
My eyes flutter open, and my palms clamp on my knees. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I fight the urge to gag again.
“Oh, good girl,” he coos as he grips the back of my head and picks up the pace. “Take me, just like that, all the way down your tight throat.”
Breathing through my nose, I try to guard my teeth as he skull fucks the living shit out of me. He tips back his head and moans, his fingers digging into my scalp. After a few more rough thrusts, he pulls out of my mouth, raises his cock out of the way, and pushes my mouth to his nuts.
“Suck,” he commands.
I open my mouth and gingerly take the smooth skin past my lips. My tongue swirls over his left nut as I provide some suction, and he rewards me with a low groan. The hand gripping his cock begins to move up and down his shaft.
“Fuck, I can’t last,” he says through gritted teeth. He pulls my head away and motions for me to stand. “I need to fill you now. Get against the wall.”
I look around for a wall with enough space, but there are paintings and pictures everywhere I turn. Then my eyes land on the balcony door. I head that direction, but that gives Maverick another idea.
“On second thought, go onto the balcony.” A devilish gleam lights his eyes. “I want everyone to see you.”