Chapter 8
Alexia
What are you doing?
The question continued to ravage my mind or at least it had until this moment.
Just seeing the look in Maverick’s eyes, the long pull of his hooded eyelids as he raked my body with his heated gaze was enough to shatter all my inhibitions.
As well as knocking aside the trepidation that I’d crossed a line.
Maybe when I was alone, the passion lingering in the continued ache of my bruised nipples and aching pussy from his rough touches, I’d debate my rationality for letting go.
But not now.
The rush of excitement I’d felt when meeting him for the first time had returned. This was a little like being allowed a taste of my favorite candy, decadent and succulent, but was likely to only occur once.
Which meant I planned on taking full advantage of the sinful moment.
Our breathing remained labored, the thrill of the forbidden adding to the excitement. After he settled on the bed sitting opposite of me in the center, I straddled his legs, scooting closer.
There was much to be said, but nothing that couldn’t wait. I’d barely had time to bask in his muscular body before he’d indulged in the feast he’d promised. Now I planned on taking time exploring every muscle, every scar mottling his skin.
He allowed me the moment, remaining still as I rolled the tips of my index and middle fingers down his forehead to the bridge of his nose, slowly tickling the two-day scruff on his carved jaw.
His silence was yet another fascinating moment. There were far too many emotions drifting between us, but ignoring the reason I was here seemed the only decent thing to do.
After all, I had a gorgeous naked man sitting inches away. I continued my exploration, trailing my fingers from one shoulder blade to the other before pulling them from his sternum to his six-pack abs.
“Wow,” I whispered before I realized what I’d done.
With his fingers wrapped around mine, he pulled the tips to his lips, pressing kisses back and forth. “Nothing that you expected?”
“Don’t fool yourself. You are… gorgeous.” Why not admit it? What did I have to lose? This was nothing but a beautiful blip in time, fulfilling this girl’s fantasy. A little secret I’d take to my grave.
“I’ve never had a woman call me gorgeous.”
“Did you ever think that perhaps you’ve only tasted the wrong women?”
Every time he laughed, my skin tickled both in delight and anticipation. While I should have realized he was a dominating man from his prose, he was even more so than I’d predicted. Adding to the excitement.
“More than once.”
There was something off about his admittance or perhaps he was merely teasing me as I’d done with him. A scar caught my eye and I abandoned the thought, concentrating on the indentation left by a bullet. It was clear to see, an ugly reminder that he’d lived a very dangerous life.
Once before when he’d been my hero.
As I circled the wound with my finger, I expected him to tense, but his breathing slowed instead. Yet he was watching me.
“A bank robber who tried to get away.” His voice was low and husky, a soft caress of a lover’s heated breath.
“But you caught him?”
“Of course.”
“Did you kill him?”
He chuckled. “Not that burglar. But he’s doing twenty-five years for armed robbery.”
A slight chill coursed through me as I shifted my attention to one down further on his chest. “And this one?”
When he didn’t answer right away, I lifted my head so I could study his eyes. “A school shooter. He killed three children before I put a bullet in his brain.”
Pulling my hand away, I curled my fingers. “You’ve been through hell. Haven’t you?”
“I consider myself a lucky man.” He wrapped his fingers around mine, repeating what he’d done before, only this time rolling his lips across my knuckles.
Every touch caused shivers. My God. The lust in his eyes was more intense than before, the electricity sparking from his massive frame creating a wave of shivers. I clenched my other hand, pressing my fist into his chest while I remained unable to ignore the dark, insidious craving for him.
“How many times has your life been in danger?”
His eyes were hooded, his chest rising and falling. His thick cock was pressed against my stomach, which kept me on a spectacular high where want and need collided.
“Enough.”
“How many men have you killed?”
“Is that what you really want to know, Alexia, or are you asking if I’m willing to hunt and kill the man responsible for hurting you?” He released his hold, gently wrapping his hand around my throat. The action was possessive, very much like the heroes he depicted in his books.
Fantasy was colliding with reality, but the dangerous side to every fictional hero was exactly the same as the man about to fuck me.
A warm flush swept across my cheeks. “Maybe I am.”
“Then the answer is easy. Without a second of hesitation.”
He kissed me hungrily, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth.
Every promise I’d made to myself about shutting him down failed and I kissed him back with the same intensity.
As I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, arching my back, he removed his hand from my throat, fisting my hair at the scalp instead.
There was nothing like the power of his hold or the feel of his cock grinding into my stomach.
Every sensation dazzling, my mind was as corrupted as my body, my needs shattering every angry thought.
As he sucked on my tongue, I crawled my fingers down his sides, kneading his thighs.
A growl erupted past the kiss, the sound thrilling.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, enjoying the weight of his cock in my hand.
As I pumped the base, I twisted my hand, creating friction between my fingers.
All the moments of nothing but hollow fantasies faded, replaced with the same desperate need he was exhibiting.
As soon as he broke the intimate moment, dragging his tongue around my lips, I cried out as vibrations skittered down the back of my legs.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, rolling his lips under my jaw to my earlobe.
When he bit down, I raked my nails across his skin, sensing his desire only increasing.
We were combustible, incapable of thinking clearly, but the delicious fire burning in my core refused to be denied.
While he was a damn good author, I sensed he craved the rush of adrenaline only provided when chasing the bad guy. Did that make him even more exciting?
Well, hell, yes. Why deny the obvious?
With his hand still wrapped around my throat, he lowered me to the bed, holding his massive body over me.
The invitation was too delicious to resist. I flexed my fingers open, rubbing my palm down his chest. He took several deep breaths, his nostrils flaring as he did.
His expression turned carnal, his jaw clenched, and his eyes bored into mine. At this point, he was nothing but a predator and he’d found his prey.
Or perhaps I’d purposely run to him. For protection.
Just like I’d thought about dozens of times before after nightmares had stolen my sleep, false images had strangled my life.
Being with him was exactly what I needed, yet nothing that could last.
I was so wet, my body yearning for him, that I reached out, still shaking even as I rolled my fingers over his shoulder.
In response, he opened my thighs then thrust his cock past my swollen folds in one savage, rough plunge.
Moaning, I writhed underneath him, my pussy muscles trying desperately to accept his huge girth.
Almost instantly his shaft started to swell, filling me completely.
As he cupped both sides of my face, I wrapped one leg around him, continuing to dig my fingers into his skin.
His hard stare remained as he fucked me, watching my ever-changing expressions as the quick moment of pain morphed into a beautiful rhythm.
His silence only aroused me even more, his eyes offering more expression than his words had managed to do.
Even with his books, the draw I’d felt to the characters and to the hero depicted in almost every scene was nothing in comparison to the man hovering over me.
“So fucking beautiful.” His muttered words were soft, another sweet caress while his actions were anything but gentle.
Even more breathless, I clung to him, squeezing my knees against his heated body. A sudden twinkle in his eye caught my attention. He wasn’t finished tormenting me.
I bucked against him, jerking up from the bed with every brutal thrust. When he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, I threw my head back, gasping several times as stars floated in front of my eyes.
Everything about this moment was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so delicious yet filthy.
My stomach remained tight as he cupped and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
It was as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness.
The pain was incredible, pushing me into a near frenzy as I rode him long and hard, no longer able to keep my eyes open.
Only seconds later, I was shoved directly into a fiery orgasm, panting as the combination of agony and pleasure electrified every inch of skin. I threw my head back, my scream ragged.
“Yes. Yes…” I bit back a scream, although I had no idea who I thought would hear. We were all alone in a huge house, his closest neighbors acres away.
As he pulled me down, I fought so I could get control of my heavy breathing.
I was so very wrong.
The brutal snap of his hand against my backside caught me so off guard I yelped. “What?”
“Just a few reminders that you will need to follow my directions. That’s the only way I can keep you safe.”
“I haven’t broken any rules. Yet.”