“I’m bigger and faster than you, mutt,” he gloats.
“Fuck you,” I pant, fury swirling through me.
“There’s a thought.” His hand snakes up my thigh. “Perhaps I willfuckyou.”
“I’ll go straight to the cops.”
“We’ve had this conversation,” he taunts, grinding his hips against my ass. “No one will believe you.”
Maverick tears my thong from my body and brings the flimsy cloth to his nose, inhaling my scent.
“I’ll keep these.” He stuffs them into his pocket.
“Let me go and I promise not to say a word.”
He skims his fingers through my labia. “You waxed.”
I whimper, biting my bottom lip.
“Soft and so fucking wet,” he murmurs appreciatively.
“Please, Maverick, stop,” I moan.
“Hearing you beg makes me harder.” I’m dragged to the table and slammed down face-first.
He clasps my nape in a bruising hold to keep me in place and lifts my skirt.
“No!” I put my hands flat on the surface and attempt to push myself up, but it’s impossible.
Maverick smacks my bottom hard. “That’s for slapping me at the pool party.”
The searing pain jolts me. “Motherfucker!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He caresses my smarting rear. “Name calling doesn’t become you. Apologize.”
“Not on your life!”
He hits me again and I yelp.
“Ready to apologize?”
“Drop dead,” I snap.
He chuckles and his palm cracks across my ass again. “Wrong answer.”
My knees buckle, but I still refuse to comply.
“You’re stubborn, but I could do this all evening.”
My eyes water as he continues his relentless assault on my inflamed flesh. The agony becomes too unbearable, and I reluctantly give in.
“Sorry,” I force the word out between clenched teeth.
“I can’t hear you.” The smirk in his voice is evident. “Speak louder.”
“I said I’m sorry!” I shout, resentment eating me alive.
“For what?”
