“You’re beautiful.”
“What?” I ask, taken aback by his compliment.
“And smart. You’re a fighter too. I admire that about you.”
I’m at a loss for words. Am I in an alternate universe?
“You’ve spent the last three months sexually assaulting me, more recently while I was unconscious.”
“You were taking too long to wake up,” he states, as if that exonerates his actions.
I study his face to discern if this is some attempt at a sick joke, but he’s dead fucking serious.
“Maverick.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and release a slow breath. “Are you listening to yourself?”
“You came.”
“That’s beside the point, you goddamn loon!” I shrill in exaggeration. “Just because I can’t control my body’s response to you doesn’t mean I want it.” He’s probably a serial rapist. “How many girls have you done this to?”
“Only you.”
I scoff in disbelief. “You’re lying.”
“You’re the first girl to ever tell me no.”
“Is that it then?” My eyes narrow to tiny slits. “You can’t handle rejection?”
His hands clench. “I like you.”
I blink rapidly. “You don’t know anything about me. We’ve never even been on a date.”
“We can go on a date tonight,” he says. “Anywhere you want.”
“Absolutely not.”
A vein throbs in his forehead. “Why?”
Is he for real?
“Umm, let me think.” I tap my chin and look heavenward. “Because you’re a fucking dingbat.”
He pounces on me and slams me facedown on the nearest desk. The coppery tang of blood invades my taste buds. One of these days, he’s going to give me a fucking concussion.
“All right,” he sneers, clamping my nape in an excruciating hold. “Crazy Maverick can come out and play.”
“You’re a selfish bastard,” I say furiously.
“I know.”
“Do you ever try to control yourself?”
“I can’t.” He kicks my legs apart. “Not with you.”
He lifts my skirt and yanks my panties to my thighs. The cool metal of his belt buckle slides over my bare bottom as he loosens it, then he’s pushing into my wetness, rocking back and forth until he’s fully planted in my heat. We moan each other’s names.
“Don’t move,” Maverick demands, releasing my nape.
He latches on to my hips and hammers into me at rapid speed, causing the desk to slide forward.
