Maverick kissed me like he wanted to punish me for what I'd done. Little did he know that only stoked the fire inside me. Angry sex was the best kind, and it was even better with Maverick because he didn't hold back. He wasn't afraid to hurt me. We had long ago moved past what normal people considered safe zones.
"Turn around and show me that perfect peach ass," he growled after ripping his lips off mine.
I smiled at him like the cat who got the cream before I turned around and lifted my robe up to my waist.
I was completely bare beneath it. I hadn't lied when I said I’d just gotten out of the shower. I was about to moisturize my legs when the banging had started.
"Like this?" I bent over slightly, knowing damn well Maverick was an ass man. Any chance he got to bend me over a piece of furniture and take me from behind was exactly what he did.
"A little more." He pushed on my back with more force than I was used to, but it was okay. Years of doing yoga meant I was able to keep my balance. "This is going to be rough, and you're going to fucking like it."
More like I was going to fucking love it. My juices were already sliding down my leg from the anticipation of how hard he was going to take me.
I was practically salivating when I heard the sound of the zipper teeth spreading open on his jeans.
Maverick didn't give me the chance to prepare for him before he was slamming into me with so much force that I had to go up on my tippy-toes to keep myself from falling forward.
"Yes!" I screamed. "Give it to me harder."
Maverick didn't hold back as I screamed his name over and over again. I was sure my neighbors were going to know exactly what was happening, but in my current state, I didn't fucking care as long as he didn't stop.
"You never. Should've. Lied. To me." With each word, he slammed into me harder until I was nothing but a quivering mess being held up by his arm wrapped around my middle.
I couldn't let him talk to me that way though, so I argued back. "I never lied. I just withheld the truth." My words were nothing more than a harsh whisper. I could barely catch my breath let alone talk.
"Same. Thing."
Maverick and I always had amazing sex, since that first night, but this was even better. A thousand times more aggressive and way hotter.
"Don't hold back. Give me everything."
I wanted this raw emotion from him. I wanted nothing more than to be a puddle on the floor both used and abused. It was looking like I was going to get my wish as my first orgasm slammed into me like a damn tidal wave.
Maverick fucked me through it. Never letting me come down from one high before immediately pushing me into the next. I lost count of how many orgasms I had or maybe it was just one long one before Maverick screamed out his own release.
I felt it as his seed hit my inner walls, and a sick satisfaction consumed me that I had made him lose control like that.
I winced as he pulled out of me and slid to the floor when his arm no longer held me up.
As I lay there in a puddle, I looked up through my lashes to see Maverick stuffing himself back into his jeans. He hadn't even gotten undressed before he fucked me senseless.
With a look of disgust, Maverick stormed out of the house without a single backward glance, leaving me with both of our juices running down my legs.
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure before I felt confident enough to get up and clean myself.
My legs were like Jell-O, but I managed to make it to the half bath without falling on my ass, so I considered that a win. One glance in the mirror and, for the first time in many, many years, I was disgusted with myself.
I let Maverick make me feel cheap and, at the same time, liked how he used my body.
"Get yourself together," I hissed at my reflection.
Squaring my shoulders, I vowed to myself that I wouldn't be going back to Maverick no matter how good he made me feel. I was ready to be the cold, heartless lover I was before I met him.
CHAPTER THREE
Maverick
What the fuck had I been thinking?
