Page 45 of King of Pride

Maverick raised an eyebrow.

“Don't your knees hurt?”

Rose’s mind immediately filled with memories of the previous night—how many times she had been on her knees, how he had kept her there for most of the night, how she had climbed onto him and sat on top of him, and how he had been behind her. It didn’t even feel like her first time anymore. They had done it so many times that she had almost forgotten what pain was supposed to feel like. Despite it being her first time, all she could remember was the overwhelming pleasure she had felt throughout the night.

She quickly looked away, her cheeks burning as memories she had been desperately trying to suppress resurfaced.

She swallowed hard and avoided his gaze.

Maverick pointed toward a door at the end of the hallway.

“That’s the bedroom. Your clothes are on the bed. Go change.”

Rose hesitated.

She felt as though she had lost control of her thoughts around him. Every command seemed to leave her flustered and uncertain, and somehow she found herself obeying before she could argue.

She stood, twisting her fingers together nervously, then turned and walked toward the bedroom.

Maverick watched her disappear through the doorway.

Five minutes later, Rose emerged wearing one of his shirts.

It was an ordinary size on him but oversized on her, falling all the way to her thighs. Although it covered her adequately, she was painfully aware of what she wasn't wearing underneath it, and the realization only made her more self-conscious.

Rose nervously glanced around before looking back at Maverick with a frown.

“There were no clothes. Just this shirt,” she said, pointing toward herself before glancing at the bed. “Why is it just your shirt?”

Maverick raised an eyebrow.

“Do you think I keep women's clothes in my house?”

Rose bit back a response. She had no idea what to say to that.

“I need my clothes.”

“I've already arranged for them. They'll arrive in a few days after they're packed from your house. Until then, you'll wear my shirts.”

His gaze briefly dropped before returning to her eyes.

“It's not as though you'll be wearing anything when you sleep anyway.”

Rose's eyebrows drew together, her eyes narrowing slightly.

‘He really is a pervert through and through.’

She finally walked over and sat on the couch again, deliberately leaving two seats between them.

Maverick glanced at the distance she had put between them. His expression immediately tightened.

“Come closer.”

Rose's hands twisted together in her lap as she reluctantly shifted toward him.

He still looked dissatisfied.

“Closer. Come here.”