Page 43 of The Cruelest Chaos

I hear him swallow.

“Let go,” I urge him, running my hands lower. I wonder if he needs to hear what he just told me. He’s not sick or twisted or wrong. He presses closer to me. “Just let go, Maverick.”

“I’m sorry, Ella,” he whispers against my skin. “This is just a game, right?”

I’m about to ask him what he’s talking about, but I don’t need to. He pulls me off the bed and backs me against the wall so fast, I don’t have a single thought from one position to the next. His hands are on my shoulders and there’s anger back in those beautiful eyes.

“Sit,” he commands me, stepping back, letting me go.

I hesitate, for one single second, and his eyes narrow.

I can do this.

I sit.

“Lie down,” he orders, standing over me, watching me carefully.

I lie on my back.

He crouches down, pulls off my sweatpants. I ball my hands into fists, keep them by my sides. He tosses my borrowed pants away, and my ass is against the cold floor.

He walks in a circle around me. “Bend your knees.”

My face warms, but I do as he asks. He comes to stand by my feet, observing me.

My knees are together, but it doesn’t matter. I know he can see me.

Even still, he nudges my knees apart with his own knee, spreading me wide. My inner thighs ache, but I stay that way, hands by my side.

I close my eyes.

I feel the floor shift, and his hands are on my thighs, spreading me even wider. The cold air hits methere, and a second later, so does his breath. He blows against me, spreads me apart with his fingers.

My clit aches, and I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to like it.

But I do.

And when his tongue runs down the length of me, I whimper, my knees falling inward, toward his head. But his hand on my thigh keeps me spread open, and he licks me again, softly.

Agonizingly slow.

Then he blows against me again, the cool air making my hips arch.

He presses a hand on my belly, under my shirt, keeping me still.

His tongue works my swollen clit, and one finger teases my entrance. I try to move, to shift his finger closer, but he presses harder on my belly. Then he kisses me, his lips coming together, tongue flicking through.

I feel heat building in my belly, right underneath his hand.

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. He presses two fingers into me and I whimper as he glides in and out of me, my pussy clenching against him.

He groans as he licks me, his tongue swirling one way and then the other. Soon, I’m just drowning in the feel of him. My thighs tighten, my pussy, too, and even he can’t hold me down when I come. My butt lifts off the floor and I moan his name,Maverick, and he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow until I come back down, literally and figuratively.

I’m panting, one hand I realize is on my breast. I don’t let go, but he kisses me one more time and then pulls his fingers out and lifts his head.

I open my eyes.

They lock with his.