Page 7 of Anarchy

ChapterNine

MALLORY

Iam fucking sweating, like I’m laying right up next to a damn furnace. I try to push away, but iron rods pull me tighter against the furnace, which makes me panic. The heat is becoming overwhelming, sweat dripping from my forehead. Kicking my legs out to push away, I make contact with something hard, and a groan sounds in my ear. Finally peeling my eyes open, I’m staring into Maverick’s irritated blue eyes, and embarrassment floods through me as I realize he’s the culprit of all the warmth. This is twice in twenty-four hours that he’s made me hot and bothered in different ways.

“Good morning, Pet.” His gravely morning voice drifts through my ears, and I swear I could listen to him tell me the most boring story on earth, and he’d still get me worked up.

“You are smothering me to death, let me up.” His brow arches, arms tightening against me, refusing to let me go. “Please! You’re too hot!”

“I wasn’t aware there was a thing as being too hot, pretty girl.” The smirk on his lips reflects the humor in his words. His arms finally loosen, letting me free.

Bolting up from the couch, I promptly strip the thick sweatshirt from my body, and the cool air in the room assaults me. Chills running through my body, nipples pebbling, goosebumps rising to the surface. I relish in the feeling of the sweltering heat leaving my skin until a throat clearing pulls me from my thoughts.

“If you wanted to get naked, then why didn’t you just say so?” My arms dart towards Maverick, his lips curling up to the side, eyes full of lust. Pulling my eyes down, I take in the view of my naked chest, completely forgetting I didn’t have anything under the sweatshirt. In a panic, I cross an arm over my chest, the other one reaching for the sweater discarded on the floor. Before I can grab it, Maverick already has it clutched in his grip and tosses it behind the couch. An irritated gasp leaves me, having me cross my other arm over my chest. His big hands reach out and grab my hips, dragging me towards him and forcing me down onto his lap. Once I’m positioned over his knees, he gently grabs both of my wrists and drags them behind my back, holding them hostage in one of his hands. “You don’t get to hide from me anymore, Mallory. I don’t know who made you feel so shitty about your body, but starting now you’re done thinking like that. If I had my way, you’d be walking around naked every minute of the day.” He leans forward, placing a kiss between my breasts, his other hand drifting up my stomach and chest before clasping around my neck, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Every inch of this body is mine now; do you understand, Pet?” I nod my head, but then quickly realize that’s not what he’s looking for when his hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my breath. “When I ask you a question, you are to use your words, Mallory.” My hips start to wiggle in his lap, trying to chase something to soothe the ache there.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” I finally wheeze out when he lets up on my throat just enough for the words to slip out. Maverick’s hand releases my wrists from behind my back and comes up to pinch and roll my nipple between his fingers. The sensation sending sparks down to my already needy clit, a moan slipping through my lips, my own hands coming up to clasp his wrist. The hand around my throat tightens again, dragging my head down towards his own.

“I want you to keep your hands behind your back for me, so I can play with these pretty tits. Do you think you can do that for me, baby?” My head immediately shakes no, because there's no way in hell I’m going to be able to not touch him while he’s playing with my nipples like a fucking guitar. “If you’re a good little pet for me, I’ll let you come again, how does that sound?” The hand playing with my nipples drifts down until it’s between my thighs, applying pressure where I need it most.

“Yes, sir, I’ll be a good pet for you, I promise.” The words coming out in a needy whine, my hips pressing down against his hand, trying desperately to get more relief. Bringing my hands behind my back, I clutch them there for dear life.

Maverick’s head immediately dives down, his lips catching my nipple between them, teeth nipping at the hard bud. The hand around my throat snakes up the back of my neck and tangles in my hair at the back of my head, dragging it back at an uncomfortable angle. His warm lips trailing over to my other nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, like he’s trying to suck the soul from my body. Maverick’s hand against my core leaves, and a whine sounds from my lips, which rewards me with a bite against my nipple. The hand finds the waistband of my sweats and tugs it down to make room for him. Palm laying against my pussy in a way that has my clit pulsing with need.

“Ride my hand for me, and make yourself come.” His words catch me off guard, causing me to still against him. I’ve never gotten myself off in front of anyone before. Always behind closed doors with a vibrator in my hand, and I have neither of those right now. The heel of his hand pressing harder against my clit making me gasp. “Come on, baby, you can do it. You want to please me, don’t you?” A shiver runs through my body, because fuck do I want to please this man more than anything. No idea why either, because I just met him, but damn, I think I’d walk through fire just for him to tell me I’m a good girl again. I start to move my hips against his palm, my swollen clit rubbing against the heel of his palm in just the right way, sending fire down my spine. His hand against my scalp tightens almost painfully, and his hand between my legs presses harder against my pussy, giving me exactly what I need and making my hips go into a wild bucking stride. His lips capture my nipple again, sucking and nipping at it, driving me crazy. The wetness between my legs is multiplying as I chase the high that’s just out of reach. My breaths come out in short puffs, my nails dig into my wrists, as I try desperately to keep them behind my back so he will let me come. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Come for your master, Pet. Show me how good you can be for me.”

His deep, raspy words are what finally fling me over the cliff. Stars burst behind my eyes, my back arching impossibly, hands flying out of my clutch and diving into his hair, tugging at the strands, as I ride through my orgasm. He holds me there, letting me grip his hair between my trembling fingers. Once my breath comes back into my lungs, I swoop down and capture his lips with my own, the force clacking our teeth together. Maverick’s arms wrap around my waist; he leans back against the couch, dragging me down against him. I feel the wetness on his hand against my back, and it makes me groan into his mouth. We kiss until my lips go numb, and I’m sure they will be bruised later. When we finally pull apart, we are both breathless, our sweaty foreheads leaning up against each other as we just exist in this little bubble we’ve created.

“Watching you come apart against me has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I don’t know how much longer I can wait until I bury myself in that tight pussy of yours, Mallory.” The words make me gasp and tremble against him. My pussy is already sore from all the touching it’s had just within the last day. “But unfortunately, we need to get moving. Find a different place to hold up in. We’ve been here too long as it is.” His hands come up and sweep my hair back away from my face, tucking it behind my ears. “Let’s get you dressed, get some stuff together, and get the fuck out of here, yeah?” I give him a quiet okay, worried about what is waiting out there in the world for us.

Hopping up off of his lap, I reach for my sweater but decide against it. Heading for the bedroom to root through the dresser for a T-shirt. Finding a faded black one, I push my head and arms through the hole, and the damn thing is huge on me. Between the shirt and the sweats, I look like a toddler wearing their parents’ clothes. With an eye roll, I reach down to the hem of the shirt, tugging it up and tying it in a knot against my stomach, and tucking the tail up inside the shirt. It’s still big around my shoulders but tight against my waist, with a slice of skin showing across my stomach. I shrug my shoulders before walking out of the room and finally grabbing the sweater from the floor and tugging it over my head.

Maverick is rooting through the kitchen and stacking random supplies onto the countertop. “There’s not much here to work with, so we’ll have to find somewhere to get more supplies, but these will do for now.” A few packs of microwaveable rice, cans of ravioli, corn, and bottles of water line the counter top. He picks up two bags and plops them onto the countertop next to the supplies. Putting the heavier items in one and the lighter ones in the other. Handing me the lighter pack, I swing it onto my shoulders and buckle the strap across my breasts, adjusting the straps until it’s comfortable. “I found some boots for you; they’re over by the couch. They’re going to be too big, but they’re better than those pink death traps you were walking around in earlier.” I walk over to the couch and plop myself down, then grab the boots and drop them in front of me.

“Are you sure I can’t just wear my heels? These are ugly as fuck, Maverick.” My face scrunches up at the dirty black boots before me, dreading putting my feet into them. Even though I’m wearing thick socks, the thought of wearing some man's sweaty shoes repulses me.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Put them on, Mallory, now.” The demand in his voice makes me second-guess my smart ass retort. Slipping the boots onto my feet and tying the laces tight so they don’t slip off. I stand up, and I feel like a clown in these things.

“You can’t be serious! Look at them; they look like clown shoes!” I whine, flopping my way over to him in my new flippers.

“They’re not that bad; quit being dramatic.” He rolls his eyes, and I open my mouth to tell him where he can shove it, but the glare he gives me makes me slam my mouth shut. I cross my arms over my chest with a huff, and I know I look like a pouting two-year-old with how ridiculous I look in this get-up. “Calm down; we will find you something else as soon as we can.” He ushers me towards the door, and I flip flop over to it, swinging it open with all my might. It bounces off the wall, nearly hitting Maverick in the shoulder. He grabs me so hard it makes my head spin, and then he presses me up against the open door; his body grinds me into the hardwood. “Quit being a fucking brat. Would you rather me let you trek around the woods naked in your pink heels? Because if that’s what you want, then go for it! But if you break an ankle, you’ll continue to walk on it, cause I’m not going to carry your fucking ass after you didn’t listen to me.” I hate that he’s right about me breaking an ankle. There’s no way I can walk through those woods in those things; I almost broke an ankle running from the party. Finally relenting to his demands, he sees the surrender in my eyes and pushes back away from the door, giving me room. He grabs my hand and drags me away from the door, slamming it closed with his other one.

“Where are we going to go?” I whisper when we make it into the cover of the trees, suddenly scared shitless that we are out in the open.

“Honestly, I have no fucking idea. But wherever we end up, I will keep you safe.” He echoes his promise with a reassuring squeeze of my hand. It doesn’t take away all of my worries, but it takes the panicking edge away enough for me to stumble after him.

ChapterTen

MALLORY

We’ve been walking for hours, and my feet hurt like they do after I’ve cheered at two back-to-back games. The sun is starting to set behind the trees, the air getting colder as the darkness descends. I’ve already tripped over numerous branches and have also almost broken my ankle falling into a hole with these flippers on my feet. I know I have blisters on my feet, and the thought of them popping and getting infected makes me groan. Sadly, I’ve already been there and done that in my cheer career. Maverick has offered to carry me several times, but I’ve refused because he’s already carrying the heavier pack on his back, and I know it’s taking a toll on his shoulders. I’ve offered to switch him packs a few times, and he’s turned me down every time, saying he’s more than capable of shouldering the weight.

We start to head down a hill, my hand clutched tightly in Maverick’s keeping me anchored to his side, but my numb and sore feet trip over themselves, sending us both careening down the hill. My arms swing out trying to grab onto something to stop my descent, but all that gets me is a branch cutting into the skin of my arm. The burning pain has a scream ripping through my throat until it’s whipped out of me when I hit a hard surface. Arms wrap around me as we come to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Maverick’s heaving chest under me has me gasping in relief until the pain in my arm reminds me that I’m hurt. I hiss as I sit up and slide off of his chest, plopping down next to him. Blood seeps from a slash in the sleeve of my sweater, making my heart race at the site. Maverick sees it and pushes my sleeve up, revealing the damage makes us both gasp, him in shock and me in pain.

“God damnit!” His words of anger cause tears to slip out of my eyes and a sob to escape my lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Suddenly scared he’s going to punish me for falling and getting hurt while we’re in the middle of nowhere with nothing to help us.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, Pet. We'll get you all fixed up. Here, let’s wrap this around it until we can find somewhere to set up camp and I can fix it properly, okay?” His words are going in one ear and out the other as I watch him strip his belt from his waist and tighten it around my arm, above the wound that’s flowing with blood. I whimper at the sharp pain that ripples through my arm as he tightens the belt so tight my fingers start to tingle. “Hold this up, okay?” He tilts my arm up, and I hold it there with the other hand. He helps me up and then picks me up bridal style against my protest.

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