Page 50 of Savage Hearts

“How does it feel, Mila?” he asked. “My pussy seemed to like it, and I wonder if you will tell me the truth.”

I glared at him, but didn’t say anything.

He slapped my pussy once more, this one harder than the first two. I squirmed in the bed, whimpering, and Maverick soothed away the pain with soft, feather-light touches.

Slowly, he inserted his finger inside me.

I clenched around him at the invasion, trying to adjust.

His eyes widened before he shot me a Cheshire cat smile that had my heart beating out of control inside my chest. I didn’t want to know the reason behind that smile, but he seemed to come back to himself quickly enough.

He met my eyes, then fucked me with his finger, slowly.

I gripped his wrist with my hand, unsure if I was trying to push him away or keep him there.

He looked at me as if waiting for me to make my decision, and when I didn’t do anything, he pumped his finger in and out of me faster.

My toes curled at the sensation, and I was completely blinded by lust.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel, and when his thumb found my clit, I didn’t really care.

Spasms rocked my body—the impending explosion was just within the horizon.

I just needed?—

I made a small sound in frustration.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” he said sweetly. For a moment, I wished he were a sweet man. Wished he could be the hero in one of my many fantasies I’d had growing up: someone strong enough, mean enough, to take on my dad and rescue me from the hellhole I had been living in.

I had long ago buried all those useless thoughts, and I knew better than to dress Maverick Tiernan up in a hero’s costume. He added another finger, drawing me out of my thoughts and into sharp focus on him and what he was doing.

“Lost you there for a moment, didn’t I?” he asked. “Gotta get you back.”

He finger-fucked me harder and harder and harder, drawing me up so high, I was afraid to fall.

It didn’t seem to matter. Maverick was determined to push me off, and he did, three pumps later.

I screamed as I fell, and Maverick covered my mouth with the palm of his hand.

I could only lie there as tremors moved through my body, trying to get back from the high. Maverick withdrew from me and started to rub over my sex with his fingers, drawing out the orgasm.

My back arched from the sensation, and my legs wiggled on the bed.

Tears stung my eyes from falling so hard, and without a safety net or parachute in sight.

I was fucking doomed.

I knew it.

He leaned down and kissed my sex, taking in all my juices.

My legs twitched, and I felt him smile.

Then he looked up at me. “Good girl.”

I watched as he climbed off the bed.

His hard-on pressed against his pants, obscenely noticeable.

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