Page 114 of The Cruelest Chaos
“Answer me when I ask you a fucking question. Do you knowwhy?”
I swallow past the dryness in my throat. “No, Maverick.”
“Because you’re never fucking leaving me. It’s me and you, now, baby, and that means I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, whenever I want.” He pushes further into me, in and out. He bites the lobe of my ear and I hiss, but that momentary pain lets him slip another finger inside of me.
“Maverick—”
“Shh,” he says softly. “Just relax, okay, baby?” His tone is softer now, like he’s flipped a switch. I know it’s because he wants me to do what he wants, but even still, Idorelax. “Relax, and it’ll only hurt a little.”
I take a shaky breath in. Out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers moving slowly in and out of me. “You’re so good at this, Ella.”
I force myself to unclench my jaw, my stomach, my thighs. I force myself to go nearly limp, but still hold my body up on all fours.
“Every hole in your body is mine, Ella,” he whispers, kissing the side of my neck. “Every inch of you.” His chest is rising and falling rapidly against my back, his hard cock against my thigh as he moves his fingers faster.
“You’re just for me.” His mouth finds my shoulder and he bites me gently. Then he pulls his fingers out, and something else, something much bigger, presses against me and I tense all over again.
“No, no, no,” he scolds me. His hand finds my own, and he presses down on it, holding himself up but giving me comfort, too. “Relax for me, pretty girl.”
Pretty girl.
I wet my lips, try to do as he asks.
“You’re doing so good.”
He crowns me and I gasp, muscles locking all over again. He lets go of himself as he presses inside of me slowly with a groan, and his hand goes underneath me, his fingers on my clit.
I relax again, press my head against the headboard as he circles me and slides himself further into me.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He lips move against my shoulder and I relax more, whimpering.
“God, those little noises you make.” He groans again, and then he’s all the way in and I bite my lip, but a gasp still comes out of my mouth, a nearly strangled sound. His hand moves from my hand to my throat. He uses me as leverage, thrusting himself in and out of me, and even those he’s dropped his hand from my clit to keep himself balanced,it feels good.
I never knew it could feel this good.
My head is tipped up, hair down my back, and in this moment, with my eyes closed, him inside of me, his hand claiming my throat, I feel loved. And I know, even in the moment, it’s the most twisted sort of love. The kind my mom, if she gave a damn, if she had been someone else, someone that cared, it would be the kind of love she warned me against.
If my father was out there somewhere, he’d be disgusted.
But I don’t care.
It’s mine. And whether Maverick says it or not, whether he admits it, I know he feels something for me.
He groans against me. “Fuck,Ella, you’re so fucking tight.” He moves faster, and it feels so good, I don’t know why I was ever afraid of this. Of him.
His thumb pulls down my bottom lip and he twists my head so I’m looking at him. “You’re fucking mine,” he whispers. “Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Tell me.” His voice is more urgent as he thrusts into me, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “Tell me no matter what happens, you’re mine, Ella.”
His rubs his thumb over my lip and I dart my tongue out and lick him.
“I’m yours,” I tell him against his finger. “I’ll always be yours.”
“Fuck, Ella.” He presses his forehead to the back of my neck, twisting my head back around. He pushes me down, so my chest is to the bed, my ass up in the air as he finishes, spilling into me, one hand gripping my ass.
