Page 35 of Ruse
“Relax drama queen, it’s not that deep.” Grabbing some of the gauze he places my foot flat against his shirt, my blood staining his white tee. Today of all days he wears white.
“What the hell are you doing Maverick? You're getting blood all over yourself. This is totally unsafe, not to mention terribly unhygienic.”
Leaning forward and pressing my foot further onto his chest, he raises a curious brow proceeding to do something I’d never have imagined him do. Mav brings his thumb, coated in my blood, up to his mouth, stamping a bloody fingerprint along his tongue. I’m both disgusted and alarmingly aroused.What the fuck?
“Mmm,” he hums as if savoring the taste. “Sweet as sugar. Just like the rest of you.”
“You’re sick Maverick,” I spit out, turning away from him, afraid he’s going to see the lustful arousal in my stare.
He chuckles lightly. “Then stop whining and squirming away, or I'll do it again.” I obey, not because I want to, but because I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself from launching at him and kissing him senseless if he were to do it again.
After a few minutes he grabs the kitchen towel from beside us and wipes his hands clean, having removed all the debris, cleaned my wound, and wrapped it in gauze and a bandage.
“Good as new,” he says, eyeing his masterpiece. It looks just as good as if I’d have gone to the emergency room. “Now if it becomes infected, don’t worry. I'll gladly cut it off.” My face pales and my eyes shoot wide at his comment. “Relax Nyx, I'm only kidding.”
“You seem used to tending to wounds,” I state, but it comes off more like a question.
“What can I say, I used to get in my fair share of fights. Couldn’t go to the nurse’s office after every single one, without the risk of getting expelled. I had to learn how to treat them myself. Although, I never got glass shoved in me, maybe a blade or two, but it was mostly fists.”
“Maverick,” I shout in shock. He's admitting to having been stabbed before, on multiple occasions, and is brushing it off like nothing.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head Nyx, I’m indestructible.” I roll my eyes at his arrogance and sarcastic humor, jumping off the counter. But before I can, his arms are around me catching me before my foot touches the ground.
“Shit careful Phoenix,” he berates, “It’s still raw. It’s going to hurt if you try to apply too much pressure on it like walking.”
“What am I supposed to do, hop on it?” I joke, but evidently, he doesn’t find my humor funny.
Instead, he sits me back down on the counter, and turns, crouching forward, and motioning me to jump on his back. “No way,” I say, shaking my head in refusal.
He turns and looks at me over his shoulder. “It’s either this or I carry you in my arms up the stairs, your choice Nyx.”
“Ugh,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. As soon as my pussy presses against his back, I nearly moan, already aroused and ready to rub myself against it. It takes all my restraint not to move my hips and grind against him, especially when his hand grips my ass, pushing me further up.
“Buckle up baby, you’re going on your first ride on the Maverick Express.” I can’t help but laugh at his playful attitude and the stupidity of his statement.
“Whatever, just take me to my room, Mav.”
“Aye, Aye Captain.”
We walk through the foyer and up the stairs all the way to my bedroom door, but just as he twists the knob, my arms tighten around his neck. “Wait,” I call out, stopping him in his tracks. “Put me down, I don’t think you should go in there.”
He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t mock my fear of him once again entering my room and having a repeat of the other night. All he does is turn his head, smirking teasingly at me. “Afraid you’re going to want to take a ride on something else if I do, Nyx?”
There it is. The suspicion that I can’t be in the same room with him without throwing myself at him. I mean essentially that is what I fear, but it doesn't mean I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to.
“Shut up, asshole. Just put me down here. I don’t want you to think you can put your hands and mouth on me again like you did last time.”
Instead of putting me down, he somehow effortlessly swings me around, so I'm suddenly sandwiched between him and the door of my room, my arms and legs still wrapped around him, but my pussy now pressing against his stomach. “Maybe if you didn’t seem so needy and desperate for me to put my hands and mouth on you, then I wouldn’t have.”
“Me? Desperate? Please…”
Without warning, he presses his groin against me, and I can feel his dick through the thin fabric of his shorts. “You all but begged on your knees for it, sis.”
“A terrible lapse in judgment, but I wasn’t the one who came into my room wanting that to happen. Admit it, you saw me in that dress, and you couldn’t help yourself.”
“I’ll admit that every day.” He licks his lips, “Seeing you in that piece of scrap you call a dress, made me so fucking hard. Not as hard as seeing you out of it, and not as hard as I am right now. But you also need to admit that you were creeping in on my Live, and you couldn’t help but touch yourself to the little photo I sent.”
I gasp when his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, his thick erection pressing into my heated center. I lean forward, my mouth pressing against his shoulder to stifle my moan. “Put me down, Maverick,” I moan into his neck. “Please.”
