Page 27 of Ruse
Maverick bites his bottom lip in approval at the sign of me topless before him, and I practically moan as a cool breeze flows through my open balcony door. I’m still on all fours in front of him, but the carnal look in his eyes makes me fall back, my ass now resting on the backs of my bare feet.
“There, there Nyx, no need to be so eager. Daddy will show these girls some love.” I cringe at the worddaddy,not so much at the inappropriateness of it, but the way hearing it leave his mouth sends a pang of heat between my legs.
Lowering his mouth to my chest, he slowly eases my body backward until I’m lying flat on my bed beneath him. I bring my knees up instinctively, my dress hiking up my waist as I bend them at a ninety-degree angle, making room for him to settle between, and he does, an unspoken permission to do so written in my lustful gaze.
What the hell, Phoenix? You’re making this too easy.
He plays with the candy, bringing it between his teeth before lowering his mouth to my erect nipple. Slowly he swirls the wet candy around one peak, tracing circles around my areola, over my collarbone, and down the dip of my barely-there cleavage, leaving a slimy, sticky residue behind.
He continues moving onto the other and back again as my panting gets louder, my body writhing in agony beneath him, begging him to touch me, to lick me, to suck and take what he obviously wants. But he doesn’t. He just simply keeps tracing my nipples with the sweet candy.
“This is so unhygienic,” I groan, chuckling to myself. He doesn’t speak, all he does is completely envelop my body with his, bringing hip lips and the candy to my mouth. He raises a brow and I open my mouth in response, somehow understanding his nonverbal request. Soft, demanding lips crash down onto mine, eagerly kissing and biting, consuming me whole. Mav tastes just like I imagined, only better, sweet, and spicy, slightly bitter, yet delectably delicious. The candy floats back and forth between our mouths, becoming smaller and smaller as our kiss continues.
Suddenly, he pulls away, just as I hear the front door alarm sound, “Front door open.” My father’s voice and Daphne’s laughter are heard downstairs, and my body instantly freezes as I notice my bedroom door is wide open.
“Get out,” I whisper-yell, proceeding to push Maverick off me and toward the open door.
“What is it, sis? Afraid mommy and daddy are going to walk in and find out I’m having a bit of fun playing with my new little sister,” he mocks, only I find none of this funny. “I may have taken my babysitting duties too far.”
I stand abruptly. “Shut up, Maverick, and fuck you.”
“Yeah, you were about to Nyx,” he mutters, not able to contain his smile.
Shaking my head, I deny what is blatantly obvious and chalk it up to a horrible lapse in judgment. “As if. Fuck you for taking advantage of me in my intoxicated state.”
“Intoxicated? What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands, all humor suddenly gone from his face.
Fear consumes me at the wild look in his eyes, suddenly more terrified than aroused. “I took a Xany, which obviously had a terrible reaction with the pounds of sugar in the pint of ice cream I devoured. It’s the only explanation for my psychotic behavior.”
He stands to join me, shaking his head as he walks toward me, pressing me into the wall beside my bed. A strong hand grips my shoulder keeping me in place as he pushes my thighs apart with one of his, settling between me. “Whatever, I know if I were to stick my fingers into that itty-bitty thong you're wearing right now, I’d be coated in your nectar.”
I swallow down hard trying not to sound like a needy whore when I reply. “Natural reaction, it was simply my body excreting cervical fluid because of the arousal. Would have happened if you were anyone else.”
Mav closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head in disapproval. Long dark and natural curled lashes beautifully outline his gorgeous deep blue eyes as he opens them and looks hauntingly into mine. “Okay, don’t you ever call it cervical fluid again. The next time your body excretes anything, it'll be your come all over my face.”
Fear ripples through me once more, though this time because if I don’t push him away, that will be exactly what happens next. “Not happening. I only get a limited number of lapses in judgment, and I’ve already passed my quota with you. Now get out!”
Without another remark, Mav stalks out of my room, and I eagerly slam my door closed behind him, turning the lock before he sneaks back in and between my legs again. “What the fuck was I thinking?” I curse aloud, slamming my head back into the door.
Rushing over to my bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My dress remains bunched around my waist, the shiny, sticky trail of the candy reflecting in the light overhead. That was gross, yet so incredibly hot.
How does he keep getting me to behave like a madwoman?
Turning my shower on, I quickly undress and stand under the running water of my shower head, washing away any trace of Maverick and what almost happened.
That’s when I notice it, swirling around against my tongue, the sweet taste of watermelon. I smile unwillingly, turning toward the mirror and seeing the pink candy in between my teeth.
ChapterTen
MAVERICK
Well, that was fun. Until I walked out with the biggest hard on and the worst case of motherfucking blue balls. Did I plan to walk into her bedroom and do what I just did? Planned it, yes. Think it’d happen, well no.
I knew I’d be able to crack Phoenix at some point. Catching her sneaking into my Insta Live earlier today was all the proof I needed. She was curious, tempted, and all this back and forth we’ve been having was bound to break her sooner rather than later. But I must give her some credit for holding out as long as she did. For fighting our attraction as hard as she has.
However, what I never expected was how fucking perfect it would be to taste her, even if it were only for a second. I assumed she’d be incredible but didn’t expect perfection. Since the first time I almost stole an innocent kiss from her luscious lips, I’ve been aching to have her, yet now that I’ve had a small taste, it’s only made me crave her more, and craving her was never part of the plan.
The only problem, I couldn't help myself. She looked good enough to eat in the gold silky dress she was wearing on her way out of the house. If you could even call it a dress. It was more like a small piece of fabric wrapped around her luscious curves, barely covering the parts that needed to be covered, but exposing way more than it hid. Like hell I was going to let her leave looking like that and risk some other fucker devouring what’s mine.
