by Penelope Sky
I pulled my hair over one shoulder then turned to look at him, seeing his fit body and tanned skin. His old bullet wounds were noticeable because they contrasted against his perfect skin…but they also made him more beautiful. Those scars were a part of who he was, the battles he’d won and lost.
The indifference finally disappeared from his gaze, and he looked at me with the affection I craved. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His warm chest pressed into my back, and he tightened his arms against my stomach.
I let him tug me into him, let myself fall back into his hold.
His lips placed a soft kiss against my neck. Another one was placed behind my ear. He bent his neck down to get my shoulder, to give me a kiss with a subtle bite.
I closed my eyes and got swept away in his embrace.
His hard cock pressed into my back, and he draped his arm over my chest so he could keep me in place. Then his kisses turned more aggressive, the edge of his teeth slightly scratching me as he kissed me harder and harder.
The water ran down us both as he kissed me like an animal, kissed me like a wolf claiming his mate. He pulled me harder against him and kept going, kissing me like he never had before. He kept tugging on me even though I couldn’t get any closer. He grabbed my hips and pulled forcefully, wanting me to feel just how hard he was.
His mouth moved to my other shoulder, and he claimed the skin just like on the other side. His lips sucked my skin, and his tongue tasted the drops of water from the shower. When his mouth moved behind my ear, his hot breaths were audible over the falling water. His breaths sounded like growls, and his fingers started to feel like claws.
I closed my eyes and let him have me, let him take me however he wanted.
Our wet bodies lay on the bed, the moisture soaking into the duvet and the sheets. My wet hair immediately drenched the pillows underneath my head. My thighs were guided open by his knees, and his large body positioned itself over me. His narrow hips fit between my thighs, and his thick arms locked behind my knees. He held himself on top of me, supporting most of his weight on his arms like the exertion was so easy for him.
His mouth lowered onto mine, and he kissed me the way he did in the shower, so possessively. His took my mouth and claimed it as his, his hungry lips sucking and kissing mine. His tongue reached inside my mouth and danced erotically with mine, making my pussy just as wet as the rest of my body.
I’d given myself to him because he was the only man I wanted. This man was my husband, and he owned me—and I wanted him to own me. There was only one man I wanted to fuck me, to have me every single night in the same bed. He turned me on like crazy, making me a volcano that could erupt at any moment. He made my other lovers seem like a childhood phase. I thought I could have loved Dante, but being with Maverick made me realize how wrong I was.
He rested his lips against mine as he guided his length to my entrance. His thick crown pushed inside my eager lips, getting through the tight tunnel before he slowly sank the rest of the way.
My nails dug into his muscular arms, and I moaned.
He moaned too.
Slowly, he sank deeper and deeper inside me, gliding until our bodies were perfectly connected together.
God…that felt right.
He held my gaze for a few seconds as he felt me, as his cock absorbed the slickness that lined my channel from beginning to end. The grooves of his dick were so easy to feel because he was thick like a tree trunk. Feeling his balls against my entrance just made the pleasure better. He had me pinned underneath him, taking a moment to embrace the connection of our bodies.
My fingers moved into his wet hair as I felt how much he stretched me. We’d been together so many times, but it never had felt this good. It never had felt this intimate, this beautiful. Skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart, we were connected as deeply as two people could possibly be.
It felt so damn good.
I breathed hard in his face, little moans coming from deep in my throat. My fingers cradled his cheeks and I kissed him, so full with his fat dick inside me. He was all man, from his length to his width. It felt like the first time…like a wedding night.
I brought his lips to mine and kissed him. It was sensory overload, the way he felt between my legs and the way his dick felt inside me. He’d turned me on so much in the shower, the way he possessed me like a wolf possessed his sheep. I’d turned to melted butter long before we got to the bed.
His sexy lips moved with mine, and he started to rock into me, sliding his enormous dick through my slick pussy. He moaned as he felt me, moaned as his length pushed through my tightness over and over.
My husband was inside me for just a few seconds before I released. The heat entered my entire body, making it shake like an earthquake. My thighs stayed apart because of his arms, and by the time the sensation hit my pussy, I writhed on the bed. My fingers gripped his hair, and I stopped kissing him so I could enjoy the best climax of my life. Stuffed full of his cock and wrapped in his protection and devotion, it was heaven. “Maverick…” I opened my eyes and looked into his as it hit me so hard. “Yes…” I watched his eyes darken as he watched me. He made me come the second he was inside me because I’d been so eager for him…so eager for my husband.
He kept his pace slow so he could watch me enjoy him. He studied my reactions, watching the way my eyes filled with tears as I surrounded his dick with my come. He watched my mouth widen into a scream. His hips worked slowly to thrust inside me, to slide through the cream I produced just for him.
When I finished, I brought his face close to mine and held on to him. “I want your come inside me…” I grabbed his ass and directed his thrusts deep inside me, wanting him to explode with his eyes locked on mine.
His cock was so thick, it started to hurt. He crushed his body to mine, his hard stomach grinding against my pelvic bone. Without increasing his pace, he hit me deeper and deeper, his entire body tightening as he prepared for the goodness that would make him shudder.
My nails cut into his skin, and my pussy tightened in preparation for the seed he was about to give me. I wanted to take my husband’s come, feel his satisfaction inside me. “Come on…”
He rested his forehead against mine as he gave his final pumps, his hips moving a little quicker as he shoved himself inside me. When he hit his trigger, his entire body tightened, and he closed his eyes as he succumbed to the climax. A sexy groan escaped his throat as he shuddered, his cock releasing inside me. He pumped me full of his come, the heavy substance so warm.
It was everything I had fantasized it would be, the kind of pleasure that made my toes curl until they cramped. My hands gripped his back, and I brought him close to me, his cock still hard inside me. “Again.”
Maverick resumed his life like nothing had changed.
He got up early, worked out, and had breakfast before heading to work. He stayed at the office most of the day then drove into the city to meet with clients. He was closed off and a little cold during the day, but when he came to bed, he was the aggressive wolf that kept the sheets warm.
I drove to the factory on the other side the property and found him sitting at his desk in his office. His laptop was there, along with piles of paperwork and an empty ashtray. He sat in the leather chair and looked out the window, enjoying the sight of the house in the distance. From this angle, he could see the road that led to the factory, so he probably saw my car as I approached.
He didn’t turn around to look at me.
He could pretend that night didn’t affect him, but it clearly did. It still left noticeable scars in his eyes, a trauma that he couldn’t easily forget. Even though Kamikaze threatened me and he was a horrible man, Maverick hadn’t been eager to kill him. He was willing to sacrifice his life for mine, but he wasn’t bloodthirsty like most men.
I leaned against the doorframe and stared at him.
His chin was propped on his fingertips as he examined his property. With the cooler weather, he wore dark bl
azers over his t-shirts and traded his shoes for boots. He’d gotten a haircut recently, so it directed more attention to his handsome face. He was a beautiful man…and he was mine.
I stepped farther into the room and rested my fingertips against the mahogany wood. The picture frame I gave him for his birthday sat there. His pretty mother smiled at the camera as she posed with her son. It was one of the rare times I could actually see Maverick smile rather than pout. I picked up the frame and looked it before setting it down again.
He still didn’t look at me.
He always seemed to be in a mood. “What’s bothering you?”
“Why do you assume that something is?”
“Because I know you.”
He finally dropped his propped elbow and gave me his full focus. His eyes looked like steaming coffee, and his lips looked kissable. Whenever they devoured my naked body, they were so aggressive. He ate my pussy just as hard as he ate my mouth. He stared at me with that dark look.
“There’s always something bothering you.”
He smiled slightly, finding that truth comical. “True.”
“So, what is it this time?” I came around the desk and leaned against the hard wood. With my arms crossed over my chest and the window in front of me, I waited for his tale.
He turned his gaze out the window once more.
“Is it Kamikaze?”
He shook his head slightly. “I don’t care about that.”
“Then what’s on your mind?”
He didn’t blink, his eyes taking in the landscape. “I called my father before it happened. Told him what Kamikaze and I were about to do. He didn’t say much…”
He didn’t need to give me the details to convey his pain. Even with Maverick on the verge of death, his father didn’t care about him. That man was so cold that I didn’t understand how his blood hadn’t frozen over.
“And he hasn’t contacted me since. He probably heard the outcome of the matchup at some point, but still…I expected something.” Maverick wore the same stoic expression whether he was angry or solemn. He hid his emotions well because his eyes never gave him away. But I could see the subtleties in his shoulders and arms. I could see it in the way he carried himself, the way his eyes slightly shifted downward. “All of this happened because my mother died. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if she hadn’t. Would my family still be together? But then it makes me question that relationship altogether. If it was only good when things were good…was it ever real?”
It should be the same through the good and the bad, but I felt that was an unnecessary statement to make.
“It makes me wonder if he ever wanted kids. My mother must have forced him. Now that she’s dead, he wants nothing to do with us. You’d think I just get over it and move on with my life…but it still bothers me.” Maverick was vulnerable with me without shame. He wore his heart on his sleeve and showed his true colors. He’d slowly allowed me inside his heart and his mind. Our partnership grew stronger, and our marriage became more real. It really felt like we were a man and a woman devoted to each other, there for each other always.
I moved to his chair and sat in his lap. My arm wrapped around his shoulders, and I rested my head against his. Blanketing him with empty words wouldn’t make him feel better, especially when I had nothing substantial to say. It would be easy to lie and say his father loved him…deep down. But I couldn’t say that unless I actually believed it to be true. Saying nothing at all was all I could offer him.
His arm wrapped around my waist as his head rested on my chest.
“I may not be the DeVille you want…but I’m still a DeVille. And we’ll make our own family someday.”
18
Maverick
When Arwen entered the bedroom, she spotted the gown hanging from the bedpost. Champagne pink with a plunging neckline in front, it was sexy but also classy. My shopper picked it out for her and assured me it would be the perfect dress.
When her eyes almost turned into heart shapes, I knew she had been right.
Arwen walked up to the dress and touched the fabric with her fingertips. “Oh my god…please tell me this is for me.”
“You better not think it’s for me.”
She ran her fingers down the fabric before she picked it up and held it against her frame. “I can tell it’s going to look great. When is the party?”
“Tonight.”
“You never give me much notice, huh?”
I shrugged then continued to look through my mail at the table.
She carried the dress to the full-length mirror and held it up to her body as she examined it. “So, what’s the party for?”
“One of my clients is having a celebration.”
“A celebration of what?”
“I don’t know. Being rich?”
She turned to me. “You never throw parties.”
“Because I don’t need to blow up my ego.” It was big enough already.
“Do you think they’ll ask me to sing?”
“No. They’ll expect it.” After I finished looking through the mail, I turned to look at her. I watched her stare at the dress with loving eyes, falling in love with it right on the spot. When she smiled like that, her beauty was unparalleled. I watched her for a moment longer before she caught my look in the reflection. “Is that okay?”
“It’s fine. I have a new song anyway. I think they’ll like it.”
“They’ll like anything that you sing as long as you wear a low-cut dress.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled at the same time. “Thank you for the dress. I love it.” She walked over to me and rose onto her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. It was an ordinary kiss, but it was packed with so much affection, a quick touch from a grateful wife to her husband. She lowered herself back to the floor and walked away.
My eyes followed her, my chest filled with a warmth that could melt chocolate. Seeing her eyes lit up like that made my mouth want to smile. Giving her gifts she loved made me feel valued. Making her happy made me happy. When I put that gun to my head and pulled the trigger, I was doing it for her—and it felt right.
Just six months ago, we hated each other.
But now…everything was different.
She went to the dresser and found the black jewelry box sitting there. “Ooh…is this for me too?”
“I want you to wear it tonight.”
She cracked the box and found a pair of diamond earrings sitting inside. She had more jewelry than she knew what to do with it, but she found each piece special. She immediately took them out of the box and slid them into her earlobes before she checked her appearance in the mirror. “They’re beautiful. They’ll look perfect with this dress.” She turned back around, still beaming. “Thank you for spoiling me.”
“You’re my wife…you should be spoiled.”
We pulled up to the luxurious three-story estate, and the valets opened the doors for us.
Arwen whistled under her breath. “Talk about fancy…”
I gave her a hand and helped her to her feet. She wore sky-high heels, the kind that didn’t even allow the arch in her foot to touch the bottom of the shoe. I supported her as she righted herself and stood up straight. “It’s been in the family for generations.”
“You only socialize with super-rich people?”
“What other kind of people are there to socialize with?” I took her hand in mine and guided her past the water fountain and toward the entryway of the large home.
“Uh, normal people.”
“Normal people are boring.” I looked down at her, seeing her diamond necklace around her neck and the perfect way she’d applied her makeup. Before I even walked inside, I knew my wife would be the most beautiful woman there. She stole the show every single time—even when she wasn’t in the theater.
“Why don’t you have a party at your place?”
“I don’t like people.”
She chuckled. “You like me.”
I brought her in c
loser to my side. “Don’t let that go to your head.”
She smiled then hooked her arm through mine, her long lashes bringing out the color of her eyes. Now that Kamikaze was gone and she stopped thinking about that gun pointed to my head, she’d relaxed into a whole new person. She didn’t look over her shoulder or hunch in fear. There were no more monsters waiting in the dark.
That meant she didn’t need to stay married to me anymore—but she never mentioned it.
Neither did I.
I had a feeling we never would.
We entered the party, grabbed champagne, and talked with a few acquaintances. Some of them were people Arwen already knew, but most of them were associates she hadn’t had a chance to talk to.
Nearly every man eye-fucked my wife.
I took it as a compliment.
Mingling lasted for hours as appetizers were carried around by waiters. Our glasses kept getting replaced, and the volume in the room rose as people became chattier. Women wore their best dresses, and men had donned their best suits.
These parties weren’t so boring now that I had a wife.
She did most of the talking—even though she didn’t even know these people.
Fine by me.
I was done with the champagne, so I left her behind to grab a scotch from the bar. I placed my order then felt someone approach me. The piercing gaze they directed at me was hostile. It was something I could sense.
I grabbed my drink and turned to look at the man who wanted to cause trouble.
It was my father.
He never left his house anymore unless it was to kill someone, so it was a surprise to see him at a social event that required a suit. The last time I saw him dressed that way was at my wedding. I took a drink as I looked at him, swallowing the booze as well as my damaged feelings. “Nice to see you get out, Caspian.” I couldn’t call him my father anymore. It was a name too intimate to use at this point. He was an enemy, not an ally. He was a stranger, not a friend. “Surprised to see me? Thought the bullet in the chamber would be for me?”
