I feel the beast inside me roar as she stares at me with a challenge in those beautiful green eyes. I know that if I reject her now, she would suffer more in the long term, so I need to be careful with what I do next.
Lifting my hand to her face, I gently stroke the contours of her beautiful face and whisper softly, “You don’t want that, beautiful. You want the fairy tale. I’m not the prince in that, I’m the beast you should avoid at all costs.”
“I don’t want a prince; I’ve been a princess all my life and I’m tired of her. I want no strings, no emotion, just sex. I want someone to show me how amazing it can be and make me a woman to drive away the frightened girl inside. I want you to be that man because you are the only man I have ever trusted outside my own family. If you don’t want to, I’ll understand but I need to ask, will you fuck me, Maverick and give me my life back?”
Chapter 11
Sophia
As soon as the words left my lips, I think I held my breath. Who is this woman inside me? I have never asked a man to fuck me - ever, but I want this man to, more than I want to breathe and if he rejects me, then I’ll be crushed.
He looks at me and a thousand reasons why he should send me packing pass through his eyes and I stand facing him, willing him to put me out of my misery. From the moment I met him, I felt a sexual attraction to him I’ve never felt with anyone before. Unlike my brother, I have shied away from physical contact with the opposite sex. Tobias became a sex addict and craved the contact with a willing female, that is until he met Anastasia and discovered he wanted a different kind of relationship. I don’t. I want the sex. The physical contact and the release that will give me. I want to channel my feelings into passion and drive the demons away. I want it to be the warrior who stands like a beast before me with his rough, crude tongue and wild manner. I need a strong man, nothing like the men I live among. I need someone so far removed from all that to set me on the right path and so I wait nervously for his decision as he battles with his own reasons why he should turn me away.
Then he speaks. “I’ll help you, Sophia, but not like this.”
I blink in shock and he cups my face in both his hands and stares deeply into my soul. “I will not fuck you; you deserve better than that. I will show you what it’s like to be loved by a man and then I will walk away. No strings attached and no emotions involved. Just pleasure. Those are my terms and are non-negotiable. Think on it and let me know your decision.”
“I accept.”
He laughs softly, “Don’t you want some time to think about it?”
I lick my lips nervously and his eyes darken. “No, I need it to be now because we have come too far to turn back.”
He nods and leans down and touches my lips with his with a feather light touch. This time it’s different. It’s soft and sexy and sends a tingle through me that builds the anticipation.
For a while, we just stand and kiss, slowly, seductively and with the promise of what’s coming.
Then he pulls away and I am shocked by the softness in his eyes as he whispers huskily, “Come with me.”
I take his hand and let him lead me to a door set in the corner of the room. My heart hammers inside as I prepare myself for something I’m not sure I want a repeat performance of.
As we walk into Maverick’s bedroom, I swallow hard as I look at the huge bed dominating the center of the room dressed in silken simplicity.
He turns to me and says gently, “Do you want to shower and check this is still what you want?”
“I know it’s what I want.”
He nods. “Then we will do this together, on your terms. Anytime you want me to stop, you say the word and I need you to know I will. Don’t be afraid of that because I’m not gonna hurt you, understand?”
I nod and shiver with anticipation. I can’t believe this is happening. Finally, and with a man like him.
I watch as Maverick steps back and reaching for his top lifts it cleanly off, standing before me bare chested and I can do nothing but stare. His muscles ripple against the tattoos that cover them, reminding me just who he is. The Grim Reaper mocks me as it stares back at me, reminding me of the killer he is and the killer I am in a roundabout way. Two people who know the bitterness of death suffered in the most horrific of ways.
Reaching out, I touch the face of the instrument of darkness and draw a deep breath as I press my lips to it; embracing it and making it my own. I will not fear death anymore. It’s an inevitable part of life and we owe it to ourselves to avoid it for as long as possible, but it’s always there - waiting. Maverick tenses under my lips and I feel him shudder against me. Raising my eyes to his, I am shocked at the power in those eyes looking down at me containing the blackest storm. He steps back and I watch as he removes his belt and lowers his jeans to the floor, standing before me naked and unashamed.
“What no pants?”
I make a joke because seeing Maverick hard and ready for battle makes me tremble with need. I feel a slick feeling between my legs and my pussy throbs with an urgent need. It’s calling to him and I marvel at how natural this is.
Without saying another word, I lift my own shirt above my head and toss it to the ground, before shrugging out of my skirt. I stand before him in just my underwear and a wish for him to make this count.
He does nothing and yet the look on his face is one of hunger. He wants to eat me alive, it’s there in his expression and gives me a bravery I need right now to finish the job. I unclasp my bra and shimmy out of my panties and stand before him as nature intended. Still no words are spoken, just loaded promises that hang in the air between us as I wait for him to show me what I’ve been missing out on. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the bed and grabbing my shoulders, sits me on the edge before kneeling at my feet. Then he growls, “I want to worship at your feet like the servant I am.”
His hands spread my knees apart and inches me slightly forward until I am open before him. I should feel embarrassed but I don’t, just curious. His face turns against my most private part and I feel his tongue flick against my clit which should disgust me but it doesn’t. His thumbs part the folds that guard it so well and he takes it into his mouth and sucks gently, causing me to wriggle as the most delicious feeling spreads through my body. His tongue licks and teases as I grind against his face unashamedly and without care. It feels so good and I moan as the pressure builds. It feels so wrong and yet so intoxicating I almost can’t breathe, and then he pushes me back against the bed and positions himself above me. Then he leans down and kisses me and I taste my desire on his tongue. It feels hot and dirty and I can’t get enough of it.
Then he kisses a trail down my face and sucks at my neck, biting and scraping the delicate flesh with his teeth.
I groan some more and feel his fingers edge lower and flick my clit with a sharpness that causes me to gasp and the wetness between my legs leaves a slippery trail that will help him inside. He rubs his cock against my opening and I wrap my legs around his waist and he whispers, “Are you sure you want this, honey?”
“Oh god, yes.”
He laughs against my chest as he sucks a nipple between his teeth and bites gently, causing me to moan a little louder. He growls, “Moan for me baby, moan my name and beg for it.”
It should feel wrong but it doesn’t as I groan loudly, “Fuck me, Maverick, please, I want you so badly.”
His fingers trace a path between my legs and he pushes them wider and laughs as I move up to meet him. I grind my pussy on his hand and feel so much heat tearing me apart. His fingers find their way inside and the hard friction causes me to pant with a desperation I have never felt before. “Please, I want more.”
I don’t care that I’m begging him, that doesn’t matter right now; what does is finishing what we’ve started because I’m like a greedy whore who can’t get enough. His fingers curl inside me and stroke me gently at first, then with an increased rhythm and I feel the pressure building as I buck against his hand, but it’s not en
ough. I want all of him, so I plead, “I want to feel you inside me, please.”
I’m only half aware that he reaches across and opens the drawer beside his bed and grabs a condom, tearing it from the packet with his teeth. I don’t even register the time he takes to protect us both while I lie waiting, a quivering mess of desire and excitement, craving what comes next more than life itself.
Then he leans down and kisses me hard and deep and with a passion that brings out the wild animal inside me, as he turns into a raging beast igniting a passion in me I never thought I had. Fisting his hair in my hands, I cry out, “Now, please, do it now.”
He needs no further invitation and thrusts in hard causing my pussy to clench and I cry out. Suddenly, he stops and whispers, “You ok, darlin’?”
“Yes.” I gasp as I realize I am. It doesn’t hurt, just a feeling of being so full I can’t move. Maverick is inside my mind, body and soul and I never want him to leave. It’s like a drug I need to survive and as he starts to move gently inside me, I feel him claim every part of me as he moves a little faster and then with an urgency that sends me over the edge. I dig my nails into his back as I scream his name, over and over again as he claims me as his. It’s rough, dirty and frantic and my sweat runs like a river that’s burst its banks as his balls slap against my ass and my legs wrap around his waist, bringing him deeper inside. He groans and says roughly, “Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Dig harder.”
I scrape my nails deeper and relish the gasp of pleasure that springs from his lips and reaching down cup his balls and hang on for grim death. I want all of him. I want to make this count. I want him so deep rooted inside me I swallow him whole. I need him to fuck me completely and fuck the images from my mind of the one who went before him. I only want to see him when I close my eyes at night and I need him to be brutal and claim my black soul.
We go on the ride of our life and I don’t know where this woman came from. I’m like a wild animal, an insatiable being that can’t get enough. He rolls to his back and pulls me up until I sit impaled on him and holding my hips gently rocks me against him so he fills every part of me. He grabs my breast like a hungry animal and sucks it till it hurts. I groan like a woman possessed and I am. By him. My clit drags against his shaft as I take him in deeper and won’t allow him out. I need him so badly and never want this to end. If this is my one chance at feeling, then I am making it count.
But my body has other ideas and suddenly it explodes with a feeling so intoxicating, I want it to last for ever. As Maverick roars, I scream so hard they must hear us in space as I clench his cock between my thighs and ride a wave like an accomplished surfer right to the end.
His arm reaches out and pulls me down hard against his chest and he kisses my hair and whispers, “You ok, baby?”
I’m shocked to feel the hot, wet tears leak to his cheeks as I come apart against him. He rubs my back and holds me tenderly and yet in the tightest embrace, as I lose total control and break down in his arms.
After a while, he whispers, “I hope those are happy tears, darlin’.”
I laugh against his chest with him still inside me and whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for showing me how amazing it can be. I will never be able to thank you enough.”
He continues to stroke my hair and says gruffly, “It’s only amazing because of you. That was special; you need to know that.”
I pull back and look at him in surprise and he strokes my cheeks and says gruffly. “Listen, baby, I’ve had sex more than hot dinners and it has never been like that. That was the best, you are the best and I want you to know that. It counted and now the only thing we have to worry about is that now I’ve found you, I doubt I’ll let you leave my side.”
He pulls my lips to his and kisses me so sweetly it blows my mind. Then as I lay my head on his chest and his arms wrap around me, I know just what he means. Nothing can ever be better than this, I’m finally here, I belong.
Chapter 12
Maverick
Now I’m screwed in every way possible. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I wasn’t letting her leave. How the fuck did this happen? That was the best sex of my entire life and it was because it was with her. Sophia Moretti. The woman I was always meant to find. As I cradle her in my arms, the situation hits home. I never wanted this—a woman. I’m a loner, best on my own, but now I couldn’t let her go if I tried. Will she look at me differently when she finds out my dirty little secret? Will she regret letting me in because she has every right to be pissed? She’s not the only one with secrets and mine threatens to blow her world apart.
As usual, I push the problem away to deal with another day. This is our day, mine and Sophia’s and now I need to show her how good it can be.
Sophia sighs and rolls to her side and says sadly, “Thanks, Maverick.”
Turning to face her, I lean on one elbow and play with her hair. “No thanks needed; I should be the one thanking you.”
Her lip trembles and once again the fear enters her eyes as she whispers, “I should go.”
“Where?”
She laughs a little self-consciously. “Maybe have a shower, grab some sleep, you know, the usual.”
“What’s wrong with doing that here?”
She looks surprised and I see a little of the fear lift from her eyes. “But I thought…”
“That it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, just business? Think again, darlin’ because I meant what I said back there. Things have changed and I want more.”
She smiles shyly and I watch in fascination as her whole face lights up. “Really?”
Leaning in, I kiss that heavenly mouth and whisper, “Forget what I said before, get your stuff, you’re moving in.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll do it for you. You see, when you make a deal with the devil, he kind of changes the rules as he goes along and you’re never free. Time to honor your agreement because I meant every word I said back there, you’re staying - end of conversation.”
Her eyes fill with tears and she smiles softly, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For caring enough to try. Nobody ever has and it means so much.”
She sits up and pulls the sheet to cover her breasts and says sadly, “I’ve always been alone. I was the pampered daughter of a Mafia Don. My two brothers made it impossible for me to mix with outsiders and I was guarded wherever I went. I met Carlos through school and we managed to keep it to ourselves for quite some time. Nobody else even tried to get close to me because it wasn’t worth the physical injury involved. When we lost our parents, Tobias became worse. I was by his side through the day and retreated to my room at night. If I went out, it was with the guards and none of them so much as looked at me in a different way because they knew the consequences if they did. So, you see, Maverick, nobody ever thought I was worth fighting for. I suppose when you grow up in those circumstances you start to believe it yourself. But you, you tried. You didn’t take no for an answer and the saddest thing of all, is that I’ve spoken more to you than anyone in the last five years. My brother wasn’t interested in what I did when I wasn’t with him. He was too busy getting screwed by his whores, or beating his enemies to a pulp. My only friend was our housekeeper, Mrs. Billings, and I don’t even call her by her first name. So, I’m sorry I was an easy lay and didn’t play hard to get like the women most men prefer. I’m sorry I gave it up like the many whores you’re used to, but you see, I never got many opportunities to play those games myself. If you think badly of me, then I’m sorry for that too, but I’m not sorry for what we just did. If it was the one and only time, I will not feel bad about that because finally I have seen first-hand what the fuss is all about.”
Sitting up to face her, I draw her lips to mine and taste the sweet lips of a woman I never thought I’d find. Yes, I’ve had many others before her, but none came close to stirring actual feelings inside me. That’s what makes her special and what makes her mine.
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sp; As I lower her down on the bed, once again I show her what that means to me, and by the time the night is over, I will have shown her over and over again.
5.30 am and I’m wide awake. Sophia is sleeping peacefully beside me and it seems a shame to wake her. She must be exhausted because I was intent on proving how much she meant to me all fucking night long. It was as if I couldn’t get enough. Any moment when part of me wasn’t in contact with her was immediately rectified and if anyone deserves to rest, it’s her. But I have other plans and gently shake her awake, “Come on, darlin’, no slacking.”
“What time is it?” She rubs her eyes and I’m in two minds whether to break with my routine and indulge in a different form of exercise but figure she needs the rest, so say firmly, “It’s time to take that morning run.”
“Really?”
Her eyes snap open wide in disbelief and I laugh softly. “I need you in top condition to keep up with me and it starts today. Now, unless you want to join me and run naked, save for a pair of shorts, I suggest you head back to your room and meet me in ten outside.”
Groaning, she pulls herself up and shakes her head. “Fine, have it your way.”
“Oh, I will, darlin’ and I’ll have it again and again and again.”
I wink and she rolls her eyes, laughing softly. How I love the sound of it and love the fact her eyes are filled with a sparkle that wasn’t there before. Sophia is starting to come to life before my eyes and it’s an incredible sight.
She leaves and I jump in the shower to wash away a night of passion that equaled no other. It felt good and nothing like I thought it would. Normally as soon as I fuck a woman, I’m keen for her to leave. Hardly chivalrous I know, but I’m not interested in them past the obvious. Millie was always accommodating but started to make demands that were never on offer. She’ll be pissed when she sees me with Sophia, but I can’t help that. I never pretended we were anything but what normally happens between a biker and whore.
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