His eyes darken. “Should’ve thought about that before you let me fuck you in the woods and treat you like the little whore that you are.” He presses his hips against me, and I suck in a breath, wanting him inside of me.
“You treat every girl you fuck like a little whore?”
He swallows. “Yeah, but it’s different.”
I trail a finger down over his arm, over his tattoos. “How so?”
“I never want them again.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing and sucking me. I close my eyes and arch my back. “But you… Ella... I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“Not even Sid?”
His teeth sink deeper into my neck and I cry out, my nails digging into his back. He gasps, his mouth coming off of me as he moves his head to stare down at me. “We’re not talking about Sid right now.”
“I want to.” I let my fingers skim over his wounds, the flesh still rough under my fingertips. And it feels like…there are more wounds. Suddenly, I want to see it all. I want to look again, but I know he won’t let me up right now.
If I keep talking about his sister, though, maybe he’ll get up.
I don’t know why I find it so fascinating, knowing this perverse part of him. But I do. “Is she why you hurt yourself?” It’s a guess, but I did a search. Saw what marks from a whip look like, what they can do to someone’s back.
That’s what these look like.
He presses his brow to mine. “We’re not talking about that. Or her.”
“You feel bad for fucking her, Mavy?”
“Ella.”
But I feel it, his cock growing harder against me. “Are you ever jealous? Jealous your brother got a dirty little whore, and you had to let her go? Jealous about what they might be doing, even now?”
“Stop,” he whispers against my mouth, his eyes closed.
“Are you mad she was your sister and not his?” I press, dragging my fingertips up and down his back lightly, feeling his muscles twitch. “You ever want to fuck her again, and not because she’s hot, but because she’s your sister and it makes you want her all the more?”
“Ella, shut up.” But he’s breathing hard, his hands tightening in the sheets beside my head. I wrap my legs around him, needing him. Craving him and all of his demons.
“What did she let you do to her, Maverick?” My lips brush his, and his eyes are still closed, his brow furrowed, as if he’s in pain. “Are you mad at Lucifer because he got to knock her up, and you didn’t—”
His eyes fly open and he circles my throat with his hand, squeezing so hard I can’t breathe. “Shut up, Ella. Shut the fuck up.”
I smirk at him, even though my eyes are watering as he reaches between us and yanks down the boxers of his that I’m wearing. He pulls his shorts down his hips, too, and I feel his cock, hard and thick, against my skin.
He presses his lips to mine, loosening his hold on my throat as he bites me, sucking on my lower lip.
“Did you want to?” I whisper, my hands going to his face. “Did you want to be the one to save her? You couldn’t save your real brother, so you wanted to be the one to come inside of her—”
“You stupid girl.” He grabs my face, his fingers digging into my cheek so hard the skin scrapes against my molars. “You have no idea—”
“Keep telling me your secrets, Maverick,” I interrupt, gripping his face how he’s gripping mine. “Tell me everything that makes you so sick in the head.”
His jaw is clenched. I can see it and feel it, beneath my fingers digging into him. “You wanna know what makes me sick, Ella?” he taunts me, squeezing my lips together as he lifts my head up with his hand under my chin, pressing his brow to mine.
I slowly nod my head, my face aching in his grip.
“What makes me sick has nothing to do with her.” He smirks at me, his eyes boring into mine. “And it has everything to do with you, right now. Right now, I want to hurt you. I want to make you cry.” His grip tightens, as if he’s emphasizing his point. “I want you to scream at me, to tell me to stop as I fuck you with your face against the mattress. I want to hit you so hard, you can’t speak. I want to bruise you, Ella, and not just your body.” He kisses me violently, and I buck my hips, needing him, but he won’t give it to me, even though I know he’s as turned on as I am. “I want bruises on your face from my hands, and I want you to fight me back.”
He reaches between us, guides himself into me, thrusting so hard, I feel pain before I feel the pleasure. He doesn’t let go of my face, doesn’t put my head down as he pumps into me slowly, but hard enough to make me bite the inside of my cheek.
“I want you to fight me back, to cry, to make it very fucking clear you don’t want this.”
My hands go to his chest, my breasts bouncing under his shirt as he slams into me again, jostling my entire body.
“And what makes me sick in the head is that I’m not gonna stop.”
I shove against him as he fucks me, a smile on his face at my futile attempts to get him off of me, even though I don’t want him to stop.
I want this, too.
I’m sick, too.
“I’m not gonna stop, and you know what that is, don’t you?”
He lets go of my face, then presses his palm against my cheek, turning my neck to the side as he fucks me, speaking into my ear. “That’s a crime, Ella. It’s a fucking felony, and I don’t care because you’re not gonna tell anyone.”
He pulls out of me, flips me over and slides his arm under my hips, jerking them up so I’m on all fours.
His chest is against my back as he keeps talking, but his fingers…they’re…there. Where I don’t want him.
I tense, shaking my head and trying to push back against him. “No, Maverick, I told you—”
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck what you told me, Ella.” His thumb circles the tight opening and I bite my lip, still shaking my head, unmoving. Because he wouldn’t. But then he puts two fingers inside of my pussy, murmuring about how wet I am as he coats my wetness against my ass, helping his thumb get inside of me.
“I don’t give a fuck and you’re not gonna say a word, Ella, and do you know why?” His thumb is inside of me and it burns.
I close my eyes, every muscle of my body coiled with tension as he presses further into me. His lips graze my ear.
“Answer me when I ask you a fucking question. Do you know why?”
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, I do relax. “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.”