Maybe she wasn’t free if she was building another trap for herself. It was possible that she’d become more screwed up than she realized if she wanted a man who had been nothing but gentle to her and with her to punish her. Delilah didn’t stop herself, and therefore, she didn’t stop him. It was as if punishing him made their loveless genuine. It returned the leverage taken from her when his tender pursuit gave him access to her heart. Now he was used her body as she had used his feelings against him. And she regretted it.
Maverick grabbed her by the hip and flipped her like a fish on the table. He ripped the back of her sweater right down the middle. Tore it from her. Her shirt too. Delilah closed her eyes to the aggression, telling herself he should go further, fearing inside he would. She said terrible things to him and even laughed when he was too rough. She dared him to punish her.
The slam of his pelvis into her backside delivered on the forceful intent of his dick. And his rapid pelvic thrusts sent him through her. His cock rammed in and out of her as she grew wetter with each deep plunge. She choked on air as her vagina seizure and she took control of their rhythm. The unnecessary roughness sent a burst of satisfaction through her emotional state. Maverick grabbed her by the back of the neck with one hand and pinned her arms behind her back by holding both of her wrists with the other. His grip on the back of her neck and tightened. She surged forward each and every time he delivered on his hard fucks. And they came in rapid succession. She felt him deeper than humanly possible. Her forehead bumped the surface of the table a couple times, thanks to his unrelenting pursuit. There was a stream of obscenities from him, and then he stopped just as she neared climax. It was as abrupt as the sex play when it had begun. He let go. She looked back at him, panting with excitement almost wild with anticipation of the next payoff. Where was it? He owed her a finale. Maverick walked away, zipping his pants.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Come back here!” she shouted.
“We aren’t done! You hear me! We aren’t done!” she shouted after him.
Maverick slammed the bedroom door behind him. He had never abandoned her during sex before, no matter how much he protested against her increasingly rough sexual demands. Delilah lifted from the table. She pulled off her tattered sweater, bra, and shirt. She stepped out of her jeans that were gathered at her ankles. In nothing but her soiled panties that he had loved her in. She put both hands to her head as she paced outside of the bedroom door, trying to work through her emotions. She was so sexually frustrated she felt crazy in her head. Sex freed her. Sex had changed her. It kept her sane. It also made her happy. He had no right to take it from her. What else did she have? A house full of judgmental parents, a best friend who was kidnapped and missing because of a madman, and a whole town who thought she was slut, and a pariah because of her husband. All she had was this, and Maverick was taking it away. Who the hell was he to defy her!
She punched the door with her hand as hard as she could and winced because it hurt. The hurtful things she said to him could not be taken back. And if he opened the door, she was going to say more hurtful things.
So she kept pacing.
And pacing.
And pacing.
Why was she sabotaging the most important and meaningful relationship she’s ever had with a man? The boiling rage in her gut began to cool. Delilah feared Maverick had not only locked her out of the room but out of his heart, and that feeling was a cold dose of reality. When she tried the door, she found it was unlocked. That was a good sign until he looked up when she entered. He didn’t want her pursuit. Maybe he thought she’d finally give up and let him go. But no matter how good or bad it would become between them, she had no intentions of letting him go. His comfort was all she had.
“It’s okay, Maverick. What happened out there, I mean, I wanted it.”
He frowned in disgust. “You want me to fuck you like some savage? Be angry with you? Why?” Maverick asked. “So you can claim I attacked you and win the custody case to take my son away from me?”
“No! Never!” she said in horror. “I’m so sorry. That was me, not you.”
“Get the fuck out! Get out!” he shouted at her.
“Don’t push me away; let me explain. Please,” she reasoned. “I like sex now. And I’m learning what I like. I think I like it rough. Sometimes when you’re rough, I like it. When you aren’t, it doesn’t, it makes me; I feel like you’re treating me like I’m fragile, special.”
“What the fuck? You really are screwed up,” he laughed.
His laughter stung, but she withstood it. “I mean, I don’t want to be special or different. I want to be normal. My normal. And I feel that way here with you when I have no obligations to you or anyone.”
“And what if I don’t want your little rape fantasies?” he asked.
“Don’t say that word. That’s not what it is?”
“Power struggles in sex crosses lines that get blurred really quick, lady!”
“Don’t call me lady! I’m Delilah! See me! See me damn it! I want sex, plenty of it, and my way, and that’s not wrong!” She shouted at him.
He shook his head. Her eyes welled with tears of shame. “What if I don’t want to hurt you? What then?” He asked. Stunned, she couldn’t even find the words to speak. Maverick looked shaken by what he’d done. “I’m not a bad man,” he said. “But I’ve done some very bad shit, Delilah. You don’t want to know that side of me. You don’t want to push me into darkness. That is not who I want to be. You want to be normal, well, so do I. Coming here, escaping the city, and bonding with that kid, you keep telling me I’m a father, too, is my second chance. And you’re fucking with me. So ask yourself, why do I allow it? Why did I sit in that courtroom and negotiate this? Give you all the power. Ask yourself why!”
“Why Maverick? Tell me?” she asked.
“Because I have nothing left but this chance. This chance with Noah and you. One last chance to get it right. And I can’t have you fucking with me like this.” He got up from the bed and walked toward the door. Delilah blocked him from leaving. She placed her hands on his chest to make him stay.
“I apologize.”
“Go home. We’ll deal it with tomorrow. I can’t do this hot and cold with you anymore.”
“You sure? You sure want me to go?” She could see his anguish in his eyes. “I said I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for what we’ve been doing for the past few days. For abusing your trust. For using you like this. Okay? Everybody deserves a second chance Maverick. Me and you deserve one, okay?” When she reached her hand inside the front of his jeans, she found he still had a meaningful erection. He may not want to be the man that fucked her like a savage, but he was the man who enjoyed it. She could tell. Delilah unzipped his jeans. She pushed them down and went to her knees, determined to have her way. Maverick clasped his hands behind his head, and his chest expanded so vast it was as if the lion tattooed over it roared as she took his erection into her mouth and down her throat.
Delilah’s mouth was even hotter when his penis slid in. She didn’t need his guidance. The first time he showed her how to suck his dick had been awkward, but she was a good student. Maverick eyes rolled back under his closing lids, and his head titled back. His hips thrust forward, and his buttocks clenched as he fucked her face and went more in-depth. The suction and her deep throat broke his wall of resistance. He latched his right hand to the back of her head so he could keep driving his dick in with a fast-paced tempo. Her fingers curled over the back of his thighs, and her nails scratched his skin. His teeth scraped over his length when he went too far down her throat, and he liked it. Heat blasted through his pelvis, and it felt as if lava poured through the veins in his legs. Maverick bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep from climaxing.