Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I didn’t-”
“Don’t lie to me!” he bellows, “I’m so fuckin’ sick of your lies. I trusted you, dammit. I fuckin’ trusted you. Worse, I fuckin’ loved you.”
He loved me?
He loves me?
My heart explodes, and tears roll down my cheeks. “Maverick, please, just listen...”
“Done listening to the filth that pours out of your mouth. When we’re done with Treyton, I’ll deal with you.”
“Just listen-”
He steps forward, hand lashing out and curling into my hair. He pulls me forward, pain shooting through my scalp. He slams me against him, and he’s rock hard between us. Heat pools between my legs, and damned if I know why. This is the most volatile situation I’ve ever been in, and yet, I’m so incredibly turned on. The way his panting breaths tickle my lips, makes me want to take him right here.
He tugs my hair harder, and in a raspy tone, says, “Beautiful, but your beauty is just a mask, isn’t it?”
I whimper.
“Did it feel good to know you hurt me? That you won? That I let someone in, finally, and that someone was you? Did you get satisfaction out of knowing what you did?”
“Maverick, please,” I whimper. “It’s not what you think.”
“Lie to me again,” he threatens, stepping even closer, hand curling around my hip and jerking me against him so I’m rocking against his cock, “and see what happens?”
“I’m not lyi-”
He moves me so fast, I can’t even finish my sentence. He spins me around, bending me over the edge of the bed, and then he jerks my dress up, exposing my white panties. He brings his hand down over my ass, hard and firm, and I cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Maverick, stop!” I cry, but deep down, I don’t want him to stop.
Heat pools between my legs, like lava travelling through my body.
He slaps me again. “God fuckin’ damn you, Scarlett.”
Tears roll down my cheeks.
Tears for him.
“Maverick.”
“Want me to stop, I’ll stop, won’t take what isn’t handed to me freely. If you don’t want me to stop, then I’ll keep goin’, but don’t you fuckin’ open your mouth and lie to me again.”
“I’m not lying, I swear to-”
Thwack.
I cry out as a burning pain shoots through my bottom.
“Fuck you, Scarlett.”
Anger joins in with the hurt, and the frustration, and the pleasure.
“No. Fuck you.”
Thwack.
“Say that again,” he warns, and I can hear the button of his jeans pop open as he jerks my panties to the side.
“Fuck. You.”
Thwack.
I cry out, gripping the sheets, as his hits become harder, rougher. He’s angry. He’s taking it out on me. And I want him to.
Am I sick for loving how good it feels?
He steps forward, and the head of his cock finds my entrance. Without warning, or build up, he slides inside with one, angry thrust. I cry out. He grunts. And then he starts fucking me, hard and dirty, one hand curling into my hair and jerking my head back, the other continuing its assault on my ass. I scream out. I don’t care who might hear. A mix of pain and pleasure takes over my body, and I can’t see, I can’t think, I can’t do anything but feel the burn of his cock inside my pussy.
“Fuck you, Scarlett,” he barks, fucking me so hard our skin slaps, echoing through the room.
“Hit me, you fucking asshole!”
He slaps me again.
Thrust.
Slap.
Thrust.
Slap.
I scream out as an orgasm unlike any I’ve ever felt, rips through my body. My knees give way, and Maverick moves quickly, hooking an arm around my stomach and hauling me up against him as he fucks me harder, slamming into me until a feral grunt escapes his lips, and he finds his release.
Rage fills me.
Rage and hurt.
And guilt.
And I’m so damned tired of nobody listening to me.
So damned tired.
He had his moment.
Now I will have mine.
When he pulls out of me, I calmly lean down and pull my panties up, pull my dress down, run my hands through my hair, and then turn, striding towards the door.
They will listen.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’?” Maverick barks.
I ignore him.
I step out of the door, and walk down the hall to where all the bikers are sitting, gathered around, talking amongst themselves. No doubt about me.
Some of them smirk when I come in.
Others just glare at me.
Mal is the one that steps forward, but I put my hand up.
“You think you all scare me?” I say, my voice loud. I see Maverick appear out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t acknowledge him. “You think that even for a single second, that you would frighten me?”
Mal stares at me, eyes narrowed. I pull out my phone, bringing a picture up, and walk towards him.
“I’ve known fear far worse than anything any of you have showed me today. But you won’t let me speak. You won’t let me tell you. So now, I’m not giving you a choice.”