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I twisted my neck to look up at what was restraining my hands, but I couldn’t see anything but shadows. His dominance was a double-edged thing for me. I reveled in it, but having been someone else’s plaything for so long, I didn’t want to jump right backinto that kind of dynamic. He did it all so much better than Ivan, though. All my orgasms with Ivan were self-inflicted and weak in comparison, for one.
Maverick licked a long, languorous stroke from my ass to my clit, and I convulsed, bucking against his face and moaning like a pornstar.
“Damn it, Maverick. No. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I’m never going to stop doing things to your body that make sounds like that come out of you.” He lapped at my pussy, the growls from deep in his throat adding to the buzzing through my overstimulated core. I couldn’t grasp at the bedsheets, all tethered up like this. I couldn’t bite the corner of the pillow either. All I could do was screech and whine like a vulgar banshee as he lapped at my clit and pumped two curled fingers into me. He devoured me like a starving demon. So far, I’d seen nothing of his icy reputation; that dauntless enigma was just a face with a much more complex and chewy center. The lewd slurping and growling sounds he made clawed at my desire.
My legs trembled, my chest heaved. The wet, squelching from the pulsing of his fingers in and out of my quivering channel built a more demanding hunger inside me until I thought I might cry.
I had to come, but it was too much. I had nothing left to give. This was torture. Why couldn’t I come? I needed release—now. “Please,” I cried. Bucking my hips up, grinding against his face with no shame, I let out a long whine, begging for relief until, finally, when I thought I’d die, I exploded, spurting all over his face. Screaming until my throat was raw.
He refused to let up, except to praise me as my intense orgasm kept on and on. And on. “That’s it, monstre… Good girl… Good fucking girl,” he mumbled against my folds as he continued lapping away at me.
I was red hot with embarrassment at the mess I’d made all over him when he popped his head up, grinning at me. “How’s it going now? You wanna stay the night?”
I glared at him, overheated and overwhelmed with shame, but he didn’t seem to notice.
With a shake of his head and a mock frown, he sighed. “Nope. Not yet. Again.” He dipped his head back down, licking me some more.
“No,” I yelped, trying to wriggle away, but I couldn’t move. He kept at me, sucking and swirling his tongue around my overstimulated clit like it was the first time rather than the unquantifiable number of orgasms he’d already given me. I screamed and writhed, begging for mercy. I hated it, but the exquisite pain felt deserved. It was mine and mine alone. Always a part of me.
It stripped me bare, and even though I never stopped begging him to stop, I erupted again. This time, a cold and broken sputter, tears streaming down my face, flowing with snot and spit. I couldn’t even open my eyes, ashamed of myself, of how I must have looked, of what my body told him about me, of how much I wanted.
How needy I was.
And I knew after all he’d wrung out of me, he’d be done soon.
He lifted his head. “Now?”
The turmoil inside me was a sedated kind of beast now. Too exhausted and fully subdued, heavy-lidded and boneless, I couldn’t fight him if he started tattooing “Property of Maverick” across my belly. The idea flared a heat inside me, and I stacked it onto the pile of shame I’d live with forever more. “Fine… I’ll stay. But I have work tomorrow.”
He sighed as if sipping a cold drink on a hot summer’s day. “That’s my good girl,” he rasped. Shuffling up behind me, he pulled me in close. He didn’t untie me, and I was too tired to ask him to, but we fell asleep spooning.
Reaper and me—tied to his bed with his magical shadows.
Chapter Forty-Seven: The Price of Freedom
Maverick
When I woke withthe sun trailing across my eyes, her hand was draped over my chest, the other one still tethered to the headboard with shadow. My cock stiffened, but I knew she had to be weak and sore after what I’d put her through, so I slipped out from under her, pulled on some shorts and distracted myself with breakfast.
As I fried bacon and potatoes, waiting for her to wake up famished, I plotted how to convince her to stay tied to my bed forever. It might take some time, but she could eat breakfast in bed while I ate her, and then I’d throw the dishes on the floor and fuck her tight little pussy again. And again. I could spoil her with a warm sponge bathright there.
I could keep her forever. My perfect fuck toy.
It was more than that, but I couldn’t examine that right now.
Keeping her here now didn’t feel right. Not yet. My intuition was screaming. I had to think. Once I knew her game, I’d know better how to break her for me.
With a regretful groan, I snuck back into the bedroom. Stopping to watch her gently snore, beautifully tied to my bed. Something in my ribcage tightened uncomfortably. I swallowed the lump in my throat.What the fuck?She had to be enchanted whether she knew it or not.
Maybe it was something Ivan did to her, the sick fuck.
Or she was a hunter, and I was her mark. I shook my head and untied her before she woke up.
Shooting a quick text to Lux asking if there’d been any sight of a hunter searching for us, I snatched a couple slices of bacon out of the pan to munch on. “Fuck I’m hungry,” I muttered.
The floor creaked in the bedroom. She was up. My heart jumped and wouldn’t settle down as I waited for her. I scrambled some eggs when she shut the door to the bathroom so they’d be ready when she came in. The time it took for those eggs to cook and Tess to finish whatever she was doing in there was an excruciating age. Three minutes never lasted three centuries before. When Tess sauntered into the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts, her gorgeous, bare thighs on display, I nearly forgot who I was.
