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“Because you’re a Queen, J. And Queens make the fucking rules. All this?” He gestures around us with the gun. “This is your chess board, baby. You control the game. So,” he tucks the gun into the back of his waistband before dropping his hands to his sides, “I’m gonna ask you one more time, and remember, a Queen never repeats herself… what is it that you want?”

I bring my head up and over to meet his gaze, expelling a long, drawn-out sigh. My eyes shift the opposite direction, back toward JP, Daphne, and the rest of the party, and I feel my body start to turn out of obligation.

I make it half a step. Half a step before I risk a final glance back toward Maverick, and all resistance gives way. “Shit,” I whisper, my jaw setting with determination. “Fuck it.”

I turn on a dime, sprinting toward that six-foot-four bundle of toxic bad decisions all wrapped up in his sexy-as-fuck tattooed muscular frame. I leap over Trent’s crumpled unconscious body, and into Maverick’s arms, slamming into his chest and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pulls me into him, his lips crashing into mine as my entire body electrifies from the connection. His left arm hooks under my ass to support me while his right hand snakes up the back of my neck, gripping a fistful of my hair at the roots. Maverick rips my head back, exposing the column of my neck, which he thoroughly licks from my collarbone, all the way up to the sweet spot behind my ear. He finishes the move off with a growl, and I swear on all that’s holy I almost come right then and there.

My hands fist his hair, pulling his lips back into mine as I grind shamelessly against him. It’s been so long since I let myself feel anything even remotely resembling uninhibited pleasure. Ever since the incident, I can’t even touch myself without feeling guilty or dirty. Like I’m not supposed to move on yet. Like it hasn’t been enough time.

Mav’s grip on my roots stays strong, holding my head in place as his lips hover mere inches from mine. “You fucked up now, baby.”

“Oh, yeah?” I pant, my eyes pinging between his lips and those deep jade irises. Fuck. How have I never noticed how hypnotizing his eyes are? “Why’s that?”

“Because…” he bites down on my lower lip, so hard I taste the metallic tinge of blood before he sucks me into his mouth and releases me with a pop, “up until thirty seconds ago, there was still a chance I’d let you go.”

“Who said I’m even yours to keep?” I arch a brow, leaning back to level him with a glare, though I’m still wrapped around his perfectly-chiseled torso.

“Oh, you can run if you want.” He slaps my left ass cheek hard before palming it, digging his fingers into my denim clad flesh. “But just know after tonight, there’s no scenario where I don’t chase you.”

CHAPTER 10

MAV

Her thighs are still wrapped around my waist and between the warmth of her center pressed up against me and my hand on her ass, my dick could punch through concrete right now. My hand slips inside her flannel and snakes up the side of her torso, the tips of my fingers igniting in sparks as they caress her bare skin.

Fuck. She’s so soft.

It’s effortless, supporting her midair. The way she fits around me in my arms is perfection. Like she was fucking made for me.

The piece of shit on the ground in front of us groans, and without breaking her eye contact, I kick my boot into his face. He sputters before falling silent once more, and I feel her clench around me. My Queen doesn’t shy away from violence. I smirk at the realization. She really was made for me.

Her top teeth draw in her lower lip and, for the millionth time this week, I can’t help but imagine how beautiful her mouth would look wrapped around my cock. If Bent was worried about me rocking the boat before, he should be really concerned now because I will sink the whole fucking fleet for this one.

Slivers of moonlight filter in through the cover of the trees, illuminating the soft features of her face, and I’m able to see the faint traces of blood. It’s splattered across her cheek from when she unleashed her vengeance upon the waste of space at my feet. The sheer sight of the remnants of her wrath streaking her skin like a fierce warrior drives me to the point of madness. I release her side, fisting her hair once more and yanking her head to the left as I lick the blood from her skin in one long stroke. She shudders within my grasp and my grip on her ass tightens.

Her phone rings, shattering the silence that’s settled around us and snapping us back to reality.

“Shit,” she hisses. “That’s JP.”

She reaches behind her to pull the phone from her back pocket, the shimmying movement causes her pussy to graze over my dick, and I groan in response to the contact.

She smirks at me, swiping up and putting the phone to her ear. “Yo.”

At this proximity I can hear him on the other end.

“Baby J, you’re breaking the rules. Out in the open, remember? Where you at?”

“I had to pee. I’ll be out in a second.”

“Well, hurry up. Field trip’s over. Daph’s officially worn out my last nerve.”

“I’ll be right out.” She disconnects the call before redirecting her attention to me. “Time’s up, Bishop. Time to give me back.”

She unhooks her ankles and slowly drops her legs to the ground. When her body breaks contact from my own, it’s like my breath is ripped from my lungs at the loss of her touch.

“You should probably get out of here,” she tells me. “I’ll figure out what to do with this shithead.”

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