Page 59 of Saviors

I moaned and melted in his hold as he attacked me. There was nothing controlled about his touch. The complete opposite of Reid, who orchestrated my every move.

Mav demanded and took what he wanted. Commanded me with roughness and aggression. Not that I was trying to stop him. I needed this as much as he did.

By the time he pulled back, my entire body had flooded with desire. The wetness of it was dripping down my thighs as he stared at me with those dark, dangerous eyes.

“Knees.” I loved when they ordered me. Took away my choice. Then I didn’t have to face what I was doing. Confront the fact that it was wrong to want all three of them.

I wobbled as he released me, pushing my shoulder until my legs buckled. But instead of fighting it. I gave in, sinking to my knees in the thick carpet. My lips parted with eagerness.

Butterflies floated in my stomach as he ran a gentle hand over my cheek. I expected him to be rough, but this softness was disarming. My head tilted into his palm as he skimmed his fingers along my jaw. I felt his care in every gesture. And I savored it. Grabbed onto it as if I was starving.

“Look at you dropping to your knees for me like a slut.” The breath shuddered from my lungs.

His harsh words were such a contrast from the intimacy of his touch. And it was the dichotomy that I loved so much. The unexpected that made me excited for what would happen next.

“Undo my pants.”

My insides tumbled as I jumped to his order again. My hands twitched as I pushed the button open. The zipper echoed in my ears as I slid it down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and my breath caught when his hard cock sprang free. It bobbed inches from my face, making my mouth water.

The urge to lean forward clawed at my insides. I wanted to swallow him down. Feel the void of pleasure. But I waited for him.

“Open.” My lipstick smeared along his thumb as he pushed into my bottom lip, forcing me to do as he commanded. As soon as I did, he shoved his finger inside.

I gagged as he pressed it against my tongue. He choked me with one harsh assault. My hands flew to his thighs. My nails dug in and I gasped at his rough treatment. But I didn’t push him away. Didn’t stop.

“You want me to use this hot little mouth? Force you to take my cock down your throat until you’re choking on it? Fuck it until my cum is dripping off your chin?”

My eyes watered as he pressed his thumb along my tongue. I took short, sharp breaths through my nose as he used my mouth like he said. I watched as a drop of precum slid down his cock. His forcefulness turned me on. Made me want more.

My nipples tightened as I saw the desire in his expression. My spit clung to his finger as he pulled it from my lips with a wet pop. He rubbed my saliva along the head of his cock, mixing it with his precum.

“Use me. Please.”

I craved being desired like this. Being devoured, but only because it was him. Because they’d set limits. Maverick grabbed my chin. Pain pressed into my jaw as he jerked my gaze to his.

“What color is a pomegranate?”

I knew I could make everything stop with one word.

Red.

But I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to jump deeper into this. Into him. My lips curved into a smile. “Green.”

The dimple on his cheek poked out as he grinned down at me. “What a fucking slut.”

His insult sounded like praise. It vibrated through my veins. Made me desperate for him. For more.

I didn’t have to wait long. Maverick dropped his hold on my chin, but only to grasp my hair. He wrapped it like a ponytail around his fist. My scalp burned as he pulled tight. But that bit of pain only sent my desire soaring.

My mouth fell open in shock as he jerked my head forward. He used it to his advantage, shoving his cock between my lips. He didn’t ease in. Didn’t start slow. He slammed the tip to the back of my throat, stealing my breath.

“Three taps on my legs and it all stops, belladonna.”

My fingers curled into his thighs, telling him I wouldn’t tap out. The blood roared in my ears. The desire pounded through my veins as hard as his cock in my face.

A part of me wanted to hate this. Wanted to believe I was still the girl from before. The one who liked polite and neat sex. The one who wasn’t broken.

But the truth was, I wasn’t that person anymore. I never would be again.

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