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He showed her what he wanted in other ways that made her think. He gave her time, never rushing, despite forcing her to marry him. He'd allowed her to get used to him in her own time. Time for her to accept the changes in her life.

While she wasn't sure if she could live under his control for the rest of her life, she knew Maverick wasn't a bad person. He was doing what his heart needed.

He had no other options.

The judge wrongly sentenced him.

Now, he was taking back his life. And that was sexy to her.

He eased back, sucking on her lower lip. She took another breath, surprised she could draw air into her lungs. He softened the nip with a caress of his tongue.

Her jaw loosened, and her mouth opened. Instead of plunging inside of her and taking advantage of her lack of experience, he continued to kiss her lips. She had less experience than him because of her age, and while most girls were experimenting with sex in their twenties, she was taking care of his daughter.

He sucked her bottom lip.

Licked her top lip.

Finally, he sealed his mouth to her lips and dominated her. The heat of his tongue weakened her resolve. She stroked her tongue against his, testing her desire.

Her pussy spasmed in response.

Maverick groaned. Her lower body fluttered, and she widened her legs, waiting for the sensation to hit her again.

His tongue came out to meet hers, and his breath quickened. Her sex throbbed, and she slammed her thighs together.

Maverick shifted, putting his knee between her legs on the bed. The hardness of his cock pressed against her hip. She grabbed his biceps. Almost on top of her, he seemed larger than life.

Maverick was a man. An experienced, hardened man. Part of that equation excited her. The other half frightened her.

"Do it," she whispered against his lips.

He grunted in answer. The vibration against her mouth traveled through her.

The hand between her legs moved to her stomach. She lifted her butt off the mattress as he pulled the material down over her hips and then to her thighs. He shifted away from her, pulling her shorts and panties off her legs, and then rolled right back against her, putting his thick thigh against her mound.

She dug her nails into his arms. Not to push him away but to hold him close.

Maverick put his forehead on her forehead. He turned his head and coughed, jostling them both. She swept his hair back.

Several seconds later, he had control again over whatever his throat was doing to him, and his fingers moved. She held still, focusing on his hand. His fingers. She gasped when he slid inside of her. His thumb.

He trailed a hot path down her slit until his fingers cupped her ass while his thumb remained inside of her. Her nipples tingled, constricting tighter. Anticipation and pleasure brewed in her lower body, and she lay there waiting to see what he would do next. Almost afraid of what he would do next, but unable to stop him.

"Maverick?" she whispered.

He stilled and looked into her eyes.

"Just...don't hurt me."

"With you." He cleared his throat. "I'm Skye's dad."

She nodded, not quite understanding what he meant. Except, he would never hurt Skye. He would never raise a hand to her or yell at her. Whatever he was around the other Havlin Motorcycle Club members and whatever he was like in prison, he was not that man inside the house when they were alone.

And while she semi-understood, she couldn't separate the truth. He'd kidnapped her. He'd threatened her. He'd held her hostage. He'd forced her to marry him.

Nobody was going to believe her if she told them what happened.

He inhaled deeply, slipping his hand underneath her knee and bringing her leg over his hip. "I won't hurt you."

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