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“Good. I think you are our equal.” I kiss her softly, but pull back quickly.

“What’s wrong?”

“You are distracting.”

“Maybe we need a distraction,” she smirks.

“If I start tonight, I won’t want to stop.” I take a deep breath. “Baby, I can’t be gentle.”

“Then don’t,” she says. “I don’t need you to go slow or gentle.”

“Be sure,” I growl.

Chapter Twenty-One

Saphira

Itip back my head and look into his swirling eyes. “I’m sure,” I say firmly. He stares, gauging my sincerity.

“What is your word?” he asks.

“Collar.” He spins me to face the window and I gasp, my palms hitting the glass, his body flush with my back.

“I noticed you can’t see through the window from the outside,” he says, his hands resting beside my head.

“My brothers tempered the glass with their fire.” I thought it was unnecessary.

“Good, so I can fuck you against the window,” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I groan, my heart speeding. His urgency and statement of not being gentle makes the heat rise.

“Unbutton your pants,” he says. My heart squeezes.

“I want you to do it,” I say, and he tenses.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Maverick. I trust you.” I never thought I could trust a man as much as I do him and King. I know they wouldn’t hurt me.

He moves slowly, sliding his hands down the glass and hovering in front of me. He waits for any objections for a moment before opening my pants. It’s freeing. As my zipper lowers, I tremble, eager. He claims gentleness won’t be a part of our time together, but he’s being nothing but.

“Fuck, baby.” He pushes his hands inside my pants and slides his palms to my hips. He crouches, pulling as he lowers. “I love your ass.” He nips at my cheek and taps my ankle. “Lift.” I bit my lip as the leather is removed.

His fingertips glide up the back of my legs, teasing the inside of my thighs and outlining my panties. I clench my jaw when he slips a finger underneath the fabric.

“Maverick,” I grit out. He promised fast, but he’s holding back. “You don’t have to go slow.”

“I know,” he says. “Are you wet?”

“Of course,” I growl, and he chuckles.

“Not enough.” He fists the side of my underwear, ripping.

“Shit,” I moan as the cool air hits me, and the other side is subjected to the same treatment.

“Spread,” he demands, and I lean further against the glass, moving my feet apart. I feel the roughness of his jeans rub against my ankles as he slides between them. He’s so close I can feel his breath. I expect him to take away the fabric, but he uses one hand to grab the front and the other to pull on the back. “Hold still,” he says, and a tug-of-war starts.

“Oh my god,” I whisper as the fabric rubs through my lips. “Maverick.” He sucks on the skin of my ass, moving faster and faster. I can’t help the thrust of my hips, wanting more.

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