Page 126 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I also recognized that my mother had trauma as a child, and then she married a man that furthered that trauma for her. Whenever my parents argued or fought, and I would hear that door slam, I would watch as she cleaned things that had already been cleaned. All the wash cloths in the linen closet would be color coded and separated by the material on the small tags. It was my father who triggered her, and he was no good for her.

Maverick scared me at first because I didn’t want to be his trigger. Someone that caused him to rub his hands even more than he already did or freaked out about broccoli being in the fridge with the apples.

I gave him something that I wished my father would have given my mother – a safe space.

He held the sides of my face as he softly kissed my lips. My eyes closed as his soft lips pecked mine, and his hands made their way down to my ass. Taking a handful of my ass, he sucked on my lips before he picked me up.

I’ve never in life felt small enough to be tossed around like a rag doll, and here came Maverick. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder whenever he wanted, with ease. There was never any struggle as he handled me.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me onto the terrace off the master suite. It was fall, and the sun had gone down, so it was a little cool. Not as cool as it would have been had we been still in New York.

“What are we doing?” I searched his eyes, as he kissed my neck, and continued to hold me while I was wondering why we were out here.

“I want you to ride this dick under the stars, Wonder.”

It was his low husky voice, low eyes as he stared into mine, and him slapping my ass in the process. “Isn’t the staff going to see us out here.”

“Security is on the other side and the staff better be taking they asses to bed.” He roughly kissed my lips as he put me down onto the bed that was on the terrace.

He leaned over me as we both stared into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t registering that I had married this man and had no regrets. There was no panic attack to follow and questioning what I had done.

I was so sure and clear in my decision that it was almost scary. As someone who was an overthinker, and who second guessed herself a lot, it was almost healing to know that my heart did know what I wanted.

It acted out of confusion when it came to those that didn’t deserve to hold it. I was unsure and second guessing because they weren’t right and wouldn’t protect my heart for me. My heart was so certain when it came to Maverick that I didn’t have a minute to second guess anything. My brain was moving my feet to rush down the steps to get to him.

“You have my heart, Stevie Caselli,” he broke our silence and kissed my lips, while rubbing the side of my face.

I smiled and rubbed his face. “You have mine, Maverick Caselli.”

On the jet, I was able to change clothes and put on a white tracksuit that Kora bought me that said bride on the ass. I felt him removing them as he continued to stare into my eyes. Lifting my ass, I allowed him to pull them off me slowly.

“I can’t even remember what life was before you crashed into my life, Baby. I don’t want to remember what it was like because you weren’t there. I didn’t believe in shit when Rah and Ghost told me that I needed a wife because I never needed anybody.” He placed my hand to his chest. “You make me feel like this, and I know now that I needed a wife. I needed you in my life, and now that I got you, I ain’t never letting you go.”

“Good. I want you to keep making me feel warm and safe.” I pointed at his chest. “You make me feel that way, Baby.”

We shared a kiss, as I felt him removing his pants and sliding between my legs. I opened my legs and allowed him in, as he continued to kiss me softly.

He was always so slow and soft, as he took his time with me. Maverick was gentle with me, as if I was the most precious thing in the world. It was this look of pure love in his face as I felt him push inside of me.

The soft kisses he gave me to make sure that he was gentle were always my favorite. He pulled up and looked me in the face before he licked my face. “Mavie,” I laughed.

“You the only person I want licking my face, Wonder. It’s me and you forever, and then even after that we still rocking… come get me from hell.”

I smashed my lips against his, as I held him around the neck as I felt him go harder, shaking the bed. The bed was up against the house, and each time he delivered thrust after thrust. My body jerked, as I felt him slowly pull out of me, and look at me.

“What’s the matter?”

He hiked one of my legs up, as he maintained eye contact with me. “I’m about to fuck you, Baby… I ain’t a slow and steady man.”

I licked my lips, as I came out of my shirt and unhooked my bra. He stared down at me, and then pulled out of me some,and we both looked down. The sight of seeing him inside of me turned me on even more.

How shiny it was because I was so wet for him. He was the only man who had been inside of me, and the only man who could get this reaction out of me.

When he looked up, our eyes met and he had this smirk on his face. “You know I feel like that nigga, right?”

“Why?”

“’Cause this all mine… ain’t nobody been inside of you. I get to teach you how to take dick, baby.” He picked me up and I yelped because I didn’t expect him to snatch me up so quickly.

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