Page 133 of Savage Reign

I squirmed on the couch in the living room, trying to focus on the TV show in front of me. At this point, I couldn’t even say which TV show it was. I groaned in frustration and turned off the TV. The silence that followed was loud. So much so that I convinced myself I could hear my own heartbeat.

How ridiculous.

My skin was flushed, which felt even hotter when I thought about what I was about to do. I got up and walked toward Maverick’s office.

The man in question was sitting behind his desk, examining something on his computer screen. Even sitting down, he was quite imposing. The computer screen light was reflected in the blues of his eyes, making him look less human and more like this unattainable creature I wanted to capture for my own.

A wave of possessiveness overcame me, and I braced my weight against the threshold.

He looked up suddenly, startling me. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

I blinked, trying to gather up my courage. I crossed and uncrossed my arms.

“Hi,” I said.

His eyes crinkled with amusement. “Hi, little monster. Why don’t you come here?”

He pushed away from the desk slightly and pointed at his lap.

I licked my suddenly dry lips but didn’t move to him like I wanted.

“What are you doing?” I asked instead.

“Looking over some reports from our business.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Sounds boring.”

He grinned. “I couldn’t agree more. Why don’t you come over here and make it less boring?”

I was halfway to him when I lost my nerve. I pivoted to my left and walked over to the makeshift bar. Maverick’s eyes were focused intently on me. I resisted the urge to squirm. Instead, I ran my fingers over the smooth surface.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked, turning to him.

He leaned back in the chair. “You’re offering to make me a drink?”

There was something strange in his voice that I couldn’t decipher.

I nodded.

“Do you even know which drink is which?”

I shook my head.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Why don’t you pour me something?”

I nodded and turned back to all the bottles he had. My fingers skimmed over the glass cap of a glass decanter. It was pretty, which was why I picked it. I poured a generous amount into a glass and brought it over to him.

He grabbed the glass from me, his fingers touching mine as he did so, sending a thrill of electricity through me. I took a deep breath, the presence of the butt plug becoming more noticeable. I bit back the moan that wanted to escape.

Maverick eyed the liquid before looking at me, his eyes twinkling. “Are you trying to get me drunk, little monster?”

“What?”

He laughed, taking a small sip. “Unluckily for you, I hold my liquor fairly well.”

I didn’t doubt it.

I stood in front of him, feeling out of sorts, while he sat there, completely at ease with himself. A king on his throne.

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