Page 33 of Lawless

Dragging his face down to meet mine again, I kiss him hard and deep in the hope it can make up for all the years we didn’t get to do this.

At some point, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and lonely. Which is ridiculous because he is right here, his arms are banded around me and his hot skin and taut muscles are pinned against mine.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He confesses before licking up the column of my neck.

“You don’t have to. We can stay right here and do this until we die.”

He chuckles at my words, the sound making all my hairs stand on end.

“No one has ever made love to me like that before,” I confess, needing to give him more than just my body.

“You’re mine,” he states, before hooking my leg around his hip and opening me up for him. He’s already hard again. “And I’m not them,” he says so quietly I can only assume he wasn’t meant to say the words aloud.

He reaches between us and pushes against my entrance. We both moan as he slides inside my slick pussy, but as overwhelming as the feeling is, it’s not enough to forget what he just said.

Pressing my hand against his chest, I force him to still.

“That’s what you were scared of?” I ask, needing to have this conversation before anything else happens.

My body complains, violently, if the way my pussy clenches around him is anything to go by, but I’m not giving in to her right now.

He sighs and closes his eyes.

“Mav.” I sigh, shifting closer, not that it’s really possible, but I try, nonetheless. “You never, ever could be like them.” I cup his jaw, grazing my thumb over the roughness of his cheek. He hasn’t shaven in a while, possibly since he was locked in Reid’s basement. I know he’s not a fan of it, but I think it looks good on him. Certainly felt good between my thighs.

Heat blooms between my legs, and I know he feels the rush of wetness around his cock because his fingers clench against my ass.

“You’re not the only one who’s never made love like that before, Doll,” he confesses, his voice distant and slow. “Before you, I wasn’t exactly…” He trails off, unable to find the right words.

“Maverick,” I say lightly, a smile twitches at my lips, not that he can see. “Are you trying to tell me you like rough and dirty sex?”

He swallows, his fingers twitching again, but after a beat, his lashes flutter and he reveals his gorgeous dark eyes to me.

My breath catches at the torment I find swirling in them.

“Do you want to know a secret?” I ask.

“Doll,” he warns, already predicting what I’m about to say.

Hooking my leg higher around his waist, I force his dick deeper before clenching my muscles around him.

“I love dirty, rough sex too.”

“Babe, I—”

“I know I probably shouldn’t,” I say before he can interrupt me. “But I do. I need it, Mav. I’m like a fucking junkie. I need the pain, the feeling of being completely at a man’s mercy. I want you to take control, to throw me around. I want you to take what you need and punish me until I’ve got tears rolling down my cheeks and I’m begging for relief.”

His brow crinkles as he tries to process my words.

“I know it’s fucked up. Trust me, I really know that. I spent years battling against my fantasies and desires. It’s wrong. After everything I’ve been through, I shouldn’t want any of it. But I do.

“But I also understand why you’ve done what you’ve done. And I know you’re scared, I get your fears. But I promise you, there is nothing you could ever do to me that would make me ever consider that you’re like them.

“I want whatever dark and dirty thoughts flicker through your head,” I say, tracing his deepest frown line with my pinky finger. “Choke me, spank me, hurt me. Right here, right now, I’m giving you consent to do anything.”

His eyes widen at my words and his lips part as if he’s about to argue.

“Anything,” I repeat, needing him to understand that nothing is off the table for me.

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