“Maverick,” I warned.
“You left these behind,” he said casually, setting them on the counter and opening one of the long ones to reveal the glittering necklace I’d picked out in Vegas. “Lift your hair.” I reached up and pulled my hair off my shoulders so he could put the necklace on. It had a teardrop pendant that matched the earrings he presented next. I put those on. Then, he revealed the tennis bracelet. It was heavy when he attached the clasp around my wrist, and part of me felt guilty at how I’d disregarded his money when I picked them out.
He didn’t give me any more time to overthink my actions, though.
“Bend over,” he growled. “Hands on the counter.”
“Yes, sir.” I bent over obediently, my hands splayed across the cool marble vanity. My curled hair fell over my shoulders as he lifted the long hem of my dress, flipping it over my hips and revealing my bare skin. I couldn’t wear underwear with this dress, and judging by the heady look on his face, he was pleased with my decision.
“Arch your back for me,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that made my insides quiver. My legs spread without being asked, not knowing where he was going with this but ready for him regardless. He held a rose-petal anal plug like a sacred offering up for my approval, and I felt a surge of anticipation. I dipped my chin so he’d know I was okay with it.
“Such a perfect flower for my little whore.” He pulled a bottle of lube out of one of the bathroom drawers, coating the silicone before returning his attention to my bare backside.
His touch was reverent, gentle, as he pressed it against me, and then he filled me with it. A gasp escaped my lips at thedelicious stretch, the sensation teetering between pleasure and pain that took my breath away as I adjusted.
“Good fucking girl, baby. Look at you, taking it like a pro,” he praised, his fingertips tracing the edges of the petals and brushing over my flesh. I pushed back against him, suddenly wishing his dick was inside my ass instead of the plug. “Wear this tonight. Every second, every breath, remember it’s me inside you.”
“Like I could forget,” I rasped, the weight inside me evident in every movement.
He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my neck and pulled me upright, the change in position forcing the breath from my lungs. “You’ll be rewarded for behaving tonight.”
I couldn’t wait for this night to be over.
48
Maverick
Ifucking loved this woman with every fiber of my being. Every moment I spent with her, I dove a little further into the madness that was this relationship, this…love.
I held my hand out for her after climbing out of the black town car. The flush on Sophie’s cheeks and the subtle clearing of her throat told me that the butt plug was affecting her.
Smirking at her naughty responsiveness, I pressed a hand to her lower back and turned to face the venue: a sprawling mansion that seemed to boast as much power and wealth as its inhabitants. And it was all blood money.
The manicured lawn transformed into a vision of high society, strings of fairy lights woven through the foliage that cast a dim glow on the guests with champagne flutes in hand.
“Remember, these people are chess pieces in the game we’re playing,” I whispered into Sophie’s ear as we wove through thecrowd, my arm wrapped proprietarily around her waist to keep her close.
“Which makes us the king and queen,” she responded with a playful smile.
“Damn right, baby.” We were going to burn my family to the ground and take it all back, control our narrative from here on out. I just had to be patient.
Navigating through the sea of people, we stopped to chat with potential allies—sleekly dressed business moguls with calculating eyes and socialites with sharp claws concealed beneath their elegant facades. Sophie played her role perfectly at my side, her charm and poise effortlessly matching mine.
As we were finally seated at our table for dinner, I could see Sophie shifting uncomfortably in her seat. I knew she was struggling to conceal her arousal, but it wouldn’t be much longer until I could satisfy her. Leaning over, I draped my arm across the back of her chair.
“How hot and bothered are you?” I whispered seductively.
She quickly glanced around the table before turning to me with a desperate look in her eyes. “I need you to fuck me so bad, I think I might die.”
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at her eagerness. Brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face, I said, “Soon, my love. I promise to take care of you. You’re doing amazing.”
Her narrowed eyes and pursed lips showed that she was still frustrated, but she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she slid her hand over my thigh and squeezed, unaware of all the ways I had fantasized about fucking her tonight.
***
The clink of crystal glasses accompanied the low murmur of post-dinner mingling as I guided Sophie through the throng oftailored suits and expensive dresses. Her laughter was rich and unfiltered as we made light conversation. She had a way of making the extravagance seem suddenly absurd, the chandeliers too gaudy, the conversations too contrived. Everything about this lifestyle I once tolerated was dimmed when I was around her, unimpressive because I had something much bigger and brighter now.
“Enjoying your whiskey?” I asked in a low voice, watching her lips part for another sip. And yeah, I fucking needed her as much as she needed me.
