I open the fridge door and poor myself a glass of chilled herbal tea from the jug. As I lift the glass to my lips, the sound of the front door crashing open resonates through the first floor.“Ms. Lorenzo, please… you can not enter the estate without Mr. Quinns knowledge or approval.” One of the female staff cry out with panic lacing her voice.I'm guessing this isn’t the first time this woman has let herself into Mavericks' residence without warning or permission. Either she is a sucker for pain, or she is untouchable.Which is odd because no one is immune to Mavericks' wrath.“Where is he? I demand to see him this instant!” A feminine voice screams, demanding to be heard. “Maverick you bastard! Come out here and face me this instant.”Lowering my glass and placing it onto the kitchen island bench, I raise my brows as a mysterious figure enters the kitchen. She appears incredibly polished, as if she's just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Just by admiring her stunning beau
“You tell that woman of yours that if she ever shows up at my place of residence again without warning or an invitation, I will make an example out of her.” “Ha, we both know that Tessa isn't MY woman. She belongs to no man. A free spirited bird that one. Besides, when has she ever been fond of following instructions, brother? She will do what she wants, when she wants, however she wants. You should know that better than anyone. After all, you were planning to make her YOUR wife, remember. ” Matthias replies over the phone in a cocky tone that makes me want to reach through it and gouge his eyes out. “Make her understand, Matthias. Or I will have to find her and personally put each and every fucking bullet in my magazine into her cold, black heart. Tell her that, and remind her to keep her fucking paws to herself as well. If she ever lays a finger on my wife, I will hack each of her fingers off with a steak knife and feed them to my dogs.” I toss the phone onto the bed, blowing air
“You promised me that I wasn't a prisoner here, Maverick. Restraining me to the bed certainly sounds like imprisonment to me.” I whisper, breathlessly, feeling every inch of my skin burning for him. “Fine,” he says between clenched teeth and turns toward the door to his room. “Have it your way.” He walks toward the door, and I try to keep my tears at bay, at least until he leaves the room. I can’t believe he wants me to beg him like a dog. When he reaches the door, he comes to a halt, gripping the doorway with both hands. He dips his head and stays in that position as if he is internally fighting with himself to stay or leave.I sit down at the foot of the bed, my fingers twisting in knots on my thighs, mirroring the knots forming in my stomach. This wasn’t how I pictured him to react when he walked in on me pleasuring myself. I waited until I heard his heavy footsteps resonating through the hallway before I started to touch myself. The way he stood up to Tessa in my honour turned
“I’m not buying anything else from you unless you can guarantee that there won't be any more fuck-ups with my shipment, Trex.” I say into the phone and scroll through the spreadsheets on my computer. I’ve spent the whole morning in my office, uptown at 5 Fusion, going over the cash flow of my clubs and the casino business I've recently dipped my fingers into. “There's a new line of home brew that everyone on the dark net is trying to get their hands on,” he says. “But lucky for you, I am in contact with the source themselves.”I lean back in my office chair, rolling my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose. Trex is constantly trying to make himself sound more important than what he really is. He's like a shrimp. A cockroach of the ocean.“Is it pure?” I sigh.“Pure?” Trex asks me dumbfounded, like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.“Yes, Trex. Is the brew a hundred percent pure. As in, it's not laced with any illegal substances because you know full well that I don't meddle
“Now's not the time or place, Angel. Besides, only good girls get what they ask for, and you showing up here unguarded was a seriously naughty thing to do.” She blinks at me, lowering her skirt, and she stands up. “Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, and you won't hear me begging you, Maverick.” I watch as she walks to the door and sticks her head out, looking left then right. “See you at dinner,” she calls over her shoulder. “Oh, Thomas…” She calls out to one of my barmen in a singsong voice that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Why are you calling for Thomas?” How the fuck does she know who Thomas is too?“I need a problem solver,” she says and turns to look at Thomas when he reaches her. “Hey, Thomas. Do you consider yourself to be a problem solver?" Thomas’s gaze nervously darts between me and Arnica before he finally decides to answer. “Well… I've always been told that I have a knack for solving the impossible, most times.”I bite down on my molars, silently
I walk out of Mavericks' office, ignoring the dozen sets of eyes staring at me as I slide my large shades over the bridge of my nose with a little bounce to my steps. My body feels lighter, and I still feel raw. Sensitive. Full. And truly well fingered. Two of Mavericks men cast shadows behind me as they follow my movements. I wonder if they can see the slight tremble in my legs with every step I execute. Not that it matters. One of them rushes forward to hold one of the double doors wide open for me. A stream of sunlight hits my face all for a second before it is eclipsed by a large shadow that instantly has killed my mood, and I try to step around the obstacle blocking my way, but I fail. “Arnica, fancy seeing you here.” A deep voice murmurs with an underlay of surprise and lack of conviction. “Why wouldn't I come here, Matthias?” I say in a placid tone to cover the irritation in my voice. Just by being in his presence, he has killed my mood, and after all these years, seein
I make my way to the bar, placing my wine glass on top of the varnished counter, lifting my hand as I grab the barman’s attention.“Another refill?” He asks me, holding up a bottle of flat white wine.I don’t know what I’m currently drinking because I never bothered to ask him what he is serving. As long as it loosens the tension in my body, I'll drink it.Pushing my glass forward, “that would be lovely, thank you.” I say with a forced smile, not wanting to be here.When Maverick had picked me up from my aunts earlier this evening, he reluctantly informed me that we had to attend a prestigious event to pay tribute to one of the influential Don's he is associated with at the Elite Family estate. This venue is perfect for exclusive events, where a strict code of conduct ensures a peaceful atmosphere for all attendees.This particular Don, whose name I didn’t bother to remember, is being recognized for his outstanding achievement in leading a big project aimed at providing a safe and eng
“I’m losing my mind over you. I can’t work, I can’t sleep or think straight. My body aches for you, but I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to do. Give me a safe word, Angel.”Tears run freely down my face, splashing on the upper swelling of my breasts, and Maverick licks at them. How will I recover if I let him make love to me? How will I survive if I don’t let him?“I want you, Maverick,” I whisper. “The need to have you fill me is consuming and overwhelming at the same time. You have the power to hurt me. To destroy what little of me that isn’t damaged.”His gaze flits with confusion and a promise that he will never do wrong by me the same way his brother did. “Don’t compare me to my brother, Angel. This is about us. What was meant to be. You were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. Once won’t ever be enough. You’ll crave it. Need it. Dream about it. No one will ever satisfy your body again. Don’t let your past push me away.”I nod my head, “I won’t,” I whispe