Page 67 of Maverick

Not anymore.

The last man he’d brought around, to essentially rape me, I had spat in his eye and kicked him so hard in the dick and balls, I was pretty sure they had re-ascended back up into his body.

Good.

Sick fuck.

My punishment hadn’t been the best after that, but it was better than having someone else slide between my thighs. I could handle the physical pain, I could never handle the mental or emotional pain that came from betraying Maverick by taking another dick inside of me.

It’s funny how I thought of my pussy as being Maverick’s already, even though I had written that note and left, instead of asking him to help me.

“I’m sorry,” I managed to get out. “I’m sorry I wrote that note…I should have told you. I should have–”

“Shhh,” he said, putting his finger over my lips, before he kissed me. It was soft, tender, and I melted into his body as he deepened it. “I know. Let’s get you home.”

He picked me up, carrying me in his arms, bridal style. I looked up at his loving face, the way he looked down at me as if I were the most important thing to him.

“Van?”

“Safe,” he said, continuing to carry me as if I didn’t weigh more than a feather. He didn’t struggle, didn’t complain or grunt. He just carried me through the halls of the mansion I had once called home.

The sun was bright, as we broached the outside, but…this was different. Where was he—

SPLASH—!

Water surrounded me and I looked up at the rage-filled eyes of my captor, Hardy. The salty water around me instantly told me I was in the pool, under the water, as strong hands clasped around my neck, holding me under. I kicked, scratched at his hands, but I couldn’t push away.

Yet another way to keep me compliant.

The dream had felt so real. Maverick had felt so real.

I cried out, water filling my mouth and going down my throat in panicked bursts. Everything was turning dark as the handaround my throat tightened, the rage in Hardy’s eyes that I wouldn’t break was evident. He was losing control.

Good.

I would never break.

Darkness descended, my limbs felt heavy, and I was vaguely aware that they were moving away from his arms as he held me still, my vision blurred before I felt the darkness claim me.

Sounds were loud, and confusing, as I tried to pry my eyes open. My body was heavy, almost as if I’d run a marathon and couldn’t move. My breathing, weak.

No…that wasn’t me.

I had someone pushing on my chest and air being blown into my mouth. My eyes shot open and I coughed as someone had their mouth pressed to mine.

“She’s back.”

The voice wasn’t familiar. I turned to my side, and coughed up water and whatever else was in my throat, before I sucked in fresh air in large gulpfuls. My body shook uncontrollably, my hair plastered around my face, wet.

Slowly, I was pulled into a sitting position, my chin yanked upward until my eyes met the fury of Hardy’s.

“Finally, thought we finally lost you this time,” he said with a smirk.

I hated him.

I never thought I could ever hate anyone, but I knew I hated him. This hadn’t been the first time he’d ‘revived’ me via one of his men after he’d gone too far. The problem with Hardy was, he had a temper, and he acted quickly. Which meant some of thetorture he put onto my body would push me too far, and he’d have to revive me.

Soon.