Page 89 of Claiming What's His
He turned and stomped towards the master bedroom without a backwards glance as I really started to worry I’d pushed too far.
“Hey! Wait a second.” I said, leaping off the couch and running after him. Monkeys with cymbals played inside of my head and my stomach was being tilted like a carnival ride but I finally caught up to him as he headed into the master bathroom.
His house on the water was magnificent, in a way that everything Maverick touched was. But my favorite part by far was his master bathroom, and I planned on spending an hour every single day of our short honeymoon soaking in the giant tub overlooking the ocean.
But I had to worry about that later because I wasn’t sure I was going to be getting a honeymoon judging by the tight muscles covering Mav’s back as he slammed the shower handle open and turned on the water.
“I was kidding Maverick.” I tried again, standing still in the center of the bathroom. The alcohol and hangover were clouding my brain and I was dumbfounded about what led us here. “Maverick!” I snapped, letting my fear morph into anger. “Fucking say something or I’m leaving.”
He turned on me like a predator, sweeping his hand out lightning fast and wrapping it around my throat and pushing me back against the glass shower wall. My eyes rounded and I grabbed his wrist in surprise as he pressed his body against mine. “You’ll leave?” He hissed, “Are you trying to make me a psychopath Cora? Threatening to leave me is a sure fucking way to do that.”
His hand was tight around my throat, not pressing on my windpipe but I still felt the power behind his grip.
“I meant leave the room. What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, trying to stiffen my spine and hold my head high, which was almost impossible with his large hand wrapped tightly around my entire neck from chin to sternum.
“Is something going on with you and Dexter? My best man?” He growled and for the first time in the last five minutes, I saw the vulnerability there.
“Dex?” I asked confused, “Because I was sitting next to him on the couch?” I shoved at his chest, suddenly getting really pissed. “Fuck you.”
His eyes flared and his body tensed, “He knows what your moans sound like. He knows what noises you make when you take my cock, and then you snuggle up with him on the couch. Of my house!”
“Yourhouse?” I yelled, “Get off of me!” I pushed and shoved at him, slapping his arms and hands where they still held me in a vice grip. “You’re the one that let him listen to us Maverick! You fucked me even harder, making me get louder when you saw him there. Don’t you dare throw that in my face like it was my doing!”
He fought the barrage of my hits like they hardly stung, while never letting go of my throat. “You. Are. Mine.” He growled.
“I never argued that fact you neanderthal!” I screamed back at him.
He growled again and crashed his lips down onto mine, stealing my breath and consuming me as I fought against him, biting his lips, and shoving at his chest. He reached up with his free hand and ripped my shirt open straight down the front, exposing my bra covered breasts to him as he hungrily took a handful of one, pinching my nipple through the padding.
“Bastard!” I screeched, but I grabbed his shorts and shoved them down over his hips in the same second. He kicked them off and pressed his body flush to mine, rubbing his cock against my bare stomach and groaning.
“You. Are. Mine.” He repeated, and it sounded like a threat.
“I’ve never acted like anything but yours Maverick, you were the one that forgot who you belonged to long ago.” I threw at him. It was a low blow, and the first time I’d actually vocalized a dig at him for his infidelity a decade ago. “You’re the one who stepped out, not me.” My voice dropped quietly, the hurt palpable in it and I regretted opening that wound the second I did.
His eyes cleared, the anger dissipating as regret flooded them. “Cora.” He sighed, but I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Don’t.” I commanded. “Not today.” I shook my head. “But don’t you dare ever act like I’m the threat in this relationship. Because I’ve never wanted anyone else but you Maverick.”
“I know.” He said, releasing his hand from my throat and standing up, putting space between us. “I know baby.”
I swallowed and took a deep breath, feeling a calm fill my veins. “I shouldn’t have joked about cold feet. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head sadly and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, letting his fingers trail over the sensitive skin beneath the shell of it. “I never should have touched you like this.” His eyes fell to my neck where he ran the pad of his thumb over the artery in my neck thumping below the surface. “I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t.” I said, “Don’t retract back into that shell of half living with me again. I can’t stand it when you go there.” I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“I need to control my… need for you. It consumes me sometimes.”
I stepped forward and closed the space between us, sliding a fist up his thick cock swinging between us. “Does it look like I shy away from it?”
His eyes fluttered closed as his jaw clenched as I worked my fist up and down him. The air was thick with steam from the shower, and I pushed him backwards with my grip on him until he stepped into the shower. I let go of him and stepped away when he reached for me with a smirk on my face. His glare darkened as he realized I meant to leave him alone. “You’re going to leave me high and dry like this?” He reached down and stroked himself and I watched in fascination.
“Your mom and her beauty team will be here soon.” I said, pulling my eyes away from his cock and taking my ripped shirt off, throwing it in the trash. “We weren’t even supposed to see each other at all today anyway.”
“I want you.” He growled and pouted comically, letting the darkness that had plagued him a moment ago fade.
“I want you too. But I want the next time that you’re inside of me to be as your wife.”