Lucrezia was sweating profusely when her eyes locked with Maverick's, and she saw the look he gave her, as if she were a wild little cat he was trying to tame.
Right now, she wasn't even feeling a bit of shame anymore, as desire clouded her reasonable judgment, looking for a way to find relief.
Maverick still held on to her waist, stopping her from reaching the edge she was desperately trying to get to and the accusatory stare she gave him in return was amusing.
He raised a brow at her, bringing his other hand forth to clean her sweat, "Tell me..." he trailed.
She blinked at him repeatedly. It was either she kept twisting in hunger here or she abided by his tactics and got what she wanted.
Her throat bobbed as she gulped, weighing the pros and cons. No one was going to know. Even if her mind was constantly reminding her she was doing something treacherous, her body reacted positively to it. What harm could it cause if she said what she was craving for?
