Chapter 42 Reward II
Maverick dragged her into another kiss, slow and filthy, tasting himself on her tongue. He sucked her bottom lip until it stung, until she whimpered into his mouth and clenched her thighs so hard the seam of her panties soaked through.
His hand slipped under her gown, his fingers glided through her panties until it touched her folds.
He hissed, low and rough at how wet she was.
Heaven’s breath stuttered against his lips.
He pulled back just enough to speak, voice gravel and smoke, his eyes glassy with leftover pleasure and fresh hunger.
“That was the first half of my reward.”
Her gaze dropped. A helpless sound escaped her, he was already rock-hard again, thick, flushed, precum glistened at the tip like an invitation.
“You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock,” he said, licking his lips, savoring every word.
The command hit her like a spark to gasoline. Need roared through her, drowning everything else. The temple, the altar, Boyle, Eva, the wrongness of it all; every thought shoved to the back of her mind. Only Maverick existed. Only the ache between her legs and the man who owned it.
He pressed a button. The driver’s seat whirred back, reclining, creating a wide, shadowed space. The tinted windows turned the world outside into a blur; nothing mattered beyond the glass.
Heaven climbed over the console, knees trembling as she straddled him. The steering wheel grazed her spine for a second before she settled fully in his lap.
His cock nudged her soaked lace, hot and impatient.
Maverick didn’t move to help. He just watched,his dark eyes daring her.
She reached down, her fingers fumbled with the thin strip of lace panties. She tugged it to the side as cool air kissed her dripping folds, then the blunt head of his cock slid through them, coating himself in her juice.
Heaven sank down slowly inch by torturous inch, her mouth fell open on a silent cry. He stretched her wide, filled her so completely her thighs shook. When he was buried deep inside her, she paused, her forehead dropped to his, both of them breathing ragged.
“Move,” he growled.
She did.
Slow rolls at first, grinding her clit against the base of him.
Sparks shot up her spine. She moaned his name like a prayer.
Maverick’s hands settled on her waist,holding, just guiding her to take what she needed. His head fell back, throat bared, a low groan rumbling out as she rose and sank again.
“Faster, Heaven.”
She obeyed.
Thighs burning, her palms braced on his shoulders, she rode him hard. The car rocked gently, windows fogging. Wet sounds filled the space obscenely, perfectly.
Maverick’s grip tightened.
“That’s it… fuck yourself just like that.”
One hand slid up her back, found the zipper of her dress, dragged it down.
Fabric pooled at her waist. With a flick of his fingers her bra loosened her breasts spilled free.
He watched them bounce with every thrust, eyes black with hunger.
He leaned forward and slid out his tongue for the nipple to bounce on it before he caught it between his teeth.
Heaven cried out, her back arched. He sucked hard, tongue flicking, then he let it slip free only to watch it jiggle again before claiming the other.
Her walls fluttered. She was so close.
His thumb brushed her bottom lip. She sucked it in on instinct, tasting herself, swirling her tongue around it like she had his cock minutes ago.
That broke her.
Heaven shattered, crying his name, her pussy clenched so hard around him, waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Maverick followed seconds later, hips snapped up once, twice, he spilled deep inside her with a groan that sounded like surrender.
She collapsed against his chest, sweat-slick, trembling. His arms came around her instantly, tight and possessive, holding her through every aftershock.
Outside, the world kept moving.
Inside the car, there was only their breathing.
Maverick felt a deep calm settle into his bones, a rare, grounding tranquillity.
His blood no longer raged; it flowed steady and quiet. His mind, once consumed by chaos, felt razor-sharp and terrifyingly clear.
That was what she did to him, this fragile woman who could undo him without even trying.
He enjoyed her timid affection, but deep down, he knew he wanted to make her owe him. To make her pay him back in soft, trembling rewards like this.
He held her close, their bodies still locked together.
Then the silence shattered.
His phone rang.
A sharp sound that came from the back seat, cut through the warmth like a blade.
He felt her stiffen immediately against him.
He didn’t need to look.
He already knew.
Eva.
His wife.
Maverick’s jaw clenched, a vein pulsing at his temple.
The name alone pulled him back into reality like a cruel snap of a rubber band.
Heaven swallowed hard. Her stomach churned.
“It’s getting late,” she whispered, voice fragile. “You should drop me back at the temple.”
She pulled away. The loss of her warmth made his chest ache, but he said nothing.
She fixed her clothes with shaky hands.
The air in the car shifted from feverish heat to heavy, suffocating guilt.
What had she become?
Shame twisted in her chest. She felt dirty a whore, a secret hidden in the dark.
The other woman.
Her throat burned as she turned toward the window, blinking back tears.
Maverick sat in silence, eyes burning into her.
He hated the remorse on her face, the way her shoulders curled inward as if what they’d shared was something she regretted, something she wished she could erase.
“Don’t,” he said quietly, the word slicing the tension.
Heaven froze. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t pull away like I’m something you’re ashamed of.”
Her voice cracked. “Maverick… this—us—it’s wrong. Eva’s my friend. She doesn’t deserve this. If she finds out… she’s been nothing but kind to me. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Wrong?” He let out a low, bitter laugh. “You didn’t care about her five minutes ago when you were riding my cock and screaming my name.”
“It was… it was a mistake,” she blurted, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
The air went deadly still.
His hand shot out, seizing her wrist with bruising force. She gasped as pain flared up her arm.
Bone ground against bone.
“Did you just call us a mistake?” His voice was low, lethally calm. “Don’t you ever say that again. Nothing else matters— not Eva, not what anyone thinks. I’m the only thing that should matter to you. Do you understand me?”
She nodded frantically, tears spilling. “Maverick… you’re hurting me.”
“Good,” he hissed, grip tightening. “Maybe the pain will remind you who you belong to.”
A sob tore from her throat.
He blinked, the haze clearing, and released her.
She flinched at the sudden freedom, cradling her wrist as angry red marks bloomed across her skin.
He sat back, jaw locked, chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths. The space between them thickened—tense, suffocating.
Heaven turned to the window, tears falling silently.
She hated this version of him: cold, dangerous, possessed by something darker than anger.
And yet, even through the fear, part of her still wanted him.