came.
Instead he released his hold on my hair, letting me turn my head to look at him in the dark until my gaze met his and I could feel all of his pain and damage as keenly as my own.
"Every night for months," he said in a low voice. "Every fucking night after those guards had their fun beating the shit out of me, that monster would force his body onto mine. He'd take and take and leave me more broken every time. But I had one thing he couldn't take from me, beautiful… I had you."
Maverick's fingers moved to the back of my left thigh where the Damned Men tattoo marked my skin and he blew out a long breath before flipping me over onto my back so that I was looking up at him properly.
"Tell me you ended him," I growled, tears burning the backs of my eyes which I fought off as fiercely as I could. Not because I didn't want him to see me hurt for him, but because I knew he needed me to be strong in that moment. He needed me to take on this burden and prove to him that it didn't change anything about the way I felt for him.
"I realised I had to become the strongest man in the room," he said slowly, peeling my panties the rest of the way off as he shucked his boxers off too.
I took the hem of the shirt I was wearing and tossed it aside to save him the job, my thighs parting for him as he moved between them.
"I cornered him one morning when we were working in the laundry room together," he said in a measured tone, his eyes lighting at the memory as he locked his gaze with mine. "The guards always left us alone in there and it only took a few small bribes to clear the rest of the inmates out."
"Tell me," I demanded. "All of it."
“Does this change things?” he asked, shame colouring his expression and making me hurt for him.
“Nothing,” I swore, grasping his cheek so he couldn’t turn away from the truth in my eyes and a weight seemed to leave him as he nodded, leaning into my touch. “Tell me what you did to him.”
Rick smiled this twisted, broken smile that set my heart racing as he leaned down over me to whisper in my ear like we were two lovebirds sharing secrets instead of a pair of fucked up creatures sharing stories of death and survival.
"I beat the ever-loving fuck out of him. I beat him bloody until he was crying and begging at my feet, I listened to him plead for mercy as he crawled across the ground and sobbed for help.” I shivered beneath him, that dark depraved part of my soul relishing this story and drinking in the details of him taking his vengeance on the monster who’d hurt him. “I kicked him until I felt bones shatter.” Maverick’s eyes lit with the memory and I bit my bottom lip as I listened to every detail with rapt attention. “I smashed his face against one of the dryers until there were no fucking teeth left in his mouth.” Rick hooked his elbow beneath my knee and leaned down over me, his lips almost touching mine as he went on. “I drove my thumbs into his eyes until he was blinded.” I sucked in a breath as he lined his body up with mine and I pushed my fingers into his dark hair, drawing him closer. “And when he was choking on his own blood and praying for death, I locked his head between my hands and broke his fucking neck."
I moaned as he thrust forward with that announcement, the thick length of his cock driving deep inside me as he leaned down to kiss me so slowly I felt like I was drowning in him.
He didn't up his pace like I expected him to either, his mouth devouring mine as his body took me hostage in a slow and tortuous rhythm that had me gasping for air.
“How did you get away with it?” I asked between moans.
“Luck and a lack of people to give a fuck. The inmates weren’t gonna rat me out and that piece of shit didn’t have anyone on the outside who cared about a thorough investigation, so they did a shit job of looking into it and it was unsolved.”
“Thank fuck for that.”
"I would have paid any