around his own neck and stalking away again.
He pulled the door open beside us and walked out, leaving me no choice but to follow.
I practically had to jog to keep up with his fast pace and I cursed beneath my breath as he forced me to scurry after him, taking a set of stairs up two more levels until we reached a door marked Penthouse which Maverick shoved through.
The door almost smacked me in the face as he dropped it again and my fists curled with anger as I chased him into the enormous suite.
I was momentarily distracted by the place I found myself in. It seemed like this suite took up the entire top floor of the hotel, the luxurious furniture looking decedent and comfortable in tones of white and blue everywhere I looked. A huge balcony, complete with a narrow pool and hot tub opened out beyond the glass wall ahead of me and gazed over the moonlit beach below where I could see the old shipwreck laying on the sand like it always had.
I followed Maverick through the open space to a large dining table which was laid out with drinks and bowls of food and watched as he poured a pitcher of iced water into a tall glass and lifted it to his lips. He tossed the gun and my cellphone down on the wooden surface without a second thought, not seeming interested in whether I was going to pick them up or not.
"Take your clothes off then, beautiful, I don't have all night," he said as he placed the glass down, his gaze trailing over me expectantly as I glared at him.
"What?" I balked.
"I told you that I was going to take Fox's little plaything and break it for him. So I assume you came here because you want me to do just that."
"You think I came here to fuck you?" I asked incredulously. "I don't even like you, Maverick, why the hell would I want your dick in me?"
"I don't like anyone, but I've put my dick in plenty of them. It doesn't have much to do with it," he replied coldly.
"Fuck you."
Maverick's eyes lit with anger and he advanced on me quickly, snatching a fistful of my hair before shoving me down to my knees as I cursed in surprise. "You're forgetting whose house you're in," he growled. "I could just take it from you, and no one here would give a fuck about your screams. So how about you be a good girl and open wide?"
"And you're forgetting what happened to the last man who threatened to rape me," I snarled before throwing a fist straight at his balls.
Maverick shoved me away from him before my punch could land and he strode back towards the table with a humourless laugh.
"Believe me, I can't forget about Axel," he promised as he turned around to face me once more and he pointed out a tattoo on his peck which was made up of a tally with so many struck through sections that I had no chance of counting them all.
I glared at him as I scrambled back to my feet, trying to figure out what he meant by showing me that.
"Babe?" a sultry female voice called and I fell still as a girl appeared from a room beyond Maverick wearing nothing but some seriously transparent black lingerie and the ink on her skin. She had a black pixie cut and looked like a freaking model or something prancing around in next to nothing. "Who's this?" she purred, prowling towards him and winding her arms around his neck as she tiptoed up to place a kiss on the corner of his lips.
"No one," he said dismissively, turning to meet her mouth and kissing her until she moaned breathlessly.
Ice ran through my limbs and my gut bunched as I watched her pawing at him, her hand sliding down his powerful body before slipping inside his shorts as he tugged her bottom lip between his teeth and his gaze slid to meet mine.
I refused to flinch, despite the way my pulse was pounding and my gut was knotting. It wasn't like I wanted him anyway, so he could do whatever the fuck he liked. But why had he just shoved me down beneath him and acted like he'd been expecting me to fuck him if his girlfriend was in the next fucking room? Had he even meant any of that? Or was that just something he did