Mav laughed, his bright eyes crinkled. "A good girl like you? I bet you can."
I scowled, trying not to melt at the praise. "You're trying to manipulate me."
Mav snorted. "You killed me, firecracker. I don't think you have any moral high ground to stand on."
I narrowed my eyes further and jumped when the velvety tip of a tentacle ghosted over my clit.
"Who else have you killed?" he asked suddenly, making me swallow. "Is that where you got the locket? You killed the guy and stole it from his body?"
I rested back, offence making my heart thump and blood race. "I might be a killer, but I wouldneversteal from my victims. Never."
I angled away, too angry for more sex, but tentacles lashed tighter around my body, one pinning my wrists at the small of my back, others keeping my legs spread wide. My breath came short and fast, a shivery nervousness making me tremble. Mav didn't glare at me, but I could tell he was angry.
"Why does it matter?" I asked, and wished I'd asked it the second I saw him in the hallway outside. "Why is this necklace so important to you?"
I struggled against the tentacles, but they were every bit as secure as Sang’s chains were.
"That's my business," Mav replied evasively, his aqua eyes dark and as sharp as daggers.
"So I'm just supposed to open up and tell you everything about me, but you won't tell me a single thing about you?" I huffed, wriggling at being so exposed, trapped on Mav's lap.
He shrugged. "You're not in a position of power here, sweetheart. But don't worry; you don't need to know my backstory to come on my cock."
I made a throaty sound of complaint. "I'm not going to—ohhhh." His fourth tentacle swept up and down my pussy, pressing on my clit until sparks shot through me and arousal dripped from my entrance.
I gasped when something hot and hard nudged my entrance, much thicker than the tentacle that filled me a minute ago.
"You're a dick," I told Mav, my face flushing. I wasn't used to insulting someone directly to their face.
He smirked. "No, firecracker.Thisis a dick."
I shrieked, trying to tug my wrists free, desperate for touch, for something to ground me as Mav's cock spread me wide. He stretched me further than I'd been before.
"Ah, shit," he sighed deeply. "I'm trying to be fucking stern here, but you look too damn cute all blushing and gasping. Just tell me he didn't suffer."
Somehow, his tentacles snapped off the manacles on my wrists, until I could feel their velvety texture on my sore skin, massaging the ache.
I swallowed, my mouth open on harsh breaths as he thrust his hips up, pushing deeper. I couldn't tell him that; Vann had suffered so much at the end. I shut my eyes to block out the memories, but they grew sharper.
"I don't want to talk about it," I choked out, my throat swollen.
"What are you hiding?" Mav asked, but not angrily. He used his grip on my thighs to slam our bodies together, filling me almost all the way—except for that huge base—and I bit my lip to contain a scream. Inside me, his cock undulated, fucking me without me even riding him, and it felt too good to process, my brain shutting down.
"Shit," Mav choked out. I opened my eyes to see his teeth clenched, his face strained and veins standing out on his dark neck. For a second he met my eyes, and emotion choked off my air, my eyes burning. Why did he have to be angry at me and bring up the locket? I wanted him to be my sanctuary and distraction for a little longer.
"Come here," he groaned, releasing the tentacle wrapped around my wrists and yanking me flush to his chest. His tentacle cradled the back of my head as he captured my mouth in a rough, passionate kiss.
I gripped his shoulder, digging my nails into his slick flesh and fighting the urge to roll my hips as his strange cock writhed inside me, stroking sensitive parts that made me groan into Mav's kiss.
"I'm supposed to fucking hate you," he growled against my lips, nipping with his teeth. "But you keep making me like you. Making me want to keep you."
My eyes widened. "I … I haven't done anything?"
"Even that," he groaned, one of his tentacles moving to my waist, the slide of it over my skin, making every part of me tingle. "So fucking sweet. Do you know how rare sweetness is in the void?"
"Ah. Pretty rare?" I guessed, a gasp fracturing my breath when he lifted me almost all the way off his thick cock and slammed me back down, sparks exploding so fiercely through my body that my mouth fell open.
"Shit," Mav hissed, his teeth bared. "Your cunt feels like fucking heaven around my cock. Feel good for you, cutie?"