Maximus (Vegas Mafia)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

SIERRA

I can’t go through with this. I want to, more than I want to do anything because this man is every freaking dream I’ve ever had. He is sex walking and if I wasn’t such a prude, I would be out there now, dropping my clothes along with my misgivings. Carly would. Adele probably not so much, but this guy is the devil incarnate and may even tempt the ice maiden herself.

I sit on the toilet and ponder my predicament.

On the one hand, I want to more than anything and yet on the other I am so screwed if I do. I’m a virgin for Christ’s sake, and expected to remain one until my wedding night. What the hell am I thinking— was thinking because I cannot toss that away for four hundred dollars on the back of a bad decision?

My heart is racing as my bad choices drip from between my thighs because I am so turned on. Maybe it’s because it’s forbidden, wicked, and depraved. I’m guessing it’s the unknown driving this and the fact I’m so angry with my parents.

But I can’t do this, no matter how much I want to, and that’s the saddest realization to come to. Even now, my choices aren’t my own and if I believed they were, I am gravely mistaken.

With a deep sigh of regret, I attempt to gather my thoughts together and fire some resolve into my bravery.

As I flush the toilet to prove my request, I steel my nerve and head back into the bedroom.

The room is now in darkness and I make out his shadow by the draped window and swallow nervously.

“I’m sorry. This has been a mistake.”

He says nothing and moves toward me, that insane chest blocking out the light from outside.

“You’re nervous. Why?”

His husky voice is like a lust potion delivering an unexpected question, and I say with a sigh. “I should come clean. I haven’t done this before. It’s well—my first time.”

“What, ever, or sex for money?” He deepens the kiss.

The fact I can’t see him is reassuring, and I laugh softly. “Both.”

His sharp intake of breath is the only sign he heard me and then, from out of nowhere, he reaches for me and as I stand with him chest to chest, his mouth descends on mine with no warning.

It’s an invasion in every way and yet a welcome one. Somehow, kissing him is not so bad and as I delight in the strength of it, I sag against him, one of his hands fisting my curls and the other sliding around my waist.

I struggle to breathe and yet alien sensations flood my mind as I attempt to kiss him back.

The silk fabric of my dress is no resistance to the hard shaft pressed against it and despite my reservations, a small moan escapes from somewhere deep inside as my body responds to something unusual.

Suddenly, this isn’t so scary anymore and it empowers me.

I can do this.

I can respond to a man’s attention and so I kiss him back without any other thought entering my head than giving into the pleasure he is causing me.

He pulls me against his hard length and a shiver of expectation passes through me as I tentatively run my fingers against his chest.

He feels so good, masculine beauty at its most dangerous, and I wasn’t expecting my body to blossom so much under his touch.

He pulls away and nuzzles my neck and whispers huskily, “I can deal with both of your firsts. Do you trust me?”

His hands are gripping my ass and his kisses are hot against my exposed skin, causing a surge of lust to shoot through my entire body.

“Yes.” I moan as he dips his wicked lips to my chest and eases the fabric away from my shoulder, exposing my breasts that are held up by the tiniest excuse for lingerie that I own.

He pushes the dress to the floor and pulls me tight against his hard body, causing me to shiver in the air conditioning and, as he drops to his knees, he presses light kisses on my abdomen.

I gasp as he inches my panties aside and buries his face deep into my pussy and my breath hitches as he licks my clit and groans, the sound of which causes something feral to unleash from inside me.

My fingers tangle in his hair and I hold on tight as he punishes my pussy for daring to venture into his domain tonight.

“Fuck.” A low groan escapes me as he licks and sucks the delicate area and he growls, “Do you trust me, Gina?”

The wrong use of my name momentarily catches me off guard and I whisper, “Um, oh, yes, of course.”

He says nothing and then proceeds to move up my body, kissing it and biting the soft flesh, causing me to cry out as my legs tremble, threatening to bring me down.

In one scoop, he lifts me into his arms and lowers me onto the silken sheets and, as I hit the soft paradise, he towers above me and stares deep into my eyes.

“Time to back out. Last chance.”

The throbbing in my pussy is screaming at him to finish what he started and my head is attempting to bash my libido into oblivion with every reason why I should take him up on the get-out clause.

However, I am too far gone to stop, and it’s now or never and whatever happens next, I will have the rest of my miserable existence to regret it.