Maximus (Vegas Mafia)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

SIERRA

I ’m glad he’s gone. Now it’s over I am mortified at what just happened—what we did. What I asked him to do.

My entire body took charge and became a vessel I never realized existed for pleasure.

His pleasure.

My pleasure.

I wanted him so much my common sense was left on the balcony and now I must live with the consequences of that. I whored my virginity out to a stranger and despite the fact I liked—no loved every second of it, I really desired more.

As I shower my shame away, I stare at the blood dripping down the drain, reminding me how cheaply I valued my innocence. What happens in Vegas I hope like hell stays in Vegas and that was why we came here. I wanted to experience something different, but I never really thought this through.

I should have gone with my friends and the nightmare wouldn’t be just beginning now because how can I face them tomorrow knowing what I have done?

They will be appalled and disgusted with me and rightfully so, which is why nobody must ever find out what went on here tonight.

I wrap a towel around my body and venture back to the scene of my crime and part of me almost expects to see him standing there ready for the second hour of fun. What was I thinking? I am off my head on adrenalin and bad decisions, and now I must wrestle with what’s left of my dignity and bid him farewell forever.

My dress feels different as it glides over my body. It’s as if I aged a thousand years tonight and yet somehow I feel better for it. Now I know what all the fuss is about and it was on my terms - well, almost.

It dresses me in a bravado I never expected and from out of nowhere, a wicked grin lights my smile because fuck me, that was the best experience of my life, which will undoubtedly be followed by my worst.

When I leave the room, my heart flutters when I see him standing by the huge fireplace, a drink in his hand, unashamedly naked.

My gaze sweeps across his muscular body and a tightening in my core tells me I may be up for the second hour after all.

His hooded expression sweeps my way, and he nods to the dollar bills on the table.

“You have a choice. Take the money and run, or wait a while and share a drink with me.”

His cocky smirk should make me run and not look back, but I could use a shot of Dutch courage and smile. “The drink would be good. Thank you.”

I am struggling not to stare at his body that was obviously crafted from my imagination and knowing that same body was responsible for my discarded virginity isn’t a bad memory to have. It could have been much worse and so I accept the glass of champagne that he hands me as he nods to the couch. “Take a seat.”

As I perch on the edge, my gaze drifts to his manhood and I swallow hard, the blood rushing to my head as I salivate over the one thing I should be horrified by. There is a naked man in my vision and I am fully dressed. My mother would shit a brick if she could see me now and my father, well, that’s a vision best left unseen.

He surprises me by taking the seat bedside me and as his leg brushes against mine, desire flares inside me like a lit match.

My fingers shake as they grip the glass and he whispers, “We still have one hour left.”

“I know.”

I gulp the champagne, loving how it douses the heat inside me, and he says huskily, “I prefer you naked.”

I swallow hard, my vision blurring as my body wakes up to the fact this isn’t over yet and he whispers darkly, “Strip for me.”

I don’t even question him and merely stand, staring into his lustful eyes as I slowly peel off my dress, followed by my lingerie, unashamedly standing naked before him as his heated gaze sears against my shivering skin.

“On your knees.”

A flicker of excitement grips me as I drop before him and he opens his legs and palms his cock, growling, “Take it.”

Fuck. This is turning out to be one hot night to remember and as I settle between his legs, I stare at his cock with trepidation.

Take it. I kind of guess what that means and as I press my lips against it, he hisses, “Open your mouth.”

I do as he says and before I can breathe, he fists my hair and pushes in roughly, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag as he pulls back and then thrusts inside again several times. My eyes blur as I struggle to accommodate him and as he groans with pleasure, I gain a morbid sense of satisfaction from that.

This is degrading, really fucking degrading, but what did I expect? He is paying me and I’m the fool who agreed to it.

As he punishes my mouth for ever agreeing to this, a hot stream of cum hits the back of my throat and he says roughly, “Swallow every fucking drop.”

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and do as he says, almost gagging at the salty taste that fills my entire mouth. When I finish, he thrusts my glass into my hand and orders, “Drink it. Every fucking bubble.”

I swallow the champagne and as it mixes with him, it coats me inside with delirium. I have never been so dirty, so used and so wicked, and I’d pay him four hundred dollars for the privilege if he asked.