Five #2
His brow arches slightly as his eyes rake over me, from my shoes to my flushed cheeks. That piercing stare sends a jolt through my body, with two effects: my throat pulses with stress, and something drops in my stomach.
I’m not a shy girl. But right now, I have no control over the heat rushing to my cheeks… or the nervous, quiet voice that escapes me. “Are you Maxim?”
My question is pointless, I already know the answer. I only asked to break the awkward silence. My voice seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. The corner of his mouth curls up, and he gives me a subtle nod before downing the rest of his drink.
“Close the door, sweetheart,” he says as he walks toward the minibar, his voice is low and smooth.
He overwhelms every one of my senses, and I obey without thinking, without hesitation. When I turn back, he’s already striding toward me with long, confident steps. Instinctively, I want to step back, but there’s nowhere to go. I’m pinned between the door and the solid heat of his body.
I tilt my head as far back as I can, staring into his dark eyes. I’m so exhilarated, it feels like all the blood in my body has rushed to my head. Gasping like a fish out of water, I open my mouth to explain why I’m here, but he presses his index finger to my lips and murmurs,
“Shhh, sweetheart. Let me look at you first.”
My eyes widen, and heat races across my skin.
What is he saying? The only thought comes to my mind is that maybe he remembers me.
But what’s with this behavior? Has he been spinning lustful fantasies about me all these years too?
My chest rises and falls rapidly, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
I can’t look away from him. His dark eyes take me in slowly like I’m the most beautiful woman on earth. His other hand brushes through my hair, his fingertips gliding up my neck, grazing my brows, then tracing the freckles beneath my eyes.
He inhales deeply and exhales against my face, the scent of cigarettes mingling with his cologne, filling my lungs. A strange sensation prickles across my entire body. After studying my face for a long moment, he pulls his finger away from my lips, and I finally manage to speak.
“I came here to thank you.”
It’s the truth. That was one of my reasons for coming.
Suddenly, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, drawing in a deep breath before murmuring in my ear, “I know a lot of ways to say ‘you’re welcome.’ I’ll show you all of them tonight.”
His voice is low, rough, and unmistakably masculine—and his meaning is crystal clear, he wants me. That can’t be right. He must have me confused with someone else.
I swallow hard, trying to wet my dry throat. “But I think you’ve got me…”
A loud knock at the door makes me jump, my heart dropping to my stomach. But it’s Maxim’s reaction that truly roots me in place. In a flash, the seductive, magnetic man turns into a vicious beast.
“Get lost! No one comes near me until I say so,” he bellows.
His sudden aggression startles me, and he sees it. Because when his gaze returns to me, it’s once again calm and sensual, as if nothing had happened. He takes my hand and leads me toward his bed, stopping at the foot of it.
“Want a drink?”
I shake my head. I’ve had enough alcohol tonight, and I need to stay sober to figure out how to navigate this mess. But when his hungry gaze lingers on my breasts, I feel my nipples harden under the desire his presence ignites, and I wonder: do I even want to escape this?
The truth is, this violent man—who I watched kill a filthy pig with his bare fists—looks at me like I’m something he suddenly can’t look away from and treats me like delicate porcelain. He’s the man I’ve dreamed of for years, a wish that seems to have come true.
Sure, Sister Maria always said a woman of honor never gives in to lust, but I never said I wanted to be a nun. As her voice clashes with my own thoughts, I quickly grab Maxim’s wrists when his hands reach the hem of my T-shirt.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, breathless and torn between conflicting emotions.
He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand and answers in a firm, almost menacing tone, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Now move your hand, good girl.”
There’s something wild flashes in his eyes that tells me I’m not leaving this room tonight unless he lets me. The answer to all my inner conflicts boils down to one sentence:
“I have to do this.”
That one thought tears down every wall inside me, giving me an excuse to cross every line I once swore I never would. I release my hands, letting Maxim pull off my T-shirt and bra in one smooth motion. Cool air hits my bare skin, but the fire in his gaze cancels it out completely.
His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. He places both hands on my bare shoulders, sliding them down to the swell of my breasts. His fingers circle my nipples, hard as stones, before he suddenly grips both firmly. The sensation tilts my head back as need tightens low in my stomach.
Maxim lets out a deep sigh and lays me down on the bed. He stretches out beside me, propped on his side, and does the most unbelievable thing. He starts sucking my breasts. I clutch the sheets and stare at him, stunned. His mouth covers more than half of my breast, devouring it with hungry lips.
Along with an intense pleasure I never knew existed in this world, I feel my walls clench harder. Before his mouth moves to the other breast, his hand slips expertly past the waistband of my jeans, bypassing my panties, and settles on my pussy. The soft moan that escapes my lips is involuntary.
Hearing it, he slides his body up over mine and whispers into my mouth: “Fuck. Even your voice is pretty.”
Two fingers circle my clit as he kisses me, slow, firm, burning hot. His weight pins me to the mattress while hard muscle presses against every soft part of me, dragging me closer with every touch.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. This is my first kiss ever, but he’s so skilled that I fall into his rhythm. When I feel the heat of his tongue in my mouth, I devour it with a hunger, as if it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
His fingers venture further, gliding through my folds, and when they pass over my slit, I arch my hips and moan into his mouth.
He pulls his hand from my panties and shifts his body slightly away from mine.
One hand braces against the sheets as he stares down at me, looking like a fallen angel dragged straight out of hell.
The two fingers that were just between my legs now hover near my lips, and I’m burning so hot with lust that I open my mouth without hesitation and suck on them hard. A wicked grin spreads across his face. He drags his fingers to the corner of my mouth, then lowers himself over me again.
He kisses me so fiercely I can’t even feel my lips anymore. Straightening up, he keeps his eyes locked on me, and on my breasts, as he unbuttons the top of his shirt and peels it off.
This man is the full package. A face like a Greek god, and a body built for violence, adorned with intricate tattoos that somehow make him even more irresistible.
Among the captivating designs spread across his chest, I glimpse the image of a woman with wavy hair and several dates etched into his skin.
He unbuckles his belt and steps off the bed, tugging both his pants and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs free, and a cold sweat beads on my forehead.
I’ve never seen a man’s cock before, and the thought of something that size entering me makes every muscle in my body tightens with fear.
When he’s done stripping, he bends down, unbuttons my jeans, and tugs them down over my ass.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he leans in and licks my clit.
He drenches my flesh in his spit, pulling me right back to the edge of pleasure.
My soft moans seem to hit just the right note for him.
This time, he straightens up and peels both my jeans and panties all the way off, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside.
He plants his knees on either side of me on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, making my breasts jiggle.
He slips his hands under my armpits and lifts me like I’m weightless, shifting me farther up the bed until I’m centered.
His forearms brace beside my head like pillars, and this time, he kisses me with a raw, hungry edge, while his knees nudge my thighs apart.
I’m pinned beneath a man I barely know, yet instead of fear, all I feel is the desperate need to touch him.
My hands roam over hard muscle and warm skin, tracing every inch of him.
Beneath my fingertips, he feels like a living marble statue, carved to perfection.
I doubt there’s a single ounce of fat on him.
His whisper brushes my ear, “What should I do with you first?”
He runs his thumb across my lips and growls like a lion, “I want to fuck your mouth, but I can’t wait for that pussy.”
He reaches out and grabs a condom from the dresser drawer. Settling between my legs, he rolls it on with deliberate care. My lungs tighten with anticipation, my heart pounding like it’s trying to break free. Down there, it’s like someone’s pried me open, waiting.
Once he’s fully sheathed, he drags his hand up and down my slit, grinning. “You’ve got a whole pool going down here, baby.”
That’s when I realize how wet I am. How much I want this. He positions the tip of his cock at my entrance and gives a gentle push inside. Instinctively, I grip his thighs, my voice a faint moan. “Please, go slow.”
He leans over me, hands cupping and kneading my breasts as he whispers, “I’m a lot of things, but slow isn’t one of them. I pay good money, and I fuck hard.”
His teeth sink into my lip just as he drives deep into me. The sudden stretch rips a cry from my throat, but he smothers it with a kiss, swallowing my moans against his mouth.