Seventeen #4
Our lower bodies rub together with nothing between us, and even though I’m furious enough to kill him and my ass is still burning from the marks of his belt, my traitorous body responds, heat spreading through me.
Maxim catches both my wrists, stretches them above my head, and pins them there with one hand while he gently bites my lower lip.
His other hand slides down between my thighs. Two fingers push inside me, testing how wet I am for him.
One corner of his mouth lifts.
“Don’t fool yourself, Ava. You and I are addicted to each other. We’re fucking contaminated with each other. You’re my drug, and I’m yours.”
His fingers sink deeper. My eyes fall shut, a moan escaping me as my back arches beneath him.
He buries his face against my neck and whispers,
“Now that I’ve punished you for your slip-up, let me fuck that image out of your head.”
He releases my wrists and braces his forearm against the mattress. His fingers leave me, and he positions his cock at my entrance.
I plant both hands against his shoulders and shove hard, twisting him over.
He goes with the movement.
Now he’s flat on his back beneath me, and I’m straddling him.
His hands close around both sides of my ass, right over the marks left by his belt. A pained moan slips from my lips at the sting beneath his palms, my brows pulling together.
“No painkiller works better than an orgasm that makes your fucking legs shake. Use me for that burning ass, my vixen,” Maxim says with a wicked smirk.
I reach down and slap him so hard across the face that the marks of my fingers bloom across his skin.
Then I rise and drop down on his cock in one hard motion, taking him to the hilt.
“Shut up, Maxim. Just shut the fuck up, you bastard.”
I start riding him hard, ripping my blouse and bra off and throwing them aside, my breasts bouncing wildly with every movement.
I close my eyes, plant my hands against his chest for leverage, and ride him mercilessly. Maxim keeps both hands clamped around my red, burning ass, refusing to let me slow down.
Between the loud groans tearing from his throat, he says,
“This is on me too that you turned out so reckless. I should’ve claimed you sooner, put my name on you, slid a ring on that fucking finger of yours.
Then you wouldn’t be out there losing your mind over every cheap fuck or whore walking by, throwing yourself at someone just to make me jealous.
And no bastard alive would’ve dared lay a hand on you.
Not even if you served yourself up gift-wrapped. ”
I slap my hand over his mouth.
“In your fucking dreams, asshole.”
Like a panther, he explodes into motion.
He flips us in one swift move, coming down over me without letting go of my ass. He settles between my thighs, still gripping both sides as he lifts my lower body off the mattress.
Then he starts pounding into me savagely, his voice rough with possessive fury.
“You’re mine, Ava. Long as you draw breath, you’re mine. And I’m yours. Told you that before, didn’t I? I’ll give you everything, my whole damn world. But this pussy? It’s mine. Only mine.”
Between the loud moans pleasure rips from me, I fist the sheets.
“I hate you, Maxim. I hate you.”
He drives harder, grunting louder. “Yeah, that’s right. You hate me. Don’t want me one bit.”
The room echoes with the wet slap of skin on skin and our guttural groans.
Minutes drag on before he growls and turns me over, shifting to straddle my ass. His hands clamp down on both cheeks, the fresh sting and burn ripping another cry from my throat.
With a low rumble, he hammers into me without mercy.
“This pussy’s mine. Only mine.”
His fingers tease my asshole, toying with it, and as I’m shattering from the overload of pleasure, he commands, “Come for me, Ava. Come on, baby.”
The command shatters something inside me. A broken cry tears from my throat as my entire body convulses beneath him, my legs shaking uncontrollably while pleasure crashes through me hard enough to blur my vision.
“That’s it,” he growls, gripping my ass harder. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Shake for me.”
Every fiber of me quakes, and he slams into me one last time, hard, spilling over the edge.
His orgasmic growls fade, and he collapses beside me on his back, eyes shutting. His chest still heaves noticeably, breaths ragged and uneven.
My ass burns like it’s been held to a flame, and I’m so drained I can’t even twitch.
He turns his head toward me, his gaze like stone.
“Tomorrow morning, I’m going out to hunt down that bastard Leonardo. When I get back, we’re getting married.”
A smirk tugs at my lips before I can stop it. From a player like Maxim, what did I expect? Roses and a candlelit proposal?
“No chance in hell I’m marrying you. You don’t know me yet. I’m leaving here. Whatever it takes, I’m gone,” I murmur as I shift back a little.
He grips my neck and drags me forward across the bed, ruthless. His mouth crashes onto mine with brutal hunger, swallowing my whimper as the metallic tang of blood coats my tongue.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes lock on mine, sharp, burning, unrelenting.
He licks the blood from my lip and threatens in a low, lethal whisper, “Don’t cross me, Ava. Trust me, you won’t like how it ends.”