Twenty-One #3
He doesn’t set me down, just steps under the spray and turns it on.
Warm droplets cascade over our heads and faces, like rain washing away not just the blood and grime, but every lingering resentment between us, sending it swirling down the drain.
I raise my hand and gently wipe the dried blood from his temple.
When my gaze meets his piercing stare, I can’t help grinding my lower body harder against his stomach, capturing his lips in a kiss.
He slides his fingers between my ass cheeks, moving them up and down, sending tremors through my entire frame.
I trail my kisses to his stubble, my lips brushing his skin down to his neck, nipping lightly at the flesh.
He kisses my shoulder while easing a finger into my ass.
I let out a long moan that echoes off the tiles, amplifying tenfold in my ears.
With the arm wrapped around my waist, he lifts me a little higher against his body, and with his other hand, he lines up the velvety tip of his cock at my entrance. I’m braced every second for him to fill me when his voice cuts through, barely scraping past his throat.
“Did they hurt you, baby?”
At first, I don’t even register it. I’m so focused on his cock that my brain’s short-circuiting. I lift my head from his neck, panting in confusion.
“What?”
I’m trying to sink down onto him at the same time, but his firm grip on my waist holds me back. His eyes, brimming with sorrow, bleed raw pain.
“Those bastards, did they hurt you?”
It clicks then, and I get what he’s fretting over. I cup his face in my hands and whisper right into his mouth. “No. You got there in time, Maxim. Right on time, my love.”
He exhales like a broken man teetering on tears.
“You promise?”
“I promise. You always show up just in time to save me.”
Staring into his eyes, I push myself down again, and this time he lets me. As our eyes narrow in bliss, I take him deep inside me.
“I swear, babe. No one touched me.”
I rock gently up and down on him, his strong hands steadying my hips.
“You’re mine.”
The bully, the beast, he’s back. I close my eyes and moan. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Only me, Ava. You’ll stay mine. I’ll kill any fucker who lays a hand on you. I’ll kill them.”
And that’s the moment Maxim does what he always does, takes control from me.
His hands clamp down on the cheeks of my ass, and he bounces me wildly on his cock, faster than I can believe.
His rock-hard length slams in and out of me, over and over.
He lifts my weight on his body like I’m weightless.
Our moans, the slap of our skin meeting, the water pouring over our heads and faces, it fills the whole shower.
All the while he’s drilling into me, his greedy, hungry eyes are glued to my body, to my breasts bouncing like mad.
His cock’s piercing my pussy, and his gaze is sinking straight into my soul.
“Ah, Maxim. Maxim.”
The only thing I can manage is his name. A plea woven into my voice, begging him. Begging him to give me more. To flood me even fuller with this intoxicating, mind-melting, addictive rush.
“This pussy is my heaven.”
Just as he swells inside my vagina, my walls grip him tight, and the world shatters for us both in the same instant. We cling to each other through the aftershocks, letting our bodies sway together in the tremors of climax.
He keeps planting these soft, tender kisses on my skin until the world stops spinning and my brain clicks back into place, drawing a quiet smile to my lips. Once my breathing steadies, I voice the question that’s been circling my thoughts these past few days.
“What was Roberto’s problem with you?”
He slips out of me and sets me gently down. For a moment, he holds me steady with his hand, as if worried I’ll falter, then reaches for the body wash on the shelf, squeezes some into his palm, and starts rubbing the slick foam over my skin.
“A few years ago, he and one of his friends showed up at my club and brutalized one of the girls. They thought having powerful politician fathers meant they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.”
“What did you do to them that made him chase revenge all these years?”
His soapy hand slips between my thighs, and my skin is still so sensitive that I shiver under his touch, clinging to him with knees that have gone weak. He smirks and draws me closer.
“I set two of my girls on them, to make them feel what they did to Penelope.”
I blink, lost. His smirk deepens, and he clarifies:
“They strapped a dildo on and fucked them in the ass.”
My mouth drops open in astonishment. His finger traces lazy circles around my nipples, which stand firm and eager.
“An eye for an eye, Ava. That’s the code we’ve lived by all these years.”
I trail my nails over the taut V-lines dipping low on his abdomen.
“Why wait so long?”
“I’d guess he planned to let it slide at first, but eventually his father found out what happened, and the old man pushed him to come after me.”
“What happened to Roberto?”
He draws a deep, frustrated breath, his eyes hardening to chips of stone. “Roberto, his father, Alex, anyone who played a part in this, they’re all dead. That’s what counts. I won’t ruin your sleep with the ugly details.”
I press a kiss to his chest and hold him tighter. Images flash, April, her husband, the battered faces of those women who suffered at Roberto’s hands, and I thank God that bastard is gone from this world, no matter how ugly the end was.