BONUS SCENE
WREN
“Do you really have to go to the club?” I whined, wrapping my arms and legs around Maxim to trap him in my embrace when he tried to roll off the bed. Earlier, I’d agreed when he told me he would be dropping in to Mesmerize. I didn’t even bat an eye, but we’d just had sex and I was feeling clingy.
It was okay for a boy to get mushy after being thoroughly bred by his well-hung husband, wasn’t it?
Sometimes I felt so vulnerable after having sex with him because Maxim was so intense; it felt like I gave him every part of me when he was between my legs.
Oh, the things I allowed that man to do to me…
He cupped my ass and squeezed. “Come on, Kroshka. If I don’t get a move on, I won’t be ready when Darius drops by to pick me up.”
I didn’t loosen my grip but pouted. “Darius does whatever you tell him. You can call him up and let him know you’ve changed your mind. Jess was bummed earlier that they had to change their date night because you suddenly decided you wanted to visit the club, so why don’t you cancel it?”
Plastered to him as I was, I felt the deep sigh that expelled from his lungs.
I waited for his response, and when none came, I unlocked my limbs, but not to let him go.
I rolled on top of him and folded my hands on his broad chest to cushion my chin.
He had a furrow between his brow, which wasn’t uncommon.
Maxim was the kind of man who brooded a lot, but it happened more of late, and it took a while to get him out of his funk, whereas I used to be able to walk into a room and he would instantly smile.
I missed that.
Was he getting tired of me already? The way he’d devoured me a while ago, I didn’t think so, but doubt niggled at the back of my mind.
“Babe?” I hated how small and insecure my voice sounded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He smoothed one of his hands down the small of my back and down to my ass. His fingers dipped between my cheeks to rub lazily over my swollen, cum-slicked opening.
If he still touched me like this, we were fine, right? Maybe he was being so tight-lipped because it had to do with his business. He kept me out of it as much as possible, but I couldn’t let it go in case it was something else—us.
“Maxim, were you satisfied just now?”
His head jackknifed up from the bed as he looked up at me. “What?”
“I don’t know. I can sense something’s wrong. We just had sex, but you look…unhappy. Maybe it’s because I’m not doing something right?”
Why, I could quit being such a passive lover and take control more. I could ride him sometimes too, but I always had the feeling Maxim wanted to be the one in control. He didn’t mind me taking and taking while he did all the work.
“Kroshka, you’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I don’t believe you.” My eyes stung at the prospect that I wasn’t pleasing him the way I wanted to. “I don’t mind being on top, you know. If you’d let me, I’d ride you more or—”
Maxim rolled us over, so I was crushed between him and the bed. He nudged my legs open, and two fingers penetrated me slowly. My eyes flew to his face, my lips falling apart.
Fuck, I loved the way he touched me so much. If this didn’t mean as much to him…
“Look at the way you respond to me.” He dropped a kiss on my nose while his fingers continued to work their magic on my body. “How can you think you don’t satisfy me?”
“Maybe you want me to do more—” I gasped, my body bowing off the bed when he pressed against my prostate, which was already sensitive from earlier.
“More than what, Wren?” His lips trailed kisses across my cheekbone. “Do you remember when we first got together like this? It was the middle of the night, and you’d stayed with me after you witnessed my first seizure. I threw you out, and you were mad at me when I brought you back in.”
I buried my face in his neck, grinding on his fingers. “You were an asshole. I should have never slept with you that night, but I was already so in love with you and trying to hide it.”
He chuckled low, soft, and seductive. His fingers slipped out, and I made a sound of protest in the back of my throat that ended in a moan when the thick head of his erection slipped inside of me.
Fuck, his recovery time is amazing.
But I wasn’t about to complain. I could never get enough of Maxim.
“You remember what you promised me then?” His hips moved in an unwinding motion with each thrust, slow and deep.
“What?”
“That you would be mine to use whenever I want.” His lips trailed down my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, and I shoved my head back into the bed.
“And you’ve done that, Wren. You never deny me, do you, Kroshka?
Even when you’re mad at me, you never deny me, so how can I be dissatisfied with you?
I’ve been inside you so many times, and it’s never enough. ”
His lips came down on mine, his lips moving just as slowly as his hips. It was torturous the way he controlled my body. My thighs literally fell apart even wider to accommodate him—always accommodating him.
“Ooh, Max—” I choked on his name and reached for my cock, but he captured my hands in his and forced them above my head. “Please—”
“Love the way you beg, Wren.” He mumbled words in Russian I didn’t need to understand. I twisted beneath him helplessly as I fulfilled the promise I’d made to him that night months ago. That I was his to use, to own, to breed.
“Maxim…oh my God.”
Earlier, my climax had rushed in fast and ended just as quickly, but this time was different.
Each thrust was like a snowball effect, swelling bigger and bigger until I felt maddened with the need to come.
But Maxim still didn’t move any faster. He raised his head, his eyes trained on my face as I gasped and cried out from how sensitive my cock was.
All I needed was for him to touch me, and I would come.
“That’s it, Kroshka,” he whispered. “Let me breed you again, then I’ll make you come.”
“Maxim, it hurts.” So fucking good.
He groaned, hips grinding deep, and I instinctively tightened around him.
“Fuck.” He removed one hand and grabbed my hip, fingers bruising from his tight hold on me. “So good, Kroshka. Always so fucking good with you like this.”
With a grunt, he pumped his seed into me in three rapid strokes. Then his cock was gone, and he was face-down between my cheeks. He wrapped a hand around my cock in a secure hold and stroked me while his tongue delved inside of me, lapping up his spend.
“Maxim, I—I—”
Just before I exploded, Maxim’s lips closed around the head of my cock, and my load ended up in his mouth. He sucked me dry, fingers massaging my prostate, milking every drop of me onto his tongue.
“Oh God, that’s enough.” I grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers away from my overly sensitive prostate.
He lifted off my cock and leaned forward to kiss me. “Does that convince you I have no complaints?”
I wrapped my legs and arms around him and nodded with a smile. “But something is bothering you. Is it the reason you’ve decided to go to the club?”
He rested his forehead on mine. “Hmm. I haven’t been there since Sergei took over because I didn’t want him or anyone to think I was micromanaging him. Next to you, he’s the closest person to me, Wren.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
He shook his head, dropped a kiss on my lips again, then broke free of my hold. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll pop in so he knows I still support him despite everything.”
I sat up on the bed, dragging the sheet up to my waist. “Still? Maxim, is something going on between you and Sergei? Please talk to me. I know you always keep things from me, but this is different. Like you said, Sergei is like a brother to you.”
He sat down hard on the bed, and I shifted closer to rest my chin on his shoulder. He dropped a hand to my thigh.
“Sergei has been by my side for over a decade,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“When I met him, he was a half-starved teen fighting in the ring just to eat. He was being taken advantage of, making the most of the money but earning little from it. He had little motivation and even less purpose, but he was vicious. I took him under my wing to work security for me. In little time, he was my most loyal man. The only one I knew I could rely on a hundred percent all the damn time.”
“And you think that’s changed?”
“I don’t know. I think his loyalty has shifted.”
I inhaled sharply, fear shaking my insides. Broken loyalties usually meant hurting for normal people, but for men like Maxim, it meant punishment, and at worst, death. Archie was an example. He’d been close to Maxim, and Maxim hadn’t hesitated to kill him—brutally.
“Why do you think that?”
“He’s been seeing Leo.”
Leo? It took a few seconds for the name to sink in.
“Dr. Cavanagh? Are you sure?”
“Yes. He told me so himself. He thinks they’re in love.” The last sentence was uttered on a scoff.
“But—I don’t think Dr. Cavanagh would want anything to do with us after everything that’s happened.”
“Exactly. And if you can understand that, why can’t he?
” He rose to his feet and paced in front of the bed, oblivious to his nakedness.
“Sergei’s never had a relationship before.
He’s a ruthless killer, but he’s also never had affection from anyone.
I’m worried he’s going to end up learning the truth that Leo is using him. ”
“Are you certain that’s what Leo is doing? He did help us. He’s the reason I’m alive.”
“He had no choice in the matter; I would have killed him if anything had happened to you.” His hands curled into fists at his sides. “That I let him walk away from the whole thing was me showing him mercy. If he harms Sergei…”
I frowned, not liking where this was going at all. Leo seemed like a nice enough man. He’d treated me twice, and we were responsible for his husband’s death. But Maxim also had a right to feel worried about one of his men.
“Maxim, have you told Sergei how you feel?”
“Of course I did. I told him Leo was using him. That he could fall in love with anyone else except him.”
I let out a groan. “That’s not what I meant. Did you tell Sergei that you oppose his relationship with Leo because you care about him and you’re worried he might get hurt?”
Maxim nailed me with a stare and a quizzical frown. “We’re grown men, Wren. We don’t talk about feelings.”
“You do with me.”
“That’s different. I love you.”
“And you love him too. Why can’t you say it to him? I say it to Jess all the time.”
“That’s because you and Jess are—”
“Are what?” I crossed my arms and pouted. “Are weaker? Less than?”
“No, solnyshko, you know I never think of you like that. It’s just different with you. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“But if it means Sergei understands why you are against his relationship, isn’t it worth it?”
Maxim fell silent for a few seconds. Then he swore under his breath. “You do not understand. I’m going to shower, or I’ll be late. Since you decided to stay at home, you can shower after.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, and I flopped down on the bed. Stubborn man. Maybe I could talk with Sergei, but Maxim rarely let me out of his sight. He wouldn’t allow me to go anywhere near Sergei if Leo was with him.
Maybe I was worried for nothing, and everything would work out. It would be good for Sergei to fall in love. He was way too serious in the way he cared for Maxim. He’d been so reluctant to leave Maxim’s side and take on his new role at the club.
My phone vibrated three times, and I stretched over to pick it up from the night table. Jess. She probably wanted us to hang out if the men were all going to the club.
JESS:
Code red. You need to come to the club with Maxim.
I frowned and typed back a reply.
I’m not in the mood for dancing tonight. Too sore.
JESS:
I love that you’re getting dicked down regularly now, but this is serious. Nik just told me Sergei is taking Leo to the club.
What the hell? Didn’t Sergei know Maxim would be there? Why would he take Leo there tonight of all nights?
Tell Nik to inform Sergei that Maxim will be there.
JESS:
He knows and doesn’t give a damn. According to Nik, he’s fallen hard for the doctor.
This is bad. Maxim does not have any tolerance for Leo. I don’t want him to fall out with Sergei.
JESS:
That’s why you need to show up at the club with Maxim. If you’re there, Maxim won’t cause a scene. And if he does, you’re the only one he’ll listen to.
Me? Since when does Maxim listen to me? The man is used to running the show. I don’t know if my being there will prevent anything.
JESS:
Remember laser tag? Sergei took a bullet that day all because you wanted him to join us even though he didn’t want to. Are you really not going to interfere?
I groaned, staring at the bathroom door. Maxim might pamper me in our personal lives, but he kept me away from the business. If I interfered…but how could I not?
Fine. I’ll be there.
I dropped the phone and shimmied off the bed. Maxim was in the shower, his arms braced on the wall, and his head bowed. He was just standing there letting the water sluice down his body. My heart ached seeing him like that. He was a lot more worried about Sergei than he’d shared.
He straightened up when I slid the shower door aside and quickly stepped inside.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I changed my mind. I think I’ll go with you to the club after all.”
He cocked his head to one side, staring at me. “Why did you change your mind?”
I shrugged, hating lying to him. “I don’t want to be home alone. We have Jellybean, but he can’t respond when I talk to him.”
He chuckled and pulled me closer to apply soap to my chest. “Alright then. Let me get you all washed up.”
“Okay.”
I fell silent for a while as he soaped my body. When my back was to him, and he was flushing his cum from my ass, I said, “Max, what are you going to do about Sergei and Leo?”
His hand stilled. “I don’t know yet.”
“Whatever you do, you can’t hurt Leo. It’ll affect your relationship with Sergei.”
“Then I have no choice but to hire someone to watch Leo’s every move. The faster I find proof that he’s using Sergei, the sooner this can all be over, and I can bury him alongside his husband.”
A shiver ran down my spine despite the warmth of the water running down my body. For everyone’s sake, I hoped Leo was clean. That he cared about Sergei and Maxim wouldn’t find him a liability because I could no more stop his death than I could have his husband’s.
END OF PART 1.