Chapter 15
She tastes like spiced honey. It fits her.
There’s more heat in this woman than I’ve ever seen before. One moment she’s soft and pliable, able to carry on a civil conversation, and the next she’s all firecrackers and nuclear bombs.
I’m not sure which version makes my cock harder.
I move my mouth from hers, kissing her cheek, then her neck. I lightly brush my lips across the bandage before pressing another kiss to her throat.
She makes a sound, a cross of desire and frustration. This woman contradicts even herself.
Trailing my mouth across her throat, I move further down. Nudging the collar of her sweatshirt out of my way, I press a kiss to the crook of her neck.
She rolls her head back, giving me more access, but I can sense her tension. Her shoulders are tight, and her feet are back to wiggling.
The woman has so many tells, it’s amazing she’s been able to get this far in life without being completely taken advantage of.
“Don’t be nervous.” I whisper against her skin.
“I’m not.” But she swallows so hard, I can hear her muscles working. “But you shouldn’t do this.”
Not ‘I don’t want you to do this,’ but ‘you shouldn’t.’
Pressing my palms into the counters edge on either side of her, I have her caged. Exactly where I want her. Bringing my eyes level with hers, I stare at her. The longer I let the silence stretch, the harder she bites the inside of her cheek.
“You want me to kiss you.”
“I didn’t say that.” She tries to flick her gaze away from me, but I’m having none of that.
Grabbing her face, I turn her back to me. “You do. You don’t like that you do, but you want me to kiss you.”
“You’re delusional as well as bossy and arrogant.” She tries to pull away from me, but I’m not letting go that easily.
“So you don’t want me to kiss you?” I lean in closer, taking away any safety she may have felt with space between us.
Trailing the tip of my nose along her jaw, I find my way to her ear. I nip at her earlobe, at the soft spot of her throat right below it.
She releases a soft breath. A release, I think.
“Tell me, Max. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good.” I take her earlobe between my teeth. “But if you lie, I will bend you over the counter and spank you until your ass glows red.”
A little whimper.
The tiniest little sound, but it’s there.
“You like the idea of that, too.” I lean into her neck, smiling at this new discovery.
She’d gotten so wet after I’d spanked her earlier, but a physical reaction like that isn’t uncommon. Even if she didn’t enjoy it, her reaction was there. The way her body softens, the way her pupils expand, and the little whisper of a confession—they tell me everything.
“You like the idea of not being in charge, of someone else carrying the weight of the world.” I kiss her cheek. “If only for a little while. You want to bend.”
“No,” she says, but I ignore it. Because it’s a lie.
I inhale her, the sweet scent of her. I want to sink my teeth into her sweetness.
“You do.” I bite her.
She gasps, rolls her head further back. She loves this.
So do I. I bite down harder, hard enough to leave my mark on her skin for days but not enough to break skin. When I release, I lick my teeth marks.
“You’ll wear my mark now.” I kiss her neck, her cheek, her chin. I kiss my way back to her mouth, while running my finger up the back of her neck into her hair.
Fisting the hair at the scruff of her neck, I hold her still as I take her mouth in a kiss. This time, it’s not short, it’s not sweet, it’s’ not a prelude. It’s everything.
I’m staking a claim on this woman that even she can’t deny.
She whispers my name against my mouth, opening her lips enough for my tongue to slip past. A shudder runs through her.
Scooping her from the counter, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her from the bathroom. When my legs hit the bed, I lean forward, draping her onto the mattress and climbing up with her.
She scoots back until her head is on the pillows. Her eyes are wide and searching as they hit me.
“Lev, we shouldn’t.”
There’s that word again. Shouldn’t.
“No more talking.” I grab hold of the blood-stained collar of her sweatshirt and tear it open in one quick movement.
She cries out, scrambling to grab the edges to pull it back together, but I pin her wrists to the mattress.
“Lev.”
I level a glare on her. “I said no more talking.”
The muscles in her throat constrict as she swallows. Her eyes dart to the door of the bedroom.
“Even if you were to make it out of this room, I’d catch you before you got downstairs. And then I’d have to waste time punishing you instead of making you feel good.”
“Why?”
I tilt my head to the side, studying her. “Why?”
“Why would punishing me be a waste of time?”
So much information in one simple question.
I stretch out over her body, leaning to her side while I take her mouth again. Easily, I work the buttons of her jeans open and slide my hand inside. Her pussy has soaked through her panties.
“Such a nice, wet pussy waiting for me,” I mutter against her lips.
“I…Lev…” She tries to wiggle out from beneath my hand, but now that I have her here, I’m not letting her go anywhere. “Oh, god.”
Her body stiffens. I push two fingers past her entrance, curling them at the knuckles and stroking her.
Her eyes roll.
“Oh, god,” she exhales.
With my free hand, I shove her jeans over her hips, dragging then down her body until I get them free of her and toss them to the floor.
“Wait. We shouldn’t.” She lets loose a little hissing sound when I bend over her, taking her nipple into my mouth through the flimsy fabric of her bra.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I continue to stroke her. It’s not only her body I want on fire, though, it’s her mind, her soul. I want every bit of her ready for me when I finally take her.
“Such a tight pussy.” I nip at her breast, her nipple, then licking her collar bone. “It’s going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh,” she groans. Her hands fly to my forearm, digging her nails into me as her body tenses.
“Are you going to come for me, my little warrior?” I yank the cup of her bra down, freeing her breast. “Can you scream for me? I want to hear every sound you make when you come.”
Scraping my teeth across her hardened nipple, she lifts her hips from the bed.
“Lev. No. Oh, god. Yes.”
Shifting my body, I sink between her thighs, shoving out of my own pants and kicking them away. I slide my hand free of her pussy, using the juices on my fingers to rub her clit. Her fingers tighten around my forearm.
“Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you when you come.” Fisting my shaft, I bring the head of my cock to her hot, wet entrance.
Her eyes fly open as I thrust forward. In one swift movement, I’m seated fully inside her.
She screams.
With both hands she shoves at my chest, thrashing her head to one side. The cry slows to a whimper as my mind clears.
She’s tight.
Virginal tight.
I grit my teeth to keep from doing the natural thing my body wants to do. The urge to pull back and plow into her again and again, is strong. But I fight it.
“Maxine.” Resting my elbows on either side of her face, I frame her cheeks.
“I tried to tell you,” she says softly.
“You’re twenty-four years old, how…” I groan, stilling myself again. “Baby, you can’t move like that. Stay still.”
“I can’t stay still.” She moves her hips again, and it takes more resolve than I believed I had to keep from fucking the breath from her lungs.
Moving my hands to her hips, I pin them down. “Baby, you have to stop moving, or I’m going to fuck you so hard we’re both going to be screaming.”
A light flickers in her eyes with my warning.
Ah, my girl doesn’t mind the pain.
“I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” she says, her voice raspy and heavy with arousal.
“It will feel better in a minute. I promise.” I kiss her as I slowly pull back.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I find her clit. It’s hard and slick. She groans, lifting her hips again as soon as my fingers glide over her.
Slowly, I sink slowly forward into her tight, hot sheath, fighting myself for control every moment. She’s never been fucked. No man has ever touched her in this way before me.
I’m her first.
I plow forward. She cries out, but this time it’s filled with pleasure and need. I roll my head to the side, taking in the sight below me.
Her hair fans out around her head. Her glasses, slightly tilted on the bridge of her nose. Her lips red and swollen from how hard I kissed her.
It shouldn’t be this way. A hard fuck in the bed of a man she mostly hates. Her first time should have been gentle, sweet. Nothing like me.
“Lev.” She hooks her leg around my waist. “Don’t stop, Lev. Please.” She flattens her soft palm against my cheek.
I wrap one hand around her throat, gently squeezing on the sides. “Beg me, little warrior. Beg me to fuck you.”
Her eyes go wide, not because she’s scared, but because she needs this, needs me to show her I can take control, and she doesn’t have to lose herself.
“Lev, please.” She bites down on her lower lip. “Please.”
She arches her back, wincing at the tenderness it causes, then licks her lips.
“Don’t stop, not yet.”
“Once I start, there’s no stopping. Not until you’re screaming my name.” I kiss her, then against her lips I say, “And then you’re mine, Maxine. All mine.”
Once more I capture her mouth beneath mine, this time as I thrust forward, twisting my hips.
She digs her fingernails into my shoulders. Even through my shirt, I can feel the bite of her nails.
“Yes, baby, mark me, too. We’ll wear each other’s marks.”
Her body tightens around me. She’s so close, so near the edge.
“That’s right.” I nip at her throat. “Fucking come for me. Hard. I want to feel you come all over me.”
“Lev, oh god, Lev.” She throws her head back against the pillow.
A good man might gentle his thrusts, lead her to the finish line. A good man might be sweet, give her words of admiration. Flowery prose of some sort.