Chapter 15 #2
I am not a good man.
Pulling back until I’m virtually gone from her, I stop, stare down at her. With my hand still wrapped around her throat, she looks up at me: eager, needy, fucking gorgeous.
Ruthlessly I plow into her. Pounding into her body again and again, taking every bit her body offers. She whines, wiggles, and cries out beneath me.
She throws her fists into my chest.
“Come for me, Maxine.” I order, her, swirling her clit beneath my finger faster and faster while my cock thrusts into her at full force. “Fucking come.”
Her eyes, those big, beautiful brown eyes, go wide.
And then she screams. A full chested, throat splitting scream as her body unravels into an orgasm that grips my cock.
Her back arches, lifting her from the bed as her release overcomes her.
I growl, fighting to hold on.
Electricity zips down my spine as my balls pull tight.
She gasps for air, collapsing back against the pillows. Moving both hands to her hips, I pin her to the bed and drive into her. Her body tightens around me, and I’m done for.
I drive into her again and again, until my body stills, my release freezing me as I empty into her body. Her sweet, soft, virginal body.
She’s mine now.
The spasms slow, and the room comes back into focus. And her with it.
She stares up at me, her brow wrinkled, her lips pinched together so tightly they’re turning white.
“Max.” I wipe away the hair that’s become stuck to her forehead. We’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, our breaths quick and raspy.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you badly?” I push her chin to the side, so I can check the bandage. To be sure I didn’t make her start bleeding again.
“I’m fine.” She shoves my hand away.
Slowly, I slide from her body, settling next to her and splaying my hand on her belly. “Stay here, I’ll get a wet towel.”
She’s quiet as I get up from the bed, snatching up my pants from the floor as I make my way to the washroom. Before getting dressed, I clean off my cock. It’s wet with her arousal and blood.
I should have been gentler.
Who am I kidding; I’ve never been a soft lover. None of the women I’ve fucked have ever wanted anything than the monster I am.
I run a washcloth under warm water and ring it out. I’ll clean her up, and tuck her in. It’s the middle of the night, and she’s had one hell of a night.
When I return to the bedroom, she’s lying on her side with her cat curled up beside her. Max scratches the cat’s ears. The purring this thing does is loud; I can hear it as soon as I step into the room.
Max notices me and her gaze moves to the damp washcloth.
“Thanks.” She reaches out for it, but I shake my head.
The cat looks up at me and I flick my chin indicating I want her to move. She narrows her eyes and takes her time, but she gets up and jumps over Maxine to lay on the other side of her.
“I don’t understand how she listens to you.” Maxine rolls to her back while pulling the torn sweatshirt together.
For a moment, I think she’s going to let me clean her without any argument, but she’s only turned so she can reach the damn cat again.
When I sit on the bed beside her, Maxine pins her knees together and puts her hand out.
“I can do it.”
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you’re allowed.”
Her eyes ignite. “Allowed?”
I put my hand on her knee. “Spread your legs so I can clean you. It was your first time, and I wasn’t gentle. I want to be sure you’re all right.”
A blush covers her from her neck all the way up to her ears. “I’m fine.”
I remain steadfast, settling a firm stare on her so she understands I’m not fucking around here. I don’t negotiate.
With a heavy sigh and an exaggerated eyeball she lets her knees fall to the sides. “Fine.”
It’s full of attitude, but we’re making progress, so I let it go.
Marion jumps onto Maxine’s chest as I wipe the washcloth over Maxine. “You’re not hurting?”
“Oh, god. We don’t have to talk about it.”
“It was your first time; it won’t hurt as much next time.”
“I know that. Just because I never had sex before tonight doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about sex.” She snaps her legs back together as soon as I lift the washcloth away.
She eyes the smears of blood on the cloth, her cheeks reddening a deeper shade.
“I never had a boyfriend long enough to get to the point— never mind.”
How this woman could have gotten this far without a man devouring her, is something I can’t understand. Aside from the fact that she’s gorgeous, she’s strong, independent, and full of fire. All of which has helped her survive up until now.
She sits up, cradling Marion in her lap, and swings her legs around me and over the side of the bed. “This is your room, Lev. I can’t take it. Let me use one of the other rooms.”
Tingling builds in my sinus. I clear my throat, getting up from the bed and moving to the other side of the room hoping it will pass. A few deep breaths, and I manage to tamp it down.
“You’re staying here.” I lean against the dresser as my phone starts vibrating in my back pocket.
“I don’t—”
“No arguing. Enough arguing. You’re staying here.” I grab my phone and swipe open the notifications.
“Fine. But only until I find a new place to stay. One night. That’s it.” She pulls the sweatshirt together and moves to the duffle bags on the floor by the dresser. Digging out a cotton nightgown, she carries it into the bathroom to change.
I’m reading the text messages from Vas, so I don’t bother to remind her that I’ve seen everything she’s trying to hide right now.
By the time she comes back out, I’ve changed out of my jeans and button down into a pair of black cargo pants and black long-sleeved sweater.
Vas has one of the shooters and is ready for me.
“You’re leaving?”
“I am.” Marion rubs her ears against my leg, then makes her way back to bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To get some answers.”