14. Sophie
14
SOPHIE
W ithout warning, his tongue flicks out, touching the very center of me, tasting my arousal.
I cry out, the sound loud and raw, as the sensation of his tongue on my clit sends shockwaves through my system.
He doesn't give me any time to recover, diving right back in, his tongue circling and pressing, teasing and tormenting until I'm a quivering mess beneath him.
"Maxim, I'm so close," I gasp, my voice breaking on the words. "Please, I need this..."
He responds by plunging two fingers deep inside me, curling them expertly as he simultaneously sucks on my clit, the dual assault of pleasure sending me hurtling over the edge.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with the force of it, my walls clenching tight around his fingers as I scream his name.
As my climax begins to subside, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me breathless on the bed.
"My turn," he growls, his voice husky with desire as he positions himself above me, his hard length pressing insistently against my entrance. I can feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer power in his movements as he lines himself up and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside me in one fluid motion.
We both cry out, the connection too perfect, too intense to remain silent. He holds himself still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he slowly begins to move.
Each thrust is deliberate, controlled, his hips snapping back and forth with a rhythm that drives me wild.
"Get on your knees," he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
I obey without hesitation, rising to my knees on the plush mattress. Maxim steps closer, his powerful presence overwhelming me as he positions himself between my legs. His hands cup my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
"Look at me," he demands, and our eyes lock. "You belong to me now, Sophie. Every inch of you."
His words send a thrill through me, mixing fear with exhilaration. I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from his. He leans in, brushing his lips against mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepens, his tongue delving into my mouth with a hunger that matches my own.
As we kiss, Maxim's hands roam down my body, skimming over my breasts and hips before settling on my ass. He squeezes gently, pulling me closer, his erection pressing against my core. The sensation is electrifying, making me moan into his mouth.
"Such a good girl," he murmurs against my lips, his voice dripping with approval. "Now, let's see how well you can please me."
With that, he guides me down onto my back, positioning me on the edge of the bed. My legs dangle off the side, and he kneels before me, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of me, completely exposed and at his mercy.
"Tell me what you want, Sophie," he says, his tone commanding yet seductive.
"I... I want you," I gasp, my voice trembling with need. "I want you inside me."
He smirks, clearly pleased by my response. "Beg for it, then."
My cheeks flush with humiliation, but the fire in his eyes compels me to obey. "Please, Maxim... I need you. Please, fuck me."
His smile broadens, and he grips his cock, stroking it slowly as he watches me squirm with anticipation. "That's a good start," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come."
With that, he lines himself up with my entrance, pressing just the tip of his cock against my slick folds. I arch my back, desperate for more, but he holds back, teasing me mercilessly.
"Do you like that?" he asks, his breath hot against my ear as he drags the head of his cock up and down my slit.
"Yes!" I cry out, my hips bucking against him. "God, yes, I love it!"
"Good," he growls, finally sinking into me in one swift motion.
The sensation of being filled so completely makes my entire body clench around him, and I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pulls all the way out, only to thrust back in with even greater force, setting a brutal pace that leaves me gasping for air.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, his hips snapping against mine with each thrust. "So tight... perfect."
His dirty talk fuels my arousal, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cling to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounds into me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
"Maxim... I'm gonna come..." I warn, my voice breaking with emotion.
"Not yet," he says, his voice firm. "I want you to wait for it."
With that, he pulls out of me abruptly, leaving me whimpering with frustration. He spins me around, forcing me to kneel down on all fours on the bed, my face pressed against the cool sheets. His hand lands on my ass with a sharp smack, making me yelp.
"Don't move," he orders, sliding back into me from behind.
This position feels even more intense, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. I bite my lip, trying to hold back my orgasm as I stroke myself frantically, but it's no use. His relentless pounding pushes me right to the brink.
"Maxim, please... I can't hold back..." I plead, my voice trembling.
"Come for me," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "Scream my name."
I explode around him, my entire body shuddering with the force of my climax. I call out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.
He follows soon after, burying himself deep inside me as he comes with a roar, his seed filling me up as he pulses all the way inside me. We collapse together, panting and sweaty, our bodies still entwined.
"Goddamn, Sophie," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "I could get used to that."
His arm drapes over my waist, his breathing steady and deep against my shoulder. The weight of him, the warmth of him—it’s good in a way that feels dangerous. Like I could get used to it too.
I should feel guilty. Or scared. Or angry. But all I feel is quiet.
He shifts beside me, his arm tightening around me slightly, and I glance over at him. His face is softer as he drifts off to sleep, the hard lines smoothed away, and for a moment, he doesn’t look like the Bratva boss who kidnapped me. He just looks human.
I let my eyes close, the rhythm of his breathing pulling me under. No, I mustn’t sleep.
I force myself to my feet, slipping into the clothes he brought me, his cum soaking my panties as it leaks from me.
I look down at him.
I could get back into bed, fall asleep in his arms, work out a way to decrypt that file, get him his money back. Take the twenty million, trust that he won’t do the same as every other man in this world, won’t fuck me over.
Or I could leave and pray he doesn’t come after me. He said he had other experts to unlock that file. He doesn’t need me. A one night stand is probably something he’s done hundreds of times.
He won’t hunt me. He’ll have dozens of women to choose from, all of them far richer than me. What have I got to offer a man like him? That’s even if I could ignore the fact he’s a stone cold killer.
I look at him again. God, I want to snuggle in next to him more than anything, let his arms hold me tight, make me feel safe.
“Goodbye,” I whisper as I cross to the door. “Maxim.”