Chapter 25 – MAKSIM
Twenty-Five
MAKSIM
Ican’t kiss her hard enough. Can’t feel her deep enough. I swallow every moan and every gasp, like I’m trying to breathe her in. My fingers are too rough, and my grip far too fucking tight. But I can’t stop. It’s like I’ve been starving my whole life, and now I’m finally allowed to eat.
“This is crazy,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“It is,” I say, dragging her shirt up and tossing it behind me.
She fists my hair, tipping my head back.
“But I love crazy. I live for shit like this.”
“Do you?”
I drag my tongue over the swell of her breasts, biting at the fabric until it darkens. And she grinds harder against me, chasing the friction.
“Show me, beautiful,” I rasp. “I want to know everything—what you love, what makes you feel alive—”
“You.”
The word leaves her mouth in a whisper, and we freeze, eyes steady, breath held. Waiting.
Valentina breaks it with a soft laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ruso.” She leans in, her lips brushing mine, teasing the edge of my control. “I just meant that…you make me feel so many things. Reckless, happy, and so fucking horny.”
The urge to rip her bra clean from her body makes my hand tremble as I reach around for the clasp. “You should have told me sooner.”
“I tried,” she says, arching her back as I drag the straps down her shoulders. “I practically threw myself at you, Maxy. What, you needed a neon sign over my head that said ‘fuck me’?”
I should laugh because that shit’s funny.
But then her bra falls away, and I freeze. Silver catches the light, twin bars glinting where I hadn’t expected them. And now I can’t look away.
“Blyad…” I mutter under my breath, eyes on her pierced nipples, already hard and begging for my mouth. “You’ve been hiding these from me?”
Her smile is sultry. “Took you long enough to find them.”
I scoff and run my thumb over one, just to hear the sharp breath she sucks in. Then I lean in and flick my tongue against the bar and watch her body jolt.
“You’re a goddamn work of art, Valentina,” I growl, sucking one into my mouth, slow and deep. “And I’m completely fucked.”
“You like them? It was a birthday gift to myself.”
Another lick and her eyes roll back. “Yeah, I like them.”
My hands slide up her back until I’ve got a fistful of her ponytail.
“Maksim.” She lets out a desperate sound, hips grinding in steady rhythm against my cock, like she’s trying to break me one stroke at a time. “Whatever this is, whatever happens here…no regrets.”
I bury my face between her breasts and breathe in the sweet scent that clings to her skin.
It’s addictive.
It’s hers.
“There’s no going back, Kolibri. You’re mine.”
“Make me yours, then. Right here. Right now.”
Valentina’s fingers move to my belt.
“No.”
Her eyes snap open, and her hips stop. But before she can voice the concern creasing her pretty features, I grip her throat with one hand and drag her hard over my cock with the other.
“I need to hear you come with my name on your lips again before I even fuck you.”
“Please,” she begs, her plush lip whitening where teeth bite down.
I tug it free and squeeze her ass. “Ride.”
Her lashes flutter, and for half a second, she hesitates. But then her hips roll slowly like she’s teasing me back for making her wait.
“Faster.”
She grinds down again, dragging that soaked little pussy over the length of my cock through the fabric like it’s not enough.
Because it isn’t. Not for either of us. She’s wet enough to stain my pants, breath breaking in short pants as her hands brace on my shoulders and she moves exactly how I told her to.
“You need more, don’t you?”
A soft whimper slips out as she nods, eyes glazed.
“You feel that ache inside you?” I groan, my mouth at her throat. “That’s mine now.”
Nails bite into my skin, sharp little crescents, and she rides harder, chasing the edge. Her nipples brush my chest, silver bars catching the light, taunting me with every bounce.
I lean forward and take one into my mouth, tongue tracing the bar until she gasps.
“Fuck…Maksim—”
She’s trembling now, thighs clenching around me, breath catching in my ear. She’s close—so fucking close.
“Keep going,” I growl against her skin. “Use me. Take what you need.”
She fucking gives it to me. No hesitation. No fear. Just raw, desperate need.
And it does something to me.
I’ve killed men without blinking, led operations, made deals sealed in blood, but I’ve never once lost control.
But this woman grinding on my cock with her tits bare and her eyes blazing, she unravels me.
Every twist of her hips, every broken moan that slips past those pretty lips, makes it harder to breathe. I’m aching to tear my zipper down and sink inside her. To ruin her for anyone else so completely that even the memory of another man makes her laugh.
I want to mark her. Not just physically. Not just bruises and bite marks and the way my hands fit around her throat. No, I want it deeper. I want to claim the places no one sees. The soft parts, the hidden ones, and the parts she’s never trusted another man with.
Valentina rolls again, harder, wetter, and I nearly lose it. My grip tightens, and I feel her losing it for me. Because of me.
And all I can think is…
Mine.
She has no idea what she’s done. No fucking clue that the second she opened this door, she sealed her fate. She’s mine now. And I’ll burn it all down, scorch everything I’ve built to keep it that way.
I grab her jaw and force her to meet my eyes.
“You gonna come all over my cock like a good girl?”
She nods, breathless.
“Do it. Drip for me. Right fucking now.”
Two more strokes and she comes apart, my name falling from her lips as I hold her steady, guiding her through every tremor until she’s spent and trembling in my arms.
And fuck, I want more. I want to drag her down, tear my pants open, and sink into her until she forgets her own name.
“Yeah…that’s it,” I growl against her throat, feeling the sweat on her skin. “You come so fucking pretty.”
She slumps against me, breath ragged, teeth open on my shoulder.
But I’m nowhere near finished.