Chapter 26 – VALENTINA
Twenty-Six
VALENTINA
Maksim’s words barely register before he moves, hands steady under my thighs, strength radiating through every inch of him. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, like he needs me closer even though we’re already tangled.
I’m still shaking, still trying to come down, but when I meet his storm-blue eyes, he’s the one unraveling.
He sets me on the desk with a care that doesn’t match the way he just wrecked me. His jaw is locked, his hands ghosting down my thighs. And when his eyes find mine again, they’re wild and dark, as if he’s fighting to hold it together while everything inside him burns.
“You okay?” he murmurs, thumb brushing my swollen nipple. I jolt under his touch and nod, still breathless from the orgasm he just ripped out of me.
I can still feel him everywhere. The scrape of his stubble on my throat. The imprint of his hands on my body. The absolute filth of his mouth in my ear, saying things no one else ever has.
God, I want more. I need more. I need all of him.
I smile and touch his face.
“You broke me…But you promised I’d be ruined, Maxy.”
Maksim doesn’t move. He just watches me in silence, finger still grazing my piercing. Little waves of pleasure begin to ignite again.
“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he finally says.
“Show me. Don’t hold back.”
Something breaks behind his eyes. And then he does exactly what he promised.
He turns me over, hands firm until my chest presses against the desk and my breath fogs the polished surface.
Bent over, legs spread, the cool air hits everywhere he hasn’t touched yet. I should feel embarrassed. But all I feel is…wanted. Like a fucking feast he’s about to devour.
“Look at you,” he says behind me, voice dark and reverent.
I bite my lip as his fingers slide through the slickness between my legs. I’m drenched, and the way he groans at the sight of it nearly makes me come undone on the spot.
“This pussy’s begging, Kolibri. You’re fucking dripping. You need me this bad?”
I nod, but that’s not good enough for him.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my throat suddenly dry. “I need you.”
His fingers push inside and I gasp, my knees nearly buckling when he curls them just right, making my body clench around him like he owns it.
Because fuck me, he does.
My head drops back to the desk, breath ragged, chest heaving. I’ve never felt this exposed or this vulnerable. But I love it. I crave the way he strips me down with every filthy word.
When he pulls his fingers out, I hear it. The wet sound of him licking them clean, and I whimper.
“Mmhm, tastes like you were made for me.”
My eyes flutter shut. I could come from that alone.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“You sound like you’re going to break for me even before I fuck you,” he says, fingers back between my thighs, sliding against my clit. “A mess for me already, and I haven’t even given you what you’re begging for.”
“Then give it to me,” I rasp, pushing back into him. “Please, Maksim.”
He goes silent, like he’s deciding just how hard he’s going to ruin me.
Then his grip clamps around my hips.
“Hold on to the desk,” he growls.
I hear the sound of his zipper and feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance. But before he pushes inside, his palm finds the small of my back. He bends low, mouth brushing my ear.
“I’ll never be gentle with what’s mine. But I’ll never let anything hurt you—not even me.”
And then he thrusts into me.
I cry out, grasping at the edge of the desk.
There’s no pause, no teasing this time. Just the sound of skin meeting skin and the slap of my thighs against the furniture as he drives into me.
“God—” I gasp, bracing with both hands, my nails dragging across the wood. “Harder.”
He answers with a snap of his hips, and the desk creaks under the pressure.
“Like that?”
“Y-yes…please.”
Every thrust wrenches a moan from my throat, slick sounds filling the office as he fucks me into the rough surface.
One hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me down, keeping me where he wants me. The other grips my hip, pulling me back onto him harder.
“This pretty cunt is mine, isn’t it, Kolibri?”
My knees shake. I can’t think, can’t speak. I just nod, grinding back against him.
“Say it.”
He slaps my ass once. Then again. And fuck, it feels so damn good.
“It’s yours,” I murmur. “All of me. Maksim—don’t stop.”
“Look at you,” he breathes. “Taking it so good. You love it when I use you like this?”
“Fuck, yes.”
My head falls forward, and the edge of the wood digs into my ribs, but I don’t care.
He pulls out suddenly and flips me before I can blink. My ass hits the desk, legs spread wide, and he’s back at my entrance in seconds. He doesn’t wait, just slams in, deeper than before, and I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You going to come for me again?” he asks, voice pure filth in my ear.
“I’m close…so close.”
“Good,” he grunts, slamming into me harder, his pelvis grinding against my clit. “Give it to me. I want you to fall apart on my cock.”
And I do.
It hits me like a fucking freight train. My whole body locks up, legs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as I scream his name, but he doesn’t slow. He fucks me through it, holding my face in one hand, staring at me like he wants to memorize every twitch and sound.
“Fuck…Valentina—” he growls, losing rhythm. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” I pant. “I want it inside. Please.”
That’s all it takes.
His hips jerk and he curses low in Russian, then slams deep and stays there, coming hard, his breath ragged against my throat.
And when he finally stops, when the room's quiet except for our heavy breathing, he doesn’t pull away.
He stays buried inside me, hands still on my skin, and his forehead pressed to mine.
Because neither of us is done. Not even close.
This is just the beginning.