Chapter 31 – VALENTINA
Thirty-One
VALENTINA
“You’re joking. It’ll be pitch-black in there. We’ll never make it out.”
I don’t realize I’m gripping his shirt like a lifeline until he chuckles, and I feel his chest rising against my knuckles. But he doesn’t pry me off. He just gives me that infuriating grin that drives me crazy in all the best ways.
“I’ve got us covered.” He pulls out a strange-looking key. “You don’t have to be scared.”
“I’m not!” My voice comes out smaller than I’d like. Too childish. And that’s the last thing I want to sound like around Maksim.
Time to fix that.
I wriggle out of his arms and use the railing for balance, making my way toward the entrance. “Was this your plan, Maxy? Bring me here after dark, chase me through a maze, and tell me you’ll fuck me if you catch me?”
He slides the key into the panel and turns it. Electricity hums to life, flooding the attraction in dim red and blue light. He glances up at me and grins.
“Not originally,” he says. “But now that you mention it…sounds like a good idea.”
I slip beneath the chain and steady myself on my good leg, fingers catching the hem of my shirt. In one slow motion, I pull it over my head and let it fall at my feet.
“I’ll make it easy for you,” I whisper. “Leave you little breadcrumbs along the way.”
My hand glides down my bare abdomen, tracing the curve of my hip before I lift my gaze and wet my lips.
“Find me. Catch me. Fuck me.”
Maksim grips the banister, knuckles white, and nods before heading up the ramp. I slip into the maze, using the mirrored walls for balance.
Goddamn this leg. I laugh under my breath. This is so not sexy.
Carefully, I let the boot touch the metal floor and test my weight. The pain is there, but mild, manageable. Then step by step, confidence builds until I’m moving on two feet, deeper into the maze.
“Yes,” I whisper, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and toss it over my shoulder.
I know Maksim isn’t far behind. He’s probably taking his time, following the trail I’m leaving. My pulse races all the same, anticipating his hands on me, inside me. The thought alone makes me shudder.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Ptichka.” His voice echoes through the darkness. “All the ways I’m going to tear you apart.”
I stumble forward, catching myself with a palm against the mirror, breath fogging the glass. Slowly, I hook my thumbs into my shorts and let them slide down my legs until they pool at my ankles.
My reflection stares back at me—bare, flushed, and trembling. And my gaze drifts to the glint of metal splitting my nipple. I tweak one of the barbells and bite my lip as a wave of heat rolls through me.
For a split second, I swear I see him. His reflection behind me, eyes dark.
And then he’s gone.
“Just standing there watching, Maxy?” I taunt, stepping out of my shorts. “Why not come get what you want? Claim what’s yours.”
His deep chuckle ripples through the mirrored hall, the sound feral, curling under my skin and lighting me up from the inside.
Every nerve aware of him closing in. Again, I brace on the glass and slip a hand inside my thong.
My fingers work in circles around my slick clit, moving to the rhythm of want as I moan his name.
“Maksim,” I breathe, “I want to see what a hundred of me would look like riding that pretty face…each one ruining it.”
A crash splits the air, glass shattering somewhere behind me. With a satisfied smirk, I drag my panties down my legs and shed the soaking fabric. I know we’re near the end, that winning means losing, but pride keeps me moving forward.
“I have a broken leg and you still can’t—”
My words cut off when Maksim’s strong hand closes around my throat, and he slams me against the wall.
“Found you. Caught you. Now I get to fuck you.”
“Oh no, how devastating,” I say in my best mock-damsel tone, fingers already working his belt.
He laughs and crushes his mouth to mine, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse stutter.
I dig my nails into his skin.
I’ve never felt like this, never fallen this hard.
I’m practically shaking with the need to be filled by him.
This…this is exactly what I’ve always craved.
That intoxicating rush of euphoria. Not even the speed, the danger, the way the world blurs behind the wheel has ever made me feel this alive. Not the way I do in his arms.
“But first,” I murmur, eyes flicking up to meet his, “your prize.”
His cock springs free as I shove his pants down and sink to my knees.
I haven’t seen too many, maybe a handful, but biased or not, Maksim’s is the prettiest, and without a doubt, the biggest. My confidence wavers for a split second before I pull it together, wrap my hand around his thick shaft, and get to work, running my tongue up the underside.
The tip is already wet, and I flick it, eyes fluttering shut as the taste of him hits my mouth.
More.
I take him inch by inch, gaze locked on his, until he nudges the back of my throat, and I grin around him, pushing a little further.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fist tangling in my hair.
The sting at my scalp draws a moan from my throat.
Maksim’s gaze lifts, scanning the reflection of the mirrored walls behind me, and he starts thrusting harder.
My eyes blur with tears as he drives deeper, my throat tightening, body trembling, and my pulse matching every rough push.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful,” he rasps. “Surrounded by my little bird on her knees, letting me fuck her face.”
His words ignite something primal in me. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, letting him use me, craving the bruises he’ll leave. The proof that I’m his, inside and out.
“Don’t you fucking swallow, Kolibri. I want to see every drop inside that pretty mouth.” His voice is ragged, the veins in his neck straining as he hovers on the edge.
“Oh, fuck.” The sound breaks from his throat as he spills into me, every pulse filling my mouth until it’s dripping from the corners. His hand finds my chin, tilting my face up as his chest heaves. There’s a grin there, possessive, satisfied, as his gaze drifts over the mess he’s made.
“You’re mine,” he says, voice lower now. “Show me.”
I hold his stare as I let his cum slide down my throat, then catch an errant drop with my finger, bring it back to my lips, and taste him again.
“Always yours.”
Maksim drops to his knees and kisses me, slow and reverent. “What was it you said back there? Something about you sitting on my face and ruining it.”
I shut my eyes with a grin and let his lips trail down my neck, drifting behind my ear, making me squirm.
“One hundred of me,” I whisper.
The next thing I know, he lifts me and damn near throws me onto his shoulders, lowering me to his mouth.
His tongue licks a slow trail, lapping at my arousal, then circling my clit.
A rolling moan rises from my bruised throat, and I rock my hips and tip my head back, meeting my own gaze in the glass.
My eyes are wild, my lips parted, and a shimmer of sweat dots my forehead.
He’s watching me watch myself. Every sound and every tremor is magnified by the mirrored walls, multiplying us into infinity.
I press my palms to the mirror, breath fogging the glass as I move against him, faster, harder, not just his mouth but his whole goddamn face, every inch of it glistening. My cries echo around us, bouncing off the walls of the maze as I begin to shatter.
“Maksim…I’m—” The words break apart when his hands clamp around my hips, guiding me through every thrust and every desperate grind. His grip is punishing, possessive, and I give into it completely.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp as release tears through me. But he doesn’t stop. He’s relentless, crazed, still chasing me through every aftershock until I can barely breathe. More bruises in the making, and I fucking love it.