11. Courtney
I t’s been just over three months since Eddie was killed, and since then, my relationship with Maximus has only gotten stronger. We’ve grown closer in ways I never expected.
We’ve explored so many aspects of my sexuality, testing my limits and my pleasure-pain barrier, as well as him helping me to explore the sensual parts of my body.
We’ve had the types of sex I couldn’t even imagine, and it’s taught me so much about myself, as well as giving me a level of self-confidence I’ve never had before.
Putting all the sex stuff aside, I’ve fallen for him hard. He makes me laugh, makes me feel safe and cared for, and as we’ve gotten to know each other, I’ve been shocked by how much we have in common.
I’ve watched Maximus drop the walls he’s kept built around himself for such a long time, showing me the person he keeps hidden away from the rest of the world. And in return, I’ve given him my control, my trust, and my body.
That’s how I found myself wandering through the halls of the Mansion with a butt plug in, stretching my arse in preparation for him taking the last thing I have to offer.
As I sit down at the dinner table beside him, Maximus’ smirk grows when he sees me shuffling, trying and failing to find a comfortable position. The longer the meal drags on, the more confused and turned on I’m becoming.
The full, stretched feeling became pleasurable a little while ago, and whenever I move, the plug seems to hit a bundle of nerves that sends a spike of pleasure rippling through me.
But it still feels weird and almost awkward to be sitting at the dinner table, knowing I’m getting turned on by having something in my arse.
It’s messing with my head, and I don’t quite know what to think.
When the server approaches the table and asks if we’d like dessert, I’m quick to tell him no. I want to get away from the table as quickly as possible, and hope like hell Maximus will help me take care of the problem he’s created.
As the server leaves, Maximus scowls at me. “I was in the mood for something sweet,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes, and start to tell him that he could call the server back and request his own dessert, but before I can get any words out, Maximus reaches over and grabs me.
Before I know it, I’m laying on the table, with my dress pushed up around my waist, and my legs spread wide. Maximus is feasting on my pussy like I’m the sweet treat he’s been thinking about all day, all whilst fucking the butt plug in and out of my tight arse.
My brain was already hazy from the way the toy has been teasing me all day, but with Maximus’ mouth sucking and licking at my dripping pussy, I quickly fall into desperate whimpers and cries of pleasure.
When he presses a finger into my cunt, at the same time as he’s fucks my arse with the toy, all while he’s sucking on my clit, I lose myself to the overwhelming sensations that are assaulting my body.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Daddy. That’s so good. Please, fuck…” My desperate pleas are almost incoherent as I beg and plead for something that I can’t quite find the words for.
Everything feels too much and not enough all at the same time. Maximus has this amazing ability to play my body like it’s a complex instrument that only he’s learnt to master—and fuck has he mastered it well.
“Good girl. Take Daddy’s fingers like the perfect whore you are,” Maximus growls as he adds a second finger into my pussy, making me fuller than I thought possible with the butt plug in my arse.
There’s a loud bang as the door to the dining room slams open…and all hell breaks loose. Maximus and I are both lost in each other, and the overwhelming pleasurable sensations, which is why we’re slower responding than we should be.
Marcus has strolled all the way into the room before we all freeze, taking in the shitty situation we now find ourselves in. Marcus quickly slams his hands over his eyes, before rapidly spinning around to face away from us.
“What the fuck?!” he shouts.
Both Maximus and I quickly spring into action, pushing away the sex haze in favour of the humiliation that is overwhelming me right now. Maximus ignores his son and grabs hold of me to pull me off the table .
Once I’ve found my footing, Maximus reaches over and smooths my dress down, making it look like I didn’t have it scrunched around my waist just moments ago.
I watch as he discreetly places the butt plug he pulled from my stretched hole into his trouser pocket, as where the hell else could he put it? My cheeks heat further from the embarrassment of the whole situation, and I’d be surprised if I’m not as red as a fucking tomato.
Maximus reaches over and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together tightly. He pulls me until I’m standing by his side, giving me a small but genuine smile as he does.
He lifts his shoulders back, transforming him into the confident, take no shit mafia boss he is. When he finally replies to Marcus, there’s no hint of embarrassment or regret at being caught in his voice, only sarcasm.
“When will you learn to knock?”
Marcus spins around, glaring at Maximus as he growls, “What the fuck are you doing?” She’s Miles’ little sister. She’s a fucking kid.”
“I’m nineteen. I’m not a kid,” I snap petulantly, which I’m very aware doesn’t do me any favours when I’m trying to argue that I’m an adult.
Marcus turns his harsh stare on me, and it takes every ounce of strength that I’m pulling from Maximus not to wither under the weight of his glare.
“Do you think that will matter to Miles? Oh fuck, he’s going to try and kill you, isn’t he?
” he says, looking at Maximus for the final part of the sentence.
Maximus just rolls his eyes in response. “Stop being dramatic. He can’t kill me.”
“He might want to,” I add, somewhat unhelpfully, but it’s the truth. My brother is fiercely protective of me, and we both knew from the start that this isn’t a relationship he’d choose for me.
Maximus shakes his head at me, his cocky smirk growing. “He knows better than to try that.”
I can’t help but smile at how sure he sounds, and when I turn back to Marcus, he seems to have deflated a little, his anger seeping out of him. He points to where my hand sits in Maximus’.
“What the hell is this? Is it just sex?”
I look over at Maximus to find he’s already staring at me, both of us waiting for the other to answer. The truth is, we’ve spent the last three months purposefully avoiding using any sort of label, or declarations of what this might be, as we didn’t want to ruin what we have.
But the longer time has gone on, the more I’ve wanted to have this discussion. I want to know how he feels, because I know I am irrevocably in love with him, and I need to know if he feels the same.
The problem is… I’m too much of a fucking coward. If I tell him how I feel, and he doesn’t reciprocate, then everything will come crumbling down around us, and I’ll lose the best thing I have in my life.
If I don’t tell him how I feel, he can’t reject me. It would mean I’m potentially wasting my time with someone who doesn’t see any future for us, but there’s a part of me that’s willing to risk that for what I have with Maximus, even if it will cause a broken heart.
Needless to say, I’ve thought of numerous different scenarios where we might have this discussion, and not one of them involved Marcus—who is just standing there watching us as we stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak.
Maximus squeezes my hand and gives me a bright smile as he pulls in a ragged breath before turning to face his son. There’s something in Maximus’ eyes that I can’t quite determine.
“It’s not just sex. It may have started out that way, but for me, it’s become more than that,” Maximus says, sounding completely sure of his answer.
When he turns to me, I finally realise that what I saw in his eyes a moment before was acceptance. He’s admitting how he feels about me to the person he loves the most in this world—his son—and he’s willing to face the consequences.
I can’t stop the shit-eating grin from taking over my face. “It’s the same for me,” I tell Maximus, and the resulting smile he gives me is blinding.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to be in therapy for years because of this,” Marcus mutters, groaning loudly as he runs his fingers through his dark hair, pulling on the stands at the end.
Maximus tuts at him. “Stop being dramatic.”
Marcus then turns to me, his expression turning serious as he stares at me intently. “You have to tell Miles. I can’t lie to him, or keep this from him.”
“You can’t force her to do anything,” Maximus snaps at his son, possessively taking a step closer to me, like he’s trying to protect me.
I place my free hand on Maximus’ chest as I look up at him. “I want to tell him. I don’t want to hide this anymore. If that’s okay with you?”
Maximus reaches over and places his hand on my cheek, his thumb soothing over the skin in a calming gesture as he smiles at me. “Of course it is, Little Lamb. He’s your family. We have nothing to hide.”
Hearing that he doesn’t want to hide our relationship, and that we can finally take what we have public, it makes my stomach flutter with excitement, and I can’t keep the grin off my face.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I tell him, lost in the bubble of just the two of us.
Our little bubble bursts when Marcus slams his hands over his ears, shouting loudly at us. “No. Nope. No fucking no. I didn’t hear anything. I need to leave now so I can bleach my ears and my eyes.”
I can’t help but chuckle. Marcus is normally so stern and put together. I’m actually kind of enjoying freaking him out so much, and watching him fall apart at the thought of his dad having a sex life.
“Marcus,” I call out loudly, trying to get his attention since he still has his hands over his ears. When he finally removes them, I dial my volume down to a more reasonable level. “Can you give me a couple of weeks? I want to do it right with Miles.”
He lets out a huff, but nods. “Fine, two weeks,” he says. Then his hard stare softens, and he asks, “Are you happy? ”
I don’t even pause to think, I nod straight away. “Very happy.”
Marcus lets out a long, resigned sigh. “Fine,” he says, before turning to look at Maximus. “Don’t ruin this. I’ll be back in the morning. We can have a meeting in your office… Where there will be no sex. I need to be in a room without wondering if you’ve had sex in there.”
Flush spreads across my cheeks as I remember the time I gave Maximus a blow job while Marcus and Miles were in the office at the same time. Not to mention the numerous other occasions that we’ve fucked in his office in between meetings.
Maximus squeezes my hand, no doubt telling me it’s best we don’t burst Marcus’ bubble, and to let him have this one thing. Before either of us can reply, Marcus turns on his heel and leaves, slamming the door on his way.
I turn to Maximus, who is chuckling at his son’s dramatics, and suddenly I’m feeling much more shy than before. “Are you okay? With people finding out, I mean?”
I breathe a sigh of relief when Maximus nods his head straight away. “This may have accelerated the timeline, but it’s what needed to happen.”
Maximus turns to face me and grabs hold of my other hand, so each of his is holding one of mine. There’s a seriousness about his expression that makes my heart race and my stomach do tiny flips. Then his lips tilt into the sweet smile that he reserves just for me, and I melt into his touch.
Maximus pulls in a ragged breath, almost like he’s nervous. “I love you, Courtney. I love you and I’m never letting you go. I’m ready for the entire world to know about us.” His voice may be shaky, but every word is dripping with sincerity, and it makes me soar.
“You love me?” I repeat, sounding small and so full of hope.
I’m wondering if I heard him right—I’m hoping I did.
There should be no way a handsome, dangerous, sex god like Maximus Morelli could fall for a shy, innocent nobody like me. Yet he’s looking at me like I’m his entire world.
He pulls me closer to him before letting go of my hands, so he can place both of his on my cheeks. He lifts my head until I’m looking up at him through hooded lashes. His expression is completely open to me, letting me see the truth behind his words.
“I love you so fucking much, Courtney. I don’t know when it happened, but it did, and now I can’t imagine my life without you.” There’s no shaky voice this time. He means every single word.
“I love you, too.”
As soon as the words leave me, he slams his lips against mine, claiming me in a passionate kiss that I’m more than happy to return. He kisses me like it’s the only thing grounding him to this earth, and I know exactly how he feels.
As he pulls back, he keeps his forehead resting on mine, his breath fluttering over my cheeks as he says, “I never saw this coming, but I’m so fucking glad you came into my life. I can’t even remember what it was like before you, and I don’t want to. ”
I can’t stop from smiling as I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. “I’m the same. You make me feel safe, confident, happy, and loved. As much as I hated being stalked and threatened, I’m glad it led me to you.”
He pulls back just enough that I can see the wicked glint in his eyes. “Speaking of being stalked… We have some unfinished business, Little Lamb. You owe me that tight arse of yours. I’ll give you a ten second head start, but wherever I catch you, that’s where I’m fucking you.”
My breath hitches as my heart speeds up, the anticipation of the chase flooding adrenaline through my veins, making me feel electric. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to finally own all of me,” I tell him, squeezing one of his arse cheeks for emphasis.
His eyes narrow on me, and I watch as his emerald green colour darkens with lust, sending a shiver of need down my spine. “Run, Little Lamb. Daddy’s coming for you, and when I catch you, I’m going to ruin you.”
I press a quick to his lips, startling him, before I turn and run out of the room, my laughter tinkling behind me as anticipation propels me forward. I sprint as fast as I can in my dress, grateful I didn’t put my heels back on when Marcus walked in on us.
I hear Maximus’ deep voice echoing behind me. “Times up, Little Lamb. I’m coming for you.”
Even though I’m pushing to run as hard as I can, it’s only to indulge in the thrill of the chase. I’ve never wanted to be captured more in my whole life.
Maximus already owns my heart, and I can’t want to give him the rest of me, safe in the knowledge that he’ll treasure it. I have no doubt that Maximus will love me and keep me safe for as long as I’ll let him, and I don’t plan on ever letting him go.