Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Sia
Lettie came home late afternoon, and when she did, Maxim acted like last night never happened.
Like what happened in his tub never happened.
I wasn’t surprised I suppose. He had said I was too young, too innocent. The innocent thing wasn’t true at all. He said I didn’t know him, but he didn’t know me either, what I’d gone through…
He also said he didn’t want to lie to Lettie, but that was exactly what he did once she got home. I guessed I couldn’t get on him for that because I went into friend mode myself once she arrived. I listened to her about how school was going and even ate lunch with them when their staff put it out.
I wasn’t sure what else to do.
“You’re just so young, malyshka…”
I guessed I was for thinking anything could happen between myself and my friend’s dad.
Maxim basically used Lettie as a buffer the entire weekend before she headed back to school. There wasn’t a moment when he was around that she wasn’t, but I couldn’t really be mad that he was putting her first.
I mean, she was his daughter.
That I got, and I felt so guilty about what happened too. Lettie had been nothing but nice to me.
I wish I could get her dad out of my head.
Monday came and I found my chores already done for me. Maxim had once again taken Polly out and fed her. He was gone of course, and this time, he had gone to work. Sophia told me.
He really is avoiding everything.
I did feel young in that moment. I felt young and naive for getting wrapped up with him, for having feelings for him , and even though I understood him not wanting to mess around behind Lettie’s back, I couldn’t help thinking about what he said before. He called me pure, but I knew exactly what I was doing when I came onto him in his pool. I wanted to be with him that night.
In fact, I craved it.
Maxim led me to believe a danger followed me by being with him. I obviously knew he lived a dangerous and deadly life. The unknown of that used to scare me, but for some reason, it didn’t now. Now, I found myself wondering more about who he was.
I should have let everything with him go. He’d been clear he didn’t want to pursue anything, but something had me searching on my phone about things that happened when we were together. I’d also seen things before we got together. He’d brought women around, and there’d been some curious things.
My searches involved things like chasing, hunting. He talked about taking me out into the vineyard.
“I’d run you down, then fuck you raw for letting that guy put his hands on you…”
My thighs squeezed together as my search came up with terms like predator and prey . Maxim obviously was into certain kinks and sometimes Maxim’s behavior was animalistic. He’d smell me or bite me.
“You don’t know who I am…”
He was like that when I’d seen him kill as well. Something almost primal overtook him. Like it made him alive.
Like it invigorated him.
“You don’t know who I am…”
So much darkness was in this man, and it really should bother me. I had a history with my own darkness, people who not only hurt me but did what they could to break me. I’d succumbed to it in the past. I’d been weak, but that wasn’t who I was now. Something Maxim never had been was one of those people. He’d always protected me.
And I was wet.
My searches only invigorated me. I found out more and more about predator and prey, and that seemed to be who he was both in the bedroom and out. He was a dominant.
He was a hunter.