Chapter 42
CHAPTER
FORTY-TWO
Maxim
Sia’s arms wrapped around my waist as I made her food. I think she was still surprised I knew how to cook even though I’d made her full meals before with my own hands.
Seeing me in the act firsthand delighted her, and I could tell whenever she pressed her cheek to my arm and grinned. Something as small as making her homemade mac and cheese for lunch brought her joy, and I’d taken every opportunity I could to cook for her in the past week. I’d taken seven days off, unheard of, and Val believed I’d lost my mind.
She hadn’t questioned it though and did well running things while I was away. In fact, I’d barely checked up on her and the ongoings of Peters & Burg. I passed things off and held faith everything was going by my standards.
I considered this the Sia effect and the feeling I got when she moaned around a spoonful of something I gave her. It warmed my blood in the same way it did when she took my cock, and she’d been taking a lot of cock lately. I basically shutdown my house in the past week. I gave my household staff paid time off with the sole purpose of being able to fuck Sia Reynolds on every available surface in my home. Sophia thought I lost my mind too.
I hadn’t though, and the privacy created a little utopia for Sia and me. We needed the time, and I owed it to her after taking so much of that away.
“When will we do another scene?” She was eating ice cream on the kitchen counter after lunch, her gloriously smooth legs crossed. She wore nothing but one of my old t-shirts, and the erotic vision had me wanting to drizzle that Rocky Road down her shapely legs and lick it from in between her toes. She grinned. “Can we do another soon?”
I was eating ice cream out of a half gallon and depositing it in my mouth with a wooden spoon like some barbarian. Once more, this was the Sia effect. She had me doing things I hadn’t done since I was young. I smirked. “Scenes, huh? What do you know about doing any of that?”
“The internet told me. Well, YouTube.” She kicked her legs, then proceeded to fit the entire wooden spoon into her mouth to get the ice cream. If she wasn’t careful, I would be eating that ice cream off places on her body. Or out of places. Her head tilted. “That’s what they’re called, right? Scenes?”
Miss Sia Reynolds believed she knew my kink, but the internet didn’t have shit on what I was into. Placing my ice cream down, I wrapped a hand around her throat. “The internet can’t teach you what I’m about, malyshka . But yes, they’re traditionally called scenes.”
Her delicate throat bobbed under my hand. Her eyes flared, and her quick panting let me know she might just want me to eat that ice cream out of places after all.
“Anyway, it’s too cold for that. To go out to the vineyard I mean,” I said, releasing her and leaving her hot, burning. I liked to tease her just as much as she enjoyed being my bratty girl. I smiled. “Wouldn’t want you getting sick.”
“We could always do one inside.”
“Inside?”
She nodded, spreading her legs like a dirty girl…my naughty whore I’d turned out this week. Fuck, she’d turned me out, and we’d have to scrub this place fucking down by the time we were ready to come up for air from each other.
Sia was trying to play a game with me, teasing me just as much as I teased her. I hitched a hip against the counter. “Let me guess. The internet told you that too.”
“Yep.”
She was spending too much time on the internet, and she used her little toes to pull me toward her. She put her foot right between my legs, beneath my cock, and her eyes flashed by what she clearly felt.
“ Malyshka… ” My voice was gravelly, my hand behind her neck. “I’m happy to fuck you anywhere you want in my home…the regular way.”
We’d played together before, but I always turned into someone else.
And if I hurt her…
We had played before, but that was before I knew her history. She said the things we did empowered her, but I was still hesitant to jump right back into things. She frowned. “I don’t mind doing those things we did. Actually, I really fucking like them.”
I could tell she had, and I smirked again. My thumb touched her mouth. “I liked them too, but I play because I enjoying breaking. I’d want to break you, malyshka , and I couldn’t have that. I turn into someone else when I play.”
That was the point of it. Hunting controlled my demon and tamed my bloodlust. I’d uncorked a genie in my thirst to avenge my father, and that hadn’t stopped just because his murderer was ten feet under. Breaking something into submission kept my demon in check. That and the work I did at Peters & Burg.
I didn’t want to become a tyrant like Nikolai Novikov. I killed for honor and justice and anything else did turn me into that fucker and monsters like him.
A smile escaped Sia’s full lips as she looked at me. She pushed her warm hands into my shirt and slid it off my shoulders.
“I’m not fragile, Maxim,” she said, but wasn’t she? My dirty girl was so delicate. She placed her hands on my face. “But I feel like you know that.”
I did, which created a vast paradox in my mind. Sia Reynolds wasn’t easily broken. I’d tested her yes, but then there was her history. She was stronger than anyone should be at her age. She’d been through hell and back and returned with a sword, shield, and victory.
“You can’t break me,” she continued, her warm lips chasing heat across my tattoos. She started at my shoulder, moving on to my bicep and chest. “I want to play.”
My growl was feral. I guided her off the counter, then bent her over it. “Use your safe word.”
My next instruction was for her not to run. She was to leave the kitchen calmly, and I’d wait five minutes before hunting her.
I ended up finding her in thirty seconds. Sia’s smell filled this whole house, but there was no where she could hide where I wouldn’t find her. Even still, I let her think she was getting ahead of me. I chased her several rotations around the house before we ended up back in the kitchen on the floor.
I shoved her t-shirt up, and she fought me in a way that had my dick steel . I kept her on her back, remembering her limits, and since she didn’t use her safe word, I proceeded to pull my cock out and shoved it inside her.
She fought then too, bucking, and I nearly blew my load within seconds of being inside her.
“Sia, fuck .” The demon flared to life inside me, my mouth on one of her dark nipples as I fucked her wildly. “Take me like a good fucking girl, baby.”
“Fuck you,” she shot, but the scene was over when she rocked her full hips up. She met every one of my thrusts, taking it deep like a good girl. “Maxim…”
And there was my sweet Sia, my demon physically tamed when I kissed her sweetly…
Then made love to her.
This hadn’t happened before. My hunts never turned into… this . Normally, once I let myself go to that place there was no going back.
“Sia…” I kissed her hard, filling the condom with a sharp thrust. Sia’s walls closed tight around me, and I milked her while we both came down from the high.
“Yes.” The word escaped her lips as I kissed her, and I was inside her so long. I didn’t leave and was hard-pressed to do so.
My mouth warmed her stomach after, her pussy. I spent some time there licking her tiny curls before tugging her shirt down and pressing her against me. We lay on the floor together, both our hearts beating fast.
“Is that what you meant when you said the internet can’t teach me what you’re about?” she asked out of nowhere, facing me. Her curls were everywhere, wild and beautiful. She touched my face. “Because you’d want to break me.”
It had been what I meant, but I never told her the reasons why. There was so much she didn’t know about me.
But I wanted her to.
“I torture and kill for the organization,” I said, and when she didn’t interrupt me, I continued. “I enjoy bringing justice but didn’t always have control. Play and what I do at Peters & Burg keeps me in check.”
It was important she knew this. It was important she knew me.
Sia didn’t say anything for a long time, and I worried what I said was too much for her.
But then, she kissed me again.
She tugged my belt loops and something unleashed inside me. Something wild that made me hotter than I’d ever been for her. She held no fear being this close to me, and her reaction to what I’d done to that bastard who violated her had been the same. She wasn’t scared and hadn’t distanced herself from me.
I didn’t know that would mean something to me. For someone to see me more than as the face of a man in the dark. I pressed my hand to her face, bringing her beneath me. I think I was in love with Sia Reynolds.
I’d fallen with no safety net.
I took her two more times on the kitchen floor before she was laughing beneath me. She had me laughing, both of us in fits like we had no care in the world. She made me feel free and how funny that was for a man like me.
I got my clothes arranged before making her a semblance of decent. She still had nothing on but my shirt, but she was covered enough.
I peeled myself off her mid-kiss. I wanted to bathe her. We both got distracted after our play, but I intended to rectify that now.
I had Sia sighing when I pressed a final kiss on her neck, but she wriggled away upon gazing over my shoulder.
“Oh, my God… Dad? ”
I swung around and stared directly into the eyes of my kid. Lettie stepped back, her hands in the air, and I wasn’t surprised since she just found her father in a comprising position.
But then, she saw Sia.
I had to say it took my daughter a second. Her focus had been on me at first, but upon spotting Sia beneath me… Sia in my shirt beneath me, she dropped everything in her hands. She had several colorful bags that appeared to be Christmas presents.
Fuck.
“Holy fuck, Sia?” Lettie pressed her hands to her face, then her eyes. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck .”
My daughter’s choice of words could use some work in front of her dad, but I wasn’t focused on that at the present. Lettie left the room in a panic, and I started to go after her, but didn’t want to leave Sia.
She waved me off. “Go.” A sharp panic flashed across her pretty face, and when I didn’t move, she pushed me. “Go, Maxim. You need to go. She needs you.”
It was clear I needed to talk to my daughter, but she wasn’t the only one who needed my attention. Sia appeared physically ill on my kitchen floor, but she wouldn’t let me tend to her when she nudged me.
Why the fuck hadn’t I told Lettie about us?
I was regretting that now, caught between two halves of my heart. Sia made me leave the one half in the kitchen, my stomach tight each and every step I made away from her.
“Holy fuck, Dad. Holy fuck!” Lettie was flailing at this point. She was in the foyer freaking out and was still in her coat and gloves. She waved her arms. “You and Sia? Holy fuck.”
“Calm down, Lettie.” I understand she found me with her friend, but Sia and I were both adults. I raised a hand. “Just calm the fuck down and take a second.”
I had no idea why she was home, but if she intended for her arrival to be a surprise she’d accomplished that feat. She started to speak, but the floor creaked, and we both turned around.
Sia.
She had Polly’s lead in her hands, gripping it. She was against the wall in the foyer like she was trying to sneak through the room and take Polly out, and nothing about that surprised me at all. Polly was comfort for her, and that was clear whenever I watched them together.
I held out my hand. I wanted her to seek comfort in me as well, and the tightness ensnaring my chest relaxed when she decided to come closer. She and Polly made their way over to me, and it was like a tether eased in its tautness. Like we were connected on a visceral level. It was one I’d been denying for a long time, but I wasn’t anymore.
“Wow.” The word came from Lettie, watching at the point Sia took my hand. Sia and I had been distracted with each other until she said that. Lettie put her hands together. “This is serious.”
My daughter knew me. I didn’t bring women around really as I never fucking dated. I fucked with no attachments only. I didn’t see the point of doing anything else considering the world I lived in. Anything loved could be taken away.
It appeared Sia Reynolds was worth taking the risk for more.