Chapter 6
I try to avoid going to the next lesson the following day, but with Vincent and the other security guards glowering down at me, it’s impossible.
I wanted Bree’s security so badly, but now I’m trapped by it.
Like yesterday, Maksim’s already in the library of the Hamptons mansion when we arrive. I blush as I stare at his broad back. When I got home yesterday, I googled the meaning of Myshka. It literally translates to “little mouse” or “mousie” and is, apparently, a term of endearment.
I should be alarmed and offended that he’s calling me a little mouse—so why do I find it so hot? I’m twisted inside.
When he turns back though, any sign of levity or the playful seduction of yesterday’s interrogation is wiped clean. In its place is the cold and scary Maksim Smolov. I swallow as a shot of fear runs through me.
I gave him some information yesterday. Has he used it to find out more about me? Shit, I hope not, because that means the end of my friendship with Bree.
Whatever twisted chemistry there is between me and Maksim, I know if push comes to shove, he’ll hurt me—or worse—if he thinks I’m a danger to his precious niece.
I swallow a lump as Maksim instructs us to have our seats.
The lesson picks up where we stopped yesterday: with more self-defense. I have to admit, I love it. I’m finally learning to be strong and survive on my own. But I’m distracted.
Maksim’s ignoring me. Why?
I should be happy to finally have his laser focus off my back. So why is my heart sinking like lead in water?
Did I actually like the attention of this dangerous man?
Twisted. I remind myself. I’m twisted. That must be why I stand up from the sofa next to Bree and move to one of the arm chairs behind her. In this spot, Bree can’t see me but, Maksim has a perfect view.
I’ll teach him not to ignore me.
I’m wearing a dress, which I usually hate because it makes it impossible to fight or run quickly if the occasion calls for it. But I had no choice since the rest of my clothes–two pairs of jeans and some shirts—are dirty.
Right now, though, it’s perfect for what I have in mind. I lean back in the chair and cross my right leg over my left. The movement makes the skirt of my dress slide up my leg, revealing my thigh.
As Maksim speaks, his eyes sweep across the room, gently skimming over me… before snapping back. Specifically, to my exposed thigh. His eyes darken dangerously, and he narrows his gaze in warning. I respond with an innocent smile, casually picking up the pen and book I had set aside. Then I make a show of twirling the pen in my hand before lifting it to my lips.
He turns his gaze to the now familiar image of Bree’s cousin, but I keep my focus on him. When he looks back at me, I uncross my leg and cross it the other way, all the while sucking the pen in my mouth. His eyes grow so dark they appear black. My back straightens as he tightens his grip on the pointing cane so hard it breaks and falls out of his hand.
“Uncle Maksim?” Bree’s concerned voice breaks through the charged atmosphere. That’s what brings me crashing back to reality. What the fuck am I doing? Trying to seduce my friend’s uncle while said friend is in the room with us? And it’s turning me on?
Maksim snatches a hefty textbook off his desk and hands it to Bree. “Read the first chapter. You,” he growls, jabbing a finger in my direction, “With me.”
Bree gives me a worried glance, and I attempt a reassuring smile. But inside, I’m worried. Still, I follow Maksim’s brisk pace outside the library and into a big bathroom down the hall. He closes the door behind me and locks it, trapping me with him.
I gulp. I wanted his attention? Well, now I have it.
“Look, I’m—”
“Enough.” He stalks toward me with a barely restrained fury and pins me against the wall. “Don’t fucking mess with me, Cecilia. You’re not going to like the consequences.”
He’s trying to scare me. His entire demeanor suggests he’s on the brink of snapping my neck, but am I scared? Sure, a small part of me is nervous about what will happen if he loses control. But the bigger part of me? She’s fucking aroused. My panties dampen as my core clenches.
I lick my suddenly dry lips, and Maksim’s gaze snaps to them like a magnet. That boosts my confidence enough that I stretch my hand out to his cock. Whoa. He’s rock hard… fucking huge. My eyes widen in shock. How the hell did that fit inside me?
“You freak. How can you be this aroused when your nie–”
Before I can complete the sentence, his hand shoots out and grabs my jaw tightly. His pupils are so blown now that I can barely see the white, and I gulp as self-preservation finally kicks in. What if he crushes my jaw?
But he doesn’t. Instead, he slams his mouth against mine in anger. I moan, eagerly parting my lips for him. He immediately thrusts his tongue into my mouth, twirling it around inside. My head spins with pleasure, and I instinctively cling to his shoulder for support, even though my back is already against the wall.
“You little brat,” he rumbles wrapping his mouth around my tongue and sucking.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, my pussy clenching against insane pleasure. I tighten my grip on his shoulder and try to climb him with my legs. I need to feel that hard cock against my clit. I need it. I’ll go insane if I don’t—
I blink, disoriented, when he suddenly breaks the kiss and shoves himself away from me.
“What? Why?” I ask, slurring a little.
His chest heaves with his pants as he watches me, his lips glistening from our heavy kiss. “That is quite enough, young lady. Go to the study and wait for me there.”
“What? Where are you going? Can’t we just… uh, continue what we were doing?” I whine, moving closer to him. As I reach for his belt, he stops me with a tight grip.
“Listen carefully to me, Myshka. Bree is waiting for me in the library to continue her lesson. You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted in the same room as her, so you’re going to wait in the study like a good girl until I’m done. You can think of it as detention.”
“What if I run away?” I challenge, even though I know fully well I’m not going anywhere. Not if it means he’s going to keep looking at me like that.
“I’ll find you. And when I do, your punishment won’t be quite as pleasurable as what I have in mind for you right now.”
What he has for me right now? Fuck, I want it. I want it so badly I nod meekly and walk out of the bathroom. Maksim follows me closely, probably to make sure I go where I’m told. As I open the door of the study, I glance back at him, and he gives me a hard, fiery gaze. It’s enough to get me inside.
Restlessly, I sigh and take in the room, wondering how I’ll pass the time while waiting for him here. From experience, he still has about an hour and a half left to teach Bree. Could I really wait in here that long without getting bored?
A distinct click suddenly fills my ear, and I whip around to look at the door. He wouldn’t. I rush toward it and try the handle, but it doesn’t budge.
Did he just lock me in here?
“You bastard! What happened to finding me even if I ran away?”
“This way, we won’t have to waste our time playing a useless game of cat and mouse. You have no choice but to stay put.”
I fume quietly as his footsteps retreat.