Chapter 30 #2
He aligns my slick center with his broad tip and slowly, agonizingly, lowers me down onto his thick cock.
My head falls back against his shoulder as he fills me completely, every inch of him stretching me open. I smother another ragged scream into the crook of my elbow, my toes curling as my walls clasp around him.
His large hands wrap over my stomach, holding me firmly as he pulls me up a few inches and guides me back down, setting a slow, merciless rhythm. He leans his head down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his rough breath burning against my skin.
"Watch the opera, princess," he rasps, his hips rolling up to meet mine with a heavy, deliberate thrust that makes my vision go spotty. "Watch the stage... and ride me."
Driven completely wild by the danger, the booming orchestra, and the sheer pleasure of him inside me, I obey. I rest my hands on his knees, arch my back, and begin to ride him in the dark.
I ride him with wild, frantic passion, my nails digging into his knees as the opera below us reaches a dramatic, thunderous high point. Every time I bounce down on his length, he murmurs wicked, dark praises against my skin, his voice low, dirty, and dangerous, feeding the fire burning inside me.
When my thighs begin to burn and my pace slows, Maksim takes full control. He wraps one massive, iron arm around my waist, anchoring me flush against him, and begins to violently fuck up into me from below.
The angle hits every single nerve ending.
I throw my head back against his chest, completely unable to contain myself as my muffled screams tear out of my throat, muted only by the booming violins.
He spears deep into me, over and over, the sheer risk of it all—knowing Dmitri is standing mere inches away on the other side of that thin wooden door—sending my heart into an absolute frenzy.
Maksim leans close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his rough breath heavy against my neck as he drives up one last, brutal time.
"I love your screams, princess," he whispers, his voice dripping with possessive darkness. "But if you make Dmitri walk through that door and see you like this, I'll be forced to kill him. Because I don't share... and no other man will ever look at you like this and live."
His words hit me like a violent wave, stripping away the last thread of my sanity.
The raw, territorial edge in his voice pushes me straight over the edge, and my body shatters.
I come hard, my inner walls clamping around his shaft in tight, endless spasms as a breathless, silent scream escapes my lips.
My intense, pulsing orgasm triggers the last of Maksim’s restraint. With a low, guttural growl buried in the crook of my neck, he thrusts upward one final time, snapping his hips as he follows me right over the edge, spilling hot and hard deep inside me.
For a few heavy, breathless seconds, we sit locked together in the velvety darkness, our hearts hammering violently against each other in time with the orchestra below.
Slowly, his breathing evens out. He gently wraps his arms around me, lifting me up just enough to ease his cock out of my core.
He carefully sets me on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist to steady my shaking legs while he helps me smooth down the emerald silk of my gown.
He adjusts my bodice, checks my hair, and then cups my face in both of his massive palms, pulling me into a slow, deep, lingering kiss that tastes like absolute possession.
Suddenly, a firm, distinct knock echoes against the heavy oak door.
I jump, a sharp gasp escaping my throat as my hands instinctively fly to my chest.
Maksim just lets out a quiet, dark laugh, completely unfazed. He casually slips his length back into his briefs, fastens his trousers, and adjusts his jacket before casting a calm look toward the entrance.
"Come in," he calls out, his voice instantly returning to its smooth, commanding Pakhan tone.
The heavy door creaks open, and Dmitri peeks his head inside, his eyes strictly glued to Maksim's face, politely ignoring the heavy tension floating in the air of the private box.
"Pakhan," Dmitri says quietly. "Matteo Rossini has just entered the grand hall.
He and his inner circle are making their way toward the upper private lounges. "
Maksim nods, his eyes darkening as the sharp edge of business snaps right back into place. He turns back to me, leaning down to press one last, firm kiss against my lips. "I’ll be right back, princess."
"Be careful," I whisper, nodding softly.
He gives me a small, lethal smile, then steps out of the box, shutting the double doors securely behind him.
The second the door clicks shut, my knees give out slightly.
I sink onto the plush leather seat, leaning my head back against the velvet tapestry as I take a long, deep, desperate breath to calm my racing pulse.
My thighs are still trembling, my heart is hammering against my ribs, and the lingering heat between my legs is a sweet, throbbing reminder of what just happened.
Whoa.
I trace my fingers over the diamond necklace resting on my collarbone, letting out a breathless, disbelieving laugh into the quiet room.
That was... utterly wild. And so, so sexy.
I pay attention to the opera now that I’m alone.
It’s good. Really good. The soaring vocals and tragic harmony swell through the darkened theater, carrying an intensity that pulls me in completely.
I don’t know how long Maksim is away, but by the time he returns, I’m fully invested in the performance, leaning over the gilded railing with my chin resting in my hand.
The heavy door clicks shut quietly behind him. A second later, Maksim sinks down into the plush leather seat beside me. He leans in immediately, pressing a warm, soft kiss against my cheek, his breath fanning hot against my skin.
I turn my head toward him, searching his dark eyes in the dim light. "Is everything okay?"