19. Max
CHAPTER 19
Max
I ’d been a fool to kiss her. Again. And giving her my number? I must be crazier than she was. The mafia heir and the mayor’s daughter. It was absurd.
Dangerous.
For both of us.
Allie should remain far removed from my vicious world of violence and hate. And Ron Fitzgerald would put me in the ground if he ever found out that I’d touched his precious princess.
My fingers itched at the memory of her silken hair beneath my rough callouses. She was so soft and sweet, unlike any woman I’d ever been with. Even before the fire, the women who had fallen into my bed were ruthless in their own right, flirting with the power and danger I posed as Paul Ferrara’s heir.
Allie wasn’t afraid of me. She wasn’t afraid of my scarred, twisted face. Her tender touch drove me to the edge of madness, my possessive lust for her obliterating all rational thought from my mind.
Virgin.
I ached to claim her for myself, to make her whimper my name and scream out in ecstasy as she rode my cock. I wanted her peridot eyes to glow with awe as I came inside her, taking part of her that no man could ever possess again. I wanted all that sweet innocence for myself, even though I had no right to it.
I shook my head sharply, gnashing my teeth. It’d been years since anyone had touched me at all. Had I grown so weak in that time, so desperate for a woman’s touch, that I would crave to fuck my enemy’s daughter?
My fists flexed at my sides, and I shrank deeper behind the shadow of the tree in front of her house.
I shouldn’t be here. She’d texted me, and I’d come running. I knew there was no threat to protect her from, no pretext for my delusion that I was her savior. No one else had followed her home—not Gavin and not any Russian scum .
I was her only stalker tonight.
My muscles tensed. That was exactly why I had no business accepting her invitation: I was her stalker, not her protector. No matter how much I’d deluded myself, no matter what she’d said. No matter how she’d melted in my arms.
She paused on her front porch, checked her phone, and blew out a sigh before unlocking her door. Was she looking for my reply? The disappointed slump to her shoulders triggered my most selfish impulses. She wanted me.
I stepped out of the shadows before I could stop myself. She turned to me with a soft gasp, slightly alarmed at my sudden presence.
And fuck, I loved that little flash of trepidation in her lovely eyes. I imagined her looking at me like that when I stripped her naked and shoved her against the wall to claim her with raw passion. It was perverted. Wrong.
“Hi,” she said on a soft exhale, and the breathy sound went straight to my cock.
I swayed away from her slightly, as though I could resist her magnetic pull.
“Are you coming inside?” she demanded when I said nothing.
I crossed my arms over my chest to prevent myself from reaching for her. She was infuriating and impossibly alluring when she turned that challenging green stare on me.
“You don’t want me to do that,” I warned in my darkest, most dangerous tone. I couldn’t seem to force myself to walk away, but if she closed the door between us, maybe she would sever the madness that drew us together.
She scoffed and tossed her shining copper hair. “I wouldn’t have texted you if I didn’t want you to come inside.”
My muscles flexed with the effort of restraining myself from pulling her into my arms and kissing away that defiant pout.
I shook my head, scowling at her. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
If she knew that Russian blood had coated my hands only hours ago, she’d run screaming. Like she should.
Her chin lifted, and her eyes flashed. “Then why don’t you tell me? What would you do if you came inside with me, Max?”
Something snapped in my mind, and all the filthy, greedy things I wanted to do to her spilled from my lips. “I’d pin you against the wall and kiss you until you stop arguing with me. I wouldn’t be gentle. I would taste every inch of your hot little body. I would make you moan my name and beg before I finally let you come.”
Her full lips parted on a delicious little gasp, and for a heated, quivering moment, she didn’t respond.
“Prove it,” she whispered.
My mouth clashed with hers, fire licking at my veins the moment we collided in a rush of desperate need and raw lust. I craved to take her, tame her. I grasped her jaw, tipping her head back to erase the defiant tilt to her chin. She opened for me on a moan, melting in my arms. Giving me everything I demanded.
It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“More,” she panted against my lips, tilting her hips toward mine in a mindless attempt to get impossibly closer.
My hand sank into her ass, gripping her hard through her tight little skirt so I could tug her toward my aching cock. I wanted to bury myself inside her tight virgin cunt. I wanted to feel her squeezing my dick as her untried body struggled to accept me.
She would accept me. She’d take all of me.
Suddenly, her door was open, and she pulled me across the threshold, her delicate arms like iron chains drawing me wherever she led. Her slender fingers fisted in my shirt, holding me close as she kissed me in a frenzy. We moved through her shadow-draped foyer and living room, making our way to her bedroom. I knew exactly where we were going; I’d memorized the layout of her home on the night I’d searched the place and kidnapped her.
I shoved that memory away before it could sour the moment. There was no room in my head for darkness or doubt. Not when I had her in my arms, hot and whimpering as I nipped at her lush lips before tracing them with my tongue.
My hands were grasping at her clothes by the time we arrived in her bedroom, half of the buttons on her blouse already undone. She grabbed my shirt and shoved it up my torso, tugging it over my head. I shrugged it off, and her dainty hands roved over my chest and abs, tracing the contours of my muscles. She paused when she touched one of the thick, ridged scars on my stomach.
Growling, I shoved that dark memory away too. I wrenched her blouse down her arms, forcing her touch away from the indelible mark that’d been carved into me on the worst day of my life.
“Max,” she murmured, my name edged with soft protest. The concern in her voice threatened to shred me. She wanted to ask about the scar. Knowing her kind nature, she probably wanted to soothe me.
I had no room in my heart for gentleness now. Her tender touch would shatter me.
I was the one in control here. I controlled her body, her pleasure. Allie was in my power now. She was mine.
My fingers wrapped around her wrists, shackling her as I backed her up against the wall. I pinned her hands above her head, holding them in one of my own. My free hand fisted in her skirt, shoving it up her thighs to expose her panties.
She gasped into my mouth, her lips forming my name again. I didn’t allow her to speak; I didn’t want to hear another word until she was ready to start begging. That was what I needed now: sweet, innocent Allie, panting and whimpering for her release. The release only I could give her. I needed it with a savage desperation that would’ve rocked me to my core if I allowed myself to pause and recognize my madness.
She cried out at the first brush of my fingers over her pussy. I could feel her wetness through her underwear. She was already slick with desire for me.
Power flooded my mind, intoxicating. I hadn’ t felt this high in years. Possibly ever. Not like this. Not like it was with Allie.
Her passion made me come undone, made me forget about my scars and my rage. All that existed was this soft, perfect woman who writhed against my hand, desperate for more of my merciless touch.
I dipped my fingers beneath her cotton underwear, groaning at the silky desire that coated my hand. She was hot and wet for me. Trembling with need. She tugged against my hold on her hands, bucking in my grip. I flexed my fist around her wrists and growled into her mouth, taming her tongue with mine. She softened, her whine of protest melting into a moan when I eased one finger inside her tight sheath.
She gripped me with velvet heat, her inner walls contracting as she welcomed the slow penetration.
“Do you touch yourself like this?” I rumbled against her lips, hungry to know just how she liked it.
I could practically feel the heat of her blush kiss my cheeks. “No,” she panted. “Not…not inside.”
“Not like this?” I asked with dark amusement when I found her g-spot and crooked my finger against it. At the same time, I circled her clit with my thumb.
“Max!”
I crushed my lips to hers, devouring her. I was the first person to touch her like this. She didn’t even finger her own pussy.
Mine. All mine.
I stroked her slowly, pushing her higher and higher, until she squirmed on my hand and jerked against my hold on her wrists. My cock ached, straining toward her with painful pressure in the confines of my jeans.
I slid a second finger inside her wet heat, stretching her. Preparing her. I craved that tight cunt around my dick, but I didn’t want to cause her pain. She would know that only I could give her pleasure that rocked her entire body, filled her entire being in a way she’d never known before.
“Please,” she whimpered when I drew back far enough to allow her to breathe. “Please, Max. I want you.” She shifted her hips toward me, letting me know exactly how she needed me.
My little virgin wanted my cock just as desperately as I craved to claim her.
I pressed one more kiss to her swollen lips before I released her hands. They flew into my hair, tangling in my curls as she pulled me in for more.
I found the button at the front of my jeans and freed my hard cock. I stroked it with a groan, squeezing the base to prevent myself from coming undone. This wouldn’t end quickly.
I found the condom in my wallet and stripped off the rest of my clothes. Allie mirrored me, tugging off her skirt and panties before unclasping her bra. Moonlight filtered through her gauzy curtains, kissing her pale skin. I could barely make out the cute freckles that dusted her shoulders, but I didn’t dare turn on the light. No matter how badly I wanted to study every inch of her body, I didn’t want her to see mine.
Another dark thought that I ruthlessly shoved away. When I was with Allie like this, my scars didn’t exist. There was no room for pain or hatred. There was only her : her gentle, floral scent, her soft skin, her sweet cries and desperate pleas.
I lifted her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed. I laid her out on the pale pink cotton sheets, and she practically glowed in the moonlight. I took a few long, hungry seconds to drink her in, her dark hair spilling over the pillow and her eyes shining through the darkness.
I sheathed my cock with the condom and settled my body atop hers. Her arms twined around my shoulders, and her head tipped back, seeking another kiss .
I traced the line of her pussy and circled her clit, testing her. She shuddered beneath me.
“I’m ready,” she promised. “I want you, Max.”
I gripped my cock and pressed against her wet entrance. She stiffened slightly at the initial penetration, and I forced myself to pause, gritting my teeth with the effort of holding myself back.
“You can take me,” I ground out, tweaking her tight nipples.
She gasped and arched into the little bites of pain I gave her, shivering and melting as it blossomed into dark pleasure. She responded beautifully. She was beautiful. Perfect for me.
“So fucking perfect,” I growled as I eased deeper inside her.
She tensed and hissed out a sharp breath when I entered her to the hilt, and I summoned all my willpower to pause again. I teased her breasts and tormented her nipples. My mouth coaxed hers, my kisses soothing and slow.
Her inner muscles finally softened around me, ceding to my claim. Her virgin cunt was mine and mine alone. Only I could have her like this. Only I could give her this pleasure.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her lips as I began to move inside her .
She drew in a shuddering gasp when I slowly withdrew before pushing back in, my cockhead dragging over her g-spot. Her lovely eyes flew wide, glittering pale green in the moonlight.
I rested my forehead against hers, staring down into her soul as I took everything that she offered me. “All mine.”
“Max.” She released my name on a soft, broken sound, and her pussy clenched around me.
I thrust in hard, rocking her entire body. She cried out, and I consumed the sound of her pained lust. I gentled her with more coaxing kisses, urging her to accept my claim over her body. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, clutching me closer as she began to rock her hips, meeting my harsher thrusts.
I groaned her name and pressed deeper, demanding more. She surrendered, moaning into my mouth as her kisses turned frenzied and desperate. Her core squeezed my cock, so close to her release.
I pulled back so I could look into her eyes once again. I rested my palm over her pale throat and cupped her jaw, tipping her head back. She had no choice but to stare up at me, her gaze sparkling with lust and something like awe. The sight of her utter surrender made me come undone .
A harsh curse dropped from my lips, and I rocked my hips into her as I pinched her nipples.
“Come for me, Allie,” I growled, my cock already pulsing inside her.
She said my name on a ragged cry, and her back arched as her pussy tightened almost painfully around my dick. I threw back my head on a rough shout, finally allowing my own release. I pumped into her, hard and fast as we both rode the waves of our mutual pleasure. She screamed out her orgasm, her nails scoring my shoulders. I welcomed the sting, the little bites of her desperate lust heightening my own ecstasy.
Her cunt fluttered, little aftershocks of her orgasm tormenting me as I came down from my high. I felt drunk and oddly weak. I carefully withdrew from her and dropped down onto the bed beside her. My arms shook as I pulled her against me, and she snuggled into my chest with a contented sigh, trusting me completely.
Allie was all mine.