Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Maxim
Torture used to be one of the best ways to calm the demons inside me. The sound of bones breaking, the metallic smell of blood, the control I had over another man’s pain, it grounded me.
Working out until my muscles screamed did the same thing. But right now, I’ve found a new drug.
Calina.
Being buried deep inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clenching around my cock while she moaned my name against my mouth… that calmed me in a way nothing else ever has.
In the past few hours, I can still taste her on my tongue, still smell her sweet scent on my skin.
The way she fell apart for me in that bathroom, legs wrapped around my waist, back against the wall, taking every brutal thrust like she was made for me, it’s burned into my memory.
That’s the only reason Adrian Volkov is still breathing right now.
We were about to leave when he requested a private word. I almost told him to fuck off. Calina was already heading toward the car with Viktor shadowing her so I stopped for a few minutes.
Adrian started yapping the moment we were alone in the side room.
“I got your message,” he says, eyes cold. “You didn’t have to kill those men. It was part of the initiation process.”
I tilt my head, voice flat. “Really? Because the last time I checked, initiation didn’t involve trying to slit my throat. It was either them or me. I chose them.”
Adrian’s jaw clenches. “You’re too volatile. Too controversial. You don’t belong here. You weren’t born into the bloodline. You’re an orphan who got lucky.”
I smile coldly. “You're beginning to sound like a broken record, Adrian. I know you don’t like me. At this point, I don’t even care why. I’m already in the Society. I’m already part of it. So you might as well back the fuck off.”
He leans forward, voice dripping with venom. “The likes of you don’t belong here. My own son, my flesh and blood can’t join because he’s gay. But you? Some adopted stray? You get in because you latched onto the Morozov’s daughter.”
My hand tightens into a fist under the table. The urge to put a bullet between his eyes is almost overwhelming. But then I remember how Calina felt wrapped around me just hours ago, how she came so beautifully for me. How she’s waiting for me right now, and I calm down.
I stare Adrian down. “What do you want from me, Adrian? Pity? Because I have none to give. As for your son… I don’t give a fuck if he fucks men, women, or both.
That’s his business, not mine. The reason he can’t get into the Society has nothing to do with me.
It’s because of men like you: old, rigid, refusing to adapt to the times.
You made the rules. Now they’ve come back to bite you in the ass, and you’re regretting it. If anyone is to blame, it’s you.”
Adrian’s face twists with rage, but I don’t stop.
“Back off. Stop sending your pathetic men after me. I don’t give a fuck about your archaic initiations. Stay away from me, or you’ll find out exactly why they call me the Devil.”
He fumes. “Is that a threat?”
“That’s not a threat. That’s a promise.”
I don’t wait for his reply. I turn and walk out, leaving him seething behind me.
The moment I step outside and see Calina standing with Viktor and Dmitri, standing by the car, something inside me settles. The rage, the tension, the bloodlust. It all quiets.
I walk straight to her. “Let's go.”
She looks up at me, searching my face. “Is everything alright?”
I nod, placing my hand on her lower back. “Everything is fine now.”
In the car, I can’t keep my hands off her. I pull her onto my lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she straddles me. My mouth finds hers instantly, kissing her ly and hungrily the entire ride home.
She moans softly against my lips, her fingers threading through my hair. By the time we reach the estate, her lips are swollen and red, and I’m hard as steel beneath her.
I carry her upstairs, her legs wrapped around my waist, still kissing her like I’ll die if I stop. I want to be inside her again so badly it hurts. I want to fuck her against the wall, on the bed, until she’s screaming my name and dripping with my cum.
But she’s exhausted. I can see it in the way her body melts against mine, in the soft sighs between kisses.
So instead, I take her to the bathroom, run her a warm bath, and lower us both into it. I wash her gently, her hair, her back, between her thighs, taking care of her in a way I’ve never taken care of anyone. She leans back against my chest, soft and pliant, letting me tend to her.
Later, when we’re in bed, she curls up against me like she did last night. I spoon her from behind, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, my face buried in her hair. She fits perfectly against me.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I fall asleep easily. No nightmares. No restless thoughts.
A few days have passed and I still haven’t found the fucking rat.
Every lead turns up empty. Every interrogation leaves me more frustrated than the last.
The man in the basement’s final words keep echoing in my head: “The man you're looking for is closer than you think.”
Every day I don’t find them is another day they get more leverage, more opportunity to do damage. It’s eating at me. I’m pissed at myself for not seeing it sooner.
I come home late again tonight, the house quiet except for the low hum of the security system. I loosen my tie as I walk in, expecting Calina to be asleep.
Instead, I find her curled up on the sofa in the living room, phone in her hand, looking soft and beautiful in one of her pajama sets.
She looks up when I enter. I walk straight to her.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”
She sets the phone down. “Just going through a few last wedding details.”
I reach out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Since that night in the restroom, we haven’t had sex again. I’ve been giving her time to heal.
“Is the wedding stressing you out?” I murmur.
She shakes her head. “No. Buy you look stressed. Is everything alright?”
I lean down and kiss her instead of answering. “Everything is fine now.”
She deepens the kiss immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck, body pressing against mine like she’s been waiting for this too. I lose myself in her taste, in the soft sounds she makes when my tongue strokes hers.
My hands slide down her back, gripping her ass as I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, grinding against me as I carry her upstairs.
I kick the bedroom door shut behind us and lay her down on the bed, crawling over her without breaking the kiss. My mouth moves down her neck, sucking and biting, marking her skin.
I push her pajama top up and off, exposing her perfect breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then gently biting before soothing it with my tongue. She has perfect breasts. She arches into me with a moan, fingers threading through my hair.
I give the other breast the same attention, sucking, licking, biting just enough to make her gasp and writhe beneath me. Her nipples are hard and sensitive, glistening with my saliva when I pull back to admire them.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl against her skin, kissing down her stomach, biting softly at her ribs, then lower, licking around her navel. She shivers under every touch, her breathing ragged.
I hook my fingers into her pajama bottoms and slide them down her legs, leaving her completely bare for me.
The sight of her, flushed, wet, and waiting, makes my cock throb painfully.
I look up at her, eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve been thinking about tasting this pretty pussy again all day.”
She whimpers, hips lifting slightly in invitation.
I spread her thighs wider and bury my face between them, licking a long, slow stripe up her soaked pussy.
She tastes like heaven. I groan against her, sucking her clit into my mouth while pushing two fingers inside her tight heat.
She cries out, back arching off the bed, fingers tightening in my hair as I devour her.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered,” I murmur, licking her again, slower this time, circling her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth.
Calina moans loudly, her fingers tightening in my hair. I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue, long, languid strokes, teasing flicks, then sucking harder when her moans turn desperate.
Her taste is addictive. I could stay here for hours, buried between her legs, listening to the broken sounds she makes.
“Maxim—oh God—”
“That’s it,” I growl against her clit. “Let me hear you.”
I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm while my tongue works her clit relentlessly. Her walls flutter around my fingers, getting wetter, tighter.
I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock. Her moans turn into desperate sobs as her thighs start shaking.
“Maxim… oh my….”
She shatters with a loud, broken cry, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers as she squirts, hot and wet, coating my hand and chin.
Her entire body jerks violently, legs trembling uncontrollably. I don’t stop. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, trying to push my head away.
“Too much—Maxim, please—”
I pull back just enough to look at her, my lips shiny with her release. “Not yet. You’re going to come again for me.”
I dive back in, gentler this time but no less relentless, sucking softly on her clit while my fingers curl inside her.
She comes again within minutes, her body shaking so hard I have to hold her hips down. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes as she rides the overwhelming pleasure.
Only then do I finally pull away, crawling up her body. I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, hands roaming over my chest and shoulders.
I shed my clothes quickly, my cock is so hard it aches. I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her soaked entrance. I look into her eyes as I slowly push inside her, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety heat.
“Fuck… you feel so good, baby,” I groan, bottoming out with a deep thrust. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
I start moving, slow and deep at first, grinding against her with every stroke. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my back.
I pick up the pace, fucking her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
“Maxim,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Oh God!”
I fuck her deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream. My hand slips between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.
She comes again with a shattered cry, her walls pulsing around my cock so tightly I almost lose control.
I keep thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. “That’s my good girl.”
I bury myself deep and come hard, groaning her name as I fill her with pulse after pulse of my release.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I kiss her softly, lazily, as we come down.
I lie back on the bed and pull her on top of me, her soft, warm body draping over mine.
She rests her head on my chest, and I press slow, lazy kisses to her forehead, her temple, the top of her head, little touches I never knew I needed until her.
She lifts her head after a while, eyes soft and searching. I can’t resist. I cup the back of her neck and kiss her again, slow, deep, savoring the taste of her.
Kissing Calina has become one of my favorite things in the world. I could do it for hours. It comes second only to eating her sweet pussy and burying myself deep inside her. In no particular order.
We kiss for a long time, lazy and unhurried, tongues stroking, lips brushing, breathing each other in. When we finally pull apart, she’s looking at me with that knowing little expression.
“There’s something on your mind,” she says softly.
I chuckle, the sound low in my chest. “Are you a mind reader now?”
She smiles faintly. “No. But I can tell.” She traces a finger over my collarbone. “A penny for your thoughts?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You already said my thoughts cost more than a penny.”
She waits, patient and quiet. I let out a long breath and stare at the ceiling for a moment.
“There’s a rat in my organization,” I admit. “I’ve been trying to sniff them out for weeks. The man I interrogated said the betrayer is closer than I think. But he died before he could give me a name. Now I’m left wondering who the fuck it is.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then says carefully, “Have you checked all your closest people?”
I tense. “What do you mean by that?”
She shrugs slightly. “Viktor and Dmitri… they’re the closest to you, right?”
Anger flares in my chest. I sit up, forcing her to shift off me.
“What the fuck are you implying? Those two are like brothers to me. They would take a bullet for me before they ever betrayed me.”
She doesn’t back down. “The man said the betrayer is closer than you think. I’m just saying…”
“Enough.” I swing my legs off the bed, standing up. “I don’t want to hear this shit.”
I pull on my slacks, not bothering with a shirt, and head for the door. She calls after me, but I don’t stop. I slam the door behind me harder than necessary, jaw clenched tight.
She has no idea what she’s talking about. Viktor and Dmitri are family. Blood or not, they’ve been with me through everything. They would never turn on me.
I storm downstairs, anger and frustration boiling under my skin. The rat is out there somewhere, and now even Calina is making me question the only people I’ve ever trusted.
I need to find the traitor.
And when I do, I’m going to make them suffer.