Chapter Thirty #2
Even though he must’ve felt my thumping pulse, he continued, not holding anything back—just like he’d promised.
“Camera in your sitting room. Had one in your bedroom until I didn’t have the willpower to keep it turned off.
” Grazing his lips and teeth against my neck in a too light tease, he raised his head to my ear to whisper, “Want to know when that was?”
No.
I needed to know.
“I had it disconnected the morning after I watched you slide your hand between your legs. Seeing you touch yourself while you were wearing my sweats? It made me come harder than I ever had before. What were you thinking about?”
If I was wearing his sweats at the time, then it was the first time I’d thought of him while I’d touched myself. The night he’d carried me from the couch to my bed.
Licking my suddenly dry lips, I lied, “I don’t remember.”
His tattooed fingers around my throat gave a small squeeze. “You’ve already lied enough, Juliet. Do you want more punishment?”
A moan forced its way out. Seeing our reflection in the blank monitors was almost as exhilarating as feeling his hand around my throat.
“What were you thinking about?” he repeated.
“You,” I admitted on a soft breath.
He groaned his approval, sliding a finger through my wetness. “Good. Because every time I stroked my dick, I thought of you.”
Arousal shot through me and I tilted my hips, wanting him to touch me more, but his fingers only teased.
“Don’t ever think,” he continued, “even for one damn second, that I don’t want you. I’ve always wanted you, even when I shouldn’t have. All of you. Everything . Every piece of you.”
Like only Maximo could, he overwhelmed me with his size, his touch, his obscenely sweet words.
I couldn’t take any more. “Maximo—”
“Hush. You had your time to talk, now it’s time to listen.
” Turning me to face him, he cupped my head with both hands, tilting it back.
“Been obsessed with you since I saw you in that dump. The more time I spent with you,” he jerked his head toward the monitors, “or watching you, the more that obsession grew. The more I needed you. I could never have better than you because there is no better.”
It was too much. More than my brain and my body and my heart could take. “Maximo—”
“I said hush. Do you know why I started calling you little dove ?”
I shook my head.
His cock jerked against my stomach. “Because I knew I was going to keep you in my cage. Even back then, I knew I’d never let you go.”
And then he took my mouth, his kiss just as hungry as mine. His tongue speared in, demanding and greedy and hot.
Lifting me, he broke the kiss and began walking. Unable to keep my mouth off him, I kissed and nipped his jaw. When I bit down on his neck, wanting to mark him like he did me, he froze. I wondered if he’d just fuck me on the hallway floor, but after a brief pause, his long strides sped up.
My ass had barely hit the bed with a stinging ache when he had my shirt and bra off.
I lifted onto my knees but didn’t have time to undress him.
He beat me to it, throwing his clothes off to land with mine before taking me down onto my back.
His body covered mine, his hips between my spread thighs and his hard cock pressed against me.
But he didn’t enter me. His hard length glided along my slit. It rubbed my clit, tormenting me until I had no choice but to beg.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Who am I?”
That time, I didn’t hesitate. “My Daddy.”
His eyes closed, his pleasure more than purely sexual. It was important to him. I was important to him. “Again.”
Leaning up, I touched his cheek, his stubbled jaw, and down to the pointed crown that was inked on his neck. “You’re my Daddy.”
In one thrust, he filled me, slamming to the hilt and stealing my breath. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
“Who owns you?”
Again, my answer was immediate because, dysfunctional or not, it was the truth. “You do, Daddy.”
His movements were frantic and unhinged, his eyes wild at my words. With each powerful, savage thrust, the tension in my lower belly tightened. He pushed me closer to the edge until every nerve ending in my body was oversensitive and overwhelmed.
And then he stopped.
His thick cock buried deep was almost enough to launch me into bliss anyway.
Almost, but not quite.
Restless and needy, I rocked my hips with wanton abandon, happy to fuck myself on his length.
His weight pressed into me, pinning me to the mattress so I couldn’t move those meager centimeters.
Maximo’s voice was rough and harsh when he ordered, “Tell me you love it.”
God .
Looking at him, his face far from blank or cold, I saw the blatant earnestness. The hurt. My words earlier were meant to be destructive, and they’d achieved their goal.
“I love it. I never hated it.”
His hand moved from the bed to the base of my throat, his fingers curling around my neck. Although his touch was featherlight, the hold was intoxicatingly controlling and I wanted more. “Tell me you need it.”
“You see what three days without this did to me. I’m a mess. I need it.”
He started moving again, though I wasn’t sure if he was even aware he was doing it. “Tell me you need me .”
For all intents and purposes, I’d been on my own for as long as I could remember. Shamus had taught me early and often not to rely on others. Not to trust them.
Not to need anyone.
And I’d lived by that for a long time. Until Maximo had shown me what it was like to be taken care of.
“I need you,” I told him, hoping he knew how difficult it was for me to willingly make myself vulnerable. “More than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything.”
I should’ve known he’d get it.
Dropping his body tight to mine, he kissed me, long and hot and fierce. His pelvis rubbed against my clit as he ground into me. When we were both breathless, he tore his mouth away and tilted my head to nip my neck.
“Harder,” I demanded, wanting the love bites back.
I missed them.
Maximo groaned against me before biting harder and sucking the sensitive skin until I gasped. Raising himself, he moved his hand back to my throat, his thumb stroking over the spot.
So close.
“No one takes you from me, little dove,” Maximo growled. “No one opens your cage.”
God, so close.
“Even you.” His thrusts grew vicious, making my eyes unfocused and my thoughts hazy. “ I decide when this is over.”
My lids drifted closed, my neck arching.
“And it’ll never be over. I’ll never let you go because I love you, Juliet. ‘Til the day I die.”
What?
Did he really…
Try as I might to fight the crashing waves, I lost my thoughts, my breath, my mind. My orgasm tore through me, shredding me until I didn’t think I could ever be put back together.
But one wasn’t enough.
Maximo moved his hand from my throat to shove between us, his thumb stroking my clit how I liked. One orgasm barreled straight into the next, his thumb and dick working together to wring everything from me.
When I’d given him all I had physically, he brought his hand back up to grip my chin before he demanded more of me.
All of me.
“Tell me you love me.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt familial or platonic love. I’d certainly never been in love.
Not until Maximo.
It was why I was so petrified. Because if Maximo lied, cheated, or let me down like everyone else, it wouldn’t be an annoying disappointment. It would destroy me. Shatter me.
Admitting I loved him would hand him all my trust. There’d be no walls, no distance, no holding back.
Just like he wanted.
Like we both needed.
“I love you.”
Lids closing, his head dropped back, exposing his strong neck. His shoulders were bunched, tense and taut with exertion as he slammed into me over and over. Rough and raw, he gritted out, “Again.”
“I love you, Daddy.”
His low groan made goosebumps spread across my skin. He continued driving into me as he came.
Once he was done, he gave me his weight, burying his head in the side of my neck as we caught our breath.
When he tried to lift away, I wrapped my limbs around him, whispering, “Just another minute, please.”
“As long as you want,” he whispered back, his lips teasing my neck. “Forever.”
Surrounded by him, my meandering thoughts bounced all over.
Maybe I should’ve been disturbed by the fact he’d watched me.
Maybe I should’ve been horrified he’d killed the Sullivans’ goon.
Maybe I should’ve been scared by his possessive declarations.
And maybe it was a sign of how fucked up and dysfunctional I was that none of it bothered me.
Not at all.
In fact, I liked it.
I didn’t need a charming prince at my side. I needed a villain at my back. I needed someone who would love me with obsessive reassurance. Someone who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty because I knew firsthand that the world was far from a fairy tale.
I needed Maximo.
My silence must’ve stretched too long for my villain because he lifted to look down at me. His brow was furrowed and his muscles tight, as though he were bracing for me to take it all back. “We good?”
Smiling, I ran my fingertips across his stubbled cheeks. “Perfect.”
Relief flowed unfettered before he took my mouth in a bruising kiss. When he pulled away, he stroked my hair back, studying me—including the bags under my eyes. “You need rest.”
He rolled to the side and tried to gather me to him, but I kept the momentum going, shoving him onto his back before straddling him with my ass on his abs.
His eyebrow quirked and an amused smile pulled at his lips.
I inhaled deeply. My shoulders were light, my chest was loose, and I could breathe easily.
Maximo gave me that.
So I wanted to give him something in return.
More of me.