18. Alexei #3
Anger burns hotter beneath my skin now, but underneath it sits something even uglier. Possession. The idea of her thinking she meant nothing to me feels almost insulting.
“You have any idea what happens to men who try to touch what belongs to me?” I ask quietly.
Maggie’s pulse jumps visibly in her throat. “There it is,” she whispers. “That right there. You keep sayin’ things like that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“I’m not property, Alexei.”
“No,” I say, stepping close enough that she has to tilt her head back to hold my eyes. “You’re worse.”
Confusion flashes across her face before I continue.
“You’re the first woman in years who’s managed to get inside every part of my life.” My voice roughens now despite every attempt to control it. “My daughter loves you. My men know your name. I think about you every hour of the goddamn day. And now another man is using you to get to me.”
My hand braces against the desk beside her hard enough that the wood creaks beneath my palm.
Her mouth parts slightly before pressing closed again. Then she shoves both hands hard against my chest. It does nothing except rip the last thread of restraint out of me completely.
I grab her, one hand locking around her waist while the other slides into her hair at the nape of her neck. My mouth crashes onto hers hard enough that both of us stumble backward against the desk. The kiss feels almost violent.
Fear, frustration, jealousy, and obsession pour straight into it while Maggie slaps at my chest and makes an angry sound against my mouth. But then her fingers twist into my shirt, and she kisses me back.
She finally shoves me away hard enough that both of us break apart, breathing unevenly.
“No.” Her voice shakes now while she glares at me. “You don’t get to decide my life for me.”
The sight of her standing there flushed, furious, and still wanting me nearly destroys what little sanity I have left.
“And you don’t get to walk away from me like this.”
“You’re out of your damn mind,” she murmurs.
“Probably.”
Then I kiss her again. Harder this time.
Deeper. The anger between us starts changing shape almost instantly, twisting into heat so intense it makes the entire room feel smaller.
Her fingers fist into the front of my shirt while my mouth moves along hers like a man possessed.
I’m furious she wants to leave. Furious, she thinks distance will protect her.
Furious that fear has reached her deeply enough to make her think walking away from me is even possible.
But beneath all of it sits the truth I still can’t say aloud. I can’t lose her. I love her.
She pulls back, sucking in a jagged inhale that breaks apart in her throat. She stares at me, eyes wide and glistening, the defiance draining out of her until she looks hollowed out by need. Her hands tremble where they’re fisted in my shirt.
“I need you,” she whispers.
The words crack between us hard they steal the remaining air from the room.
My hands find the hem of her shirt and drag it upward impatiently while Maggie’s fingers clutch at my shoulders.
The fabric catches briefly on her arms before I yank it free completely and throw it aside without another thought.
Her skin is flushed from anger and desire, warmth pouring off her while her chest rises unevenly beneath the pale lace of her bra. The sight of her standing in front of me like this after trying to walk away nearly destroys my control.
My hands move to her jeans next. The button gives beneath my fingers before I drag the zipper down and shove the denim roughly along her hips.
Maggie sucks in a breath when I drop to my knees long enough to pull the jeans down her legs completely, leaving them pooled around her ankles before she steps free of them.
I rise again, my breathing rough enough to hurt.
Her eyes stay locked on mine through all of it, anger and overwhelm still burning there beneath the desire. But she doesn’t walk away.
My fingers slide behind her back and unhook her bra in one smooth motion.
The straps slide slowly down her arms while I stare at her like I can’t decide whether to worship her or ruin her completely.
Then my hand hooks into the waistband of her panties, and the thin lace tears apart beneath the force of it.
Maggie gasps sharply, shock shining in her eyes while the ruined fabric drops uselessly to the floor between us. Her breathing turns shallow, every inch of her body tense beneath my hands while she stares up at me like she finally understands that I’ll never let her go.
Before I can reach for her again, her hands are on me.
She claws at my belt, the buckle clattering as she fights to undo it.
Her fingers are frantic, fumbling with the button of my trousers before she shoves them down.
My boxers follow, and my cock springs free, hard and aching.
Then she tears at my shirt, buttons pinging against the floor as she rips it open.
I grab her waist and lift her, her back hitting the desk with a heavy thud. Papers slide off the edge, fluttering to the floor, ignored. I spread her thighs with my knees, her pussy glistening and ready. I line myself up and drive into her, burying myself to the hilt in one thrust.
She cries out, the sound breaking echoing off the bookshelves lining the office walls. It’s loud. Reckless. Far too dangerous in a house filled with guards and staff who already know better than to interrupt closed doors.
I reach down, grabbing the ruined panties from the floor where they fell, the lace fabric still damp and twisted from where I ripped it apart moments earlier.
“Open,” I growl.
Her lips part, and I shove the fabric into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Her eyes go wide, darkening with a mix of shock and lust. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wood, holding her trapped beneath me.
I start to move, fucking her with deep, punishing strokes.
The desk rocks with the force of it, the wood groaning in protest. Her muffled whimpers vibrate around the lace, her hips bucking up to meet me, desperate for more friction.
I watch her face, the way her brows knit together, the sweat beading on her upper lip. She’s close already.
I grind my pelvis against her clit, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Her back arches, her nipples brushing against my chest. She tightens around me, her pussy clamping down like a vice. I don't let up, pounding into her through the resistance.
Her body stiffens, a silent scream tearing at her throat as the first orgasm crashes over her.
Her legs shake uncontrollably, her heels digging into my lower back.
I feel the pulse of her pussy around my cock, the wet heat flooding my shaft.
I slow down just enough to let her ride it out, but I don't stop.
“Again,” I grunt, releasing her wrists only to flip her over.
I haul her up, bending her over the desk.
Her cheek presses against the cool wood, the gag still muffling her breath.
I kick her legs wider and slam back into her.
This angle is deeper, more brutal. I brace her hands against the desk, my fingers locking around her wrists while my body cages hers completely beneath me.
Maggie twists beneath the pressure, overstimulated and breathless now, trying to pull away even as another broken sound leaves her throat.
Reaching beneath her, I find her clit with my fingers, rubbing tight, fast circles. The dual sensation is too much. She tries to beg, the words garbled and wet behind the lace, but I just fuck her faster.
The second orgasm hits her harder than the first. Her whole body convulses, her knees giving out so she’s completely pinned against the desk, supported only by my body caging hers and my cock buried inside her. She’s a mess of trembling limbs and muffled sobs, completely wrecked.
I pull out of her slowly, teasing her, before slamming back in.
I need my own release now, the pressure building at the base of my spine, unbearable and heavy.
I drag her up, pulling her back against my chest, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her up while the other yanks the panties from her mouth.
She gasps, sucking in air, her head lolling back onto my shoulder.
“Alexei,” she breathes, my name a prayer on her lips.
“You’re mine, Maggie. I won’t let you leave me.”
I cup her jaw roughly and turn her face toward mine, swallowing her gasp in a deep, reckless kiss that leaves both of us breathing unevenly against each other’s mouths. The desperation between us has completely taken over now.
Keeping my cock in her, I drop heavily into the chair behind me, dragging Maggie down with me until her back collides against my chest. A startled sound breaks from her throat at the sudden movement.
I snake one hand around her throat, holding her flush against me like the distance between us already feels unbearable.
The other hand finds her breast, squeezing and kneading it.
“Alexei…” she moans, grinding herself on my cock.
“You want more, kiska?” I tease, driving my cock into her.
“Y-yes…please…more,” she whimpers.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” I command, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Tell me, Maggie.”
“I can’t,” she says.
Releasing her breast, I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in her place. I drive into her so hard and fast that her head falls back onto my shoulder. She presses her lips together to keep from crying out.
“Tell me,” I growl against her ear.
“Alexei, please,” she begs.
“I can’t lose you, Maggie. I won’t. Not ever,” I say.