Page 71 of Maksim
Maksim can’t continue this forever.
“Look at me, lislchka.”
My eyelashes flutter as I focus on Maksim.
“You are mine.”
Those words, those possessive, dehumanizing words, smooth down my back in a sweet, assuring caress. I know what he’s saying to me.
I will protect you.
From the organization.
From Nikita.
From everything and everyone.
I hated him. I hated him more than I thought possible to hate a man. I planned to kill him. If I hadn’t recognized I needed him to do exactly what he’s promising me right now, I probably would’ve already done it.
A week ago, I would have glared at these words he’s speaking.
Tonight, at this moment, the back of my throat feels full.
I close my eyes and press my lips to his, tasting a man I feel I’m meeting for the first time.
His movements falter like he’s surprised, but he quickly recovers, kissing me back as he jerks his strong hips against mine.
My lips part as an invitation that he greedily accepts, dipping his tongue into my mouth to stroke me.
I move my hands to his face to feel the roughness of his stubble, the hardness of his jaw, smoothing my thumbs over his cheeks and pulling him in closer.
Desire relaxes my body while simultaneously winding my core. My nipples pebble as they graze Maksim’s chest, but I still feel Nikita’s hands on me. I feel his prying. His greed.
His phantom touch haunts my insides, and the more warmth Maksim ignites, the more attention is drawn to those areas.
I don’t want to feel Nikita. I don’t want him to be the last man to be inside of me, to be the hand I feel.
I want Maksim.
The more he kisses me, the more my body undulates to grind with his, craving more than a charade.
Maksim’s thrusts gradually transition from rough to rhythmic, angry to passionate, and he must sense the shift as an issue because he breaks our kiss and looks to the side for Nikita.
He’s gone.
I search over Maksim’s shoulder to find Nikita by Alik, his hungry gaze taking in the room. He seems to have moved on.
Maksim finds Nikita as well and goes to set me down, but I stiffen and dig my hands into his shoulders, halting him.
When he narrows his eyes at me, confused, my cheeks heat.
“He could still be paying attention.”
My voice squeaks, my face growing even hotter as I hear how uncertain I sound. These people are disgusting, coming here, having sex in a room full of others, probably not all consensual. But… Would it be so terrible if I didn’t want this to stop?
Maksim’s eyes light up. He nods, lowering his gaze to my lips, my breasts that ache at his attention, down to our hips.
When he puts me on the floor, I deflate, but then he crooks his arm beneath my knee and lifts, making me gasp and almost topple over if not for him grabbing my shoulder to steady me.