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“Relax, I’m just kidding.” He then adds, “It can get pretty lonely in this big house.” He leans in a bit closer. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” he starts, his voice a tempting whisper, “maybe there are ways to make your stay here more... enjoyable.”

I raise an eyebrow, curious despite myself. “Oh? And what would those be?” I ask, my tone matching his.

He closes the distance between us, his presence enveloping. “Well, for starters, I could show you around the house. There are rooms here you haven’t seen yet. Places that might... pique your interest.”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks at his insinuation. Maxym has always had this ability to stir a mix of emotions in me, frustration, intrigue, and now, an undeniable spark of excitement.

“And after the tour?”

Maxym smirks, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Let’s just say, I’m pretty good at ensuring our guests are well taken care of. In every possible way. Or maybe,” he continues, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, “we could find other ways to keep you entertained. I’ve been told I have a knack for discovering what people really want.”

I swallow hard, his words sending a shiver down my spine. This game he’s playing, it’s dangerous, but there’s a part of me that’s intrigued, drawn to the thrill of it all.

He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the collar of my robe. “You see, Sofia, in a house like this, there are countless ways to find... distraction.”

I can barely breathe, his touch igniting a fire within me. It’s a game of temptation, and Maxym is a master at it. He notices the effect he has on me, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.He leans in even closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You should see the way you’re looking at me right now.”

I’m caught off guard by his closeness, his words. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like you’re hungry for something only I can give you.”

God, he’s making me blush.

He leans away from me, surveying me with a look that’s both challenging and seductive. “You know, Sofia, I’ve always appreciated a woman who knows what she wants. And right now, I can almost read your thoughts.”

He circles me slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“But here’s the thing,” he continues, his voice low and smooth, “I’m not a man who gives in easily. If you want something,” he pauses, standing behind me now, his voice a soft rumble in my ear, “you have to come and take it.”

Chapter 6

Maxym

I’m standing there, just behind her, biding my time. It’s a silent standoff, a game of wills, and I’m certain she’ll give in first. I know she feels it too; it’s only a matter of time.

She’s right in front of me, her back turned, but I can sense her every movement, every breath. I’m close, so close I catch the scent of her perfume mixed with her shampoo, cherry and strawberry, a sweet, tantalizing fragrance that seems to embody her.

She smells soft, delicate, just like she is. Fragile and seemingly vulnerable, like she needs protection. But there’s a strength in her too, a resilience. It’s an intoxicating mix, and it draws me in even more.

Then, she turns around, her eyes meeting mine. Goddamn, those beautiful eyes. Her pupils are dilated, her lips slightly parted as she takes me in.

I’m not sure how it started, but suddenly we’re right there, face to face. Our eyes lock, heavy with exhaustion and something more primal. Then, without warning, we’re kissing, and it’s not just a gentle peck. No, we’re devouring each other like we’ve been starved of this contact for years.

It’s intense, like those desperate reunions you see at airports, where every second apart felt like an eternity. I don’t hold back, and neither does she.

She pushes me to the sofa and I fall back, letting her take control. I watch as she straddles me, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination. She bends down to kiss me again, and our lips meet in a desperate embrace.

Then I feel it, the heat between her legs. The wetness there, dripping with lust. It’s intoxicating, like a drug I can’t resist.

She’s grinding against my thigh, her hips moving in a slow, seductive rhythm.

Fuck.

I feel myself grow hard against her belly as she keeps moving on top of me.

My hands reach up to cup her face, locking our lips as she moans in my mouth.

She’s whimpering, saying something I can’t quite understand. She presses harder against me, her hips moving faster now, creating friction that has me going wild. I can feel the need building inside of me as if there’s nothing else in the world but this moment.

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