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Chapter 17

Sofia

Seeing someone get what they deserve, especially when it’s for disrespecting me, sends a shiver down my spine, a dangerous thrill I can’t quite explain. It’s a far cry from the helpless girl I used to be in high school, tormented by the likes of Brittany and her clique. I remember their sneers, their taunts. “Sofia, the loner,” they’d call me. Every day was a battle, and I was always on the losing side. Powerless, voiceless, invisible.

But now, watching Maxym’s swift retribution, it’s like I’m living a vindictive fantasy. The powerless girl is gone, replaced by someone who commands respect, even if it’s through fear.

We finish our meal and get ready to leave. As we walk out, I catch a glimpse of the waiter, still being roughed up. God, the brutality of it all. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Once we’re in the car, the image of the beaten waiter still fresh in my mind, I turn to Maxym. “Was that really necessary?” I ask, even though part of me already knows the answer.

He doesn’t look at me, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “I already told you it was.”

I trace my fingers over Maxym’s arm, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. My heart races as I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to give you something in return.”

He turns to me, a sly, sneaky smile playing on his lips. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Anything you want.” I run my fingers down his arm, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. I want to please him, to make him forget about everything else but me.

Maxym’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, his eyes flicking towards me for a brief moment before returning to the road. “I thought the doctor said no sex for at least a few weeks,” he reminds me, his tone teasing yet serious.

“He said nothing about oral.”

“Is that so?”

I nod, my lips still pressed against his ear. “Mhm.” I can feel the heat building between us, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to climb onto his lap right here and now.

I lean back in my seat, my eyes never leaving Maxym’s face. The tension between us is palpable, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. I want him, all of him, and I won’t stop until I have him.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. It’s intoxicating, and I’m helpless against it.

“You look so fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, his voice low and rough. He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

As he drives, I start undoing his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation. He raises an eyebrow as he feels what I’m doing, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he smirks and leans back in his seat, watching as I free his cock from his pants. I waste no time taking him into my mouth, relishing in the feeling of him growing harder against my tongue.

“Fuck, Sofia.” Maxym lets out a low groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening even more. “You’re going to make me crash,” he breathes, his eyes never leaving the road.

I don’t stop though. The danger of our situation only arouses me more. Maxym’s cock tastes good, and I’m enjoyingthe warmth filling my mouth as I slowly bob my head up and down his shaft. My tongue swirls over the head, and I let out a moan around his cock at the pleasure washing over me.

I feel his thigh tremble slightly as he wastes no time gripping my head tighter, his hips bucking forward.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

I tighten my grip on his waist, running my fingertips lightly across the soft skin of his stomach. His abs flex beneath my touch, and I moan even louder at the sight of them.

I bod my head vigorously, swirling my tongue around him again. His cock throbs in response, and I take it deeper into my throat, loving the way he gasps for air.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. I don’t respond, too busy focusing on his cock as it throbs in my mouth.

My lips are locked around him as he continues to thrust into my mouth, his cock growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. His hips buck against my face, pressing into my nose, and I feel my face flush with excitement.

“Faster,” he demands, and I oblige, taking him deeper into my mouth with each swirl of my tongue.

His body shudders, and I know he’s close. I start to suck harder, drawing him deeper into my mouth, and he lets out a long, low groan that sounds more like a growl.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice much rougher now. “You little slut.”

I whimper around his cock, loving the way he talks to me. I want to please him, to make him feel good, and I know that’s all he wants from me.

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