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Do I? I keep running, and I know there’s nowhere for me to hide in this suite.

“Let me go,” I demand, ignoring his question.

“No,” he says with finality, and though it should piss me off, it doesn’t.

“Am I like catnip? Why are all the men in my life stalking me?” I pretend to be annoyed and let out a long sigh. Maxim and Gavin are polar opposites, so I really shouldn’t lump them together.

Gavin laid it on thick with the charm and said all the right things. For two seconds, I thought he was the kind of man I should be with. I forced it, but I knew the relationship was wrong. I never felt any sexual attraction to him, and I convinced myself it would come with time. I kept thinking that all I had to do was get to know Gavin better and then I’d feel something.

The second I saw Maxim, the attraction was instant. It was so powerful and consuming that I knew I couldn’t have convinced myself to ever feel this way about another person. It was like I felt it in my soul.

“Don’t talk about him when we’re in bed together.”

I smirk, knowing that he just handed me the perfect way to piss him off. If I’m going to fight this need for him, I have to put some distance between us.

Chapter Six

MAXIM

Of course that makes her smirk. My jealousy seems to please her, while the thought of her with someone else boils my blood. There’s a possessive animal inside of me that won’t think rationally. Even now, I know that I should get off of her and let her go, but I can’t. The need for her is above all reasoning, and I can’t fight it.

“Listen to me, firecracker.” I feel my jaw clench as I use my knee to spread her legs wider. “You keep teasing me and you won’t like what happens.”

Her eyes widen when I rock my hips forward and I feel her heat rubbing against me. My hand on her wrists holds her firmly as I use my free hand to pull her skirt up around her hips. I glance down and see her little white panties are the only thing covering her.

“Or maybe you will.” My voice is like a growl as I look into her eyes and give my animal what it wants.

Her.

Before I can think it through, my mouth crashes down on hers. She opens her mouth to cry out, but all I do is swallow her scream. When my tongue slides across hers, I can hear the protest turn into a whimper. I don’t stop as I hold her down and rock against her, forcing her to feel what I’m feeling. Demanding that she seeks the same pleasure that’s driving me to the edge of insanity.

When her hips tilt up so the hard ridge of my cock can rub her wet spot, I nearly cum in my pants.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it.” I smile against her lips as my finger traces down the center of her panties. “This sweet little pussy is telling all your secrets.” I lick across her bottom lip and rub the soaking wet cotton. “And she’s weeping for me.”

“Maxim.” My name is barely a whisper before her breath catches in her throat.

“It’s running down your thighs. Making it so soft.” My knuckles rub over the wet patch above her clit. Her hips rock up again like a reflex, and I kiss down her neck. “I bet if you let me lick it, you’ll melt in my mouth.”

“I-I don’t want that.” Her protest is half-hearted, and we both know it.

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted it.” Something in the back of my mind is telling me not to do this, but I ignore it and keep going. I’ve never felt more certain of what I need to do, and she’s calling to me like a siren. “All you have to do is lie back and let me make you feel good.”

“Please, Maxim.”

“God, I love when you say my name.” I pull down the front of her top, and when one of her tits pops out, my mouth descends on it. Her nipple is hard like a ripe little berry, and I lick over it before I suck.

She cries out again, and I do it to the other one, needing more of her softness in my mouth. Her body is small, but her taste is consuming as I bury my face between her breasts. She’s panting by the time I’ve left love bites all over them and move lower down her body.

Rue struggles against my hold, and I look up at her as I settle between her legs. “I’m going to let your hands go, but I expect you to be a good girl.” She swallows hard, but my glare doesn’t let up. “Do you understand me?”

She nods silently, and I release them before grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

“Wait, I’m not ready. I need to?—”

Whatever she was going to say is cut off when I press my face against her panties and breathe in. The wet cotton sticks to my nose and lips, and I close my eyes as I savor her scent. My mouth waters, so I pull the cotton to the side with my teeth and then lick her warm pink center. She’s got short dark curls that I nuzzle against, and it feels like I’ve reached heaven.

The valley between her thighs is where I’m happy to make my grave because I never want this moment to end.

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