Page 25 of Unethical

“And what’s that?” she asks.

I lean closer, and she flinches. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

“Maxim, think about what you’re doing,” she scolds, but it only turns me on even more.

“I’ve thought about it plenty. Mainly while I stood outside of your house.”

She shakes her head. “Stop lying to me. You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”

I smirk at her. “The tan Cape Cod at the very end of Maple Hill Place, right?”

She gasps, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s known all along that I’ve been following her. Doing more to her.

“That is extremely...inappropriate...” She struggles to speak, losing her intelligence in front of my eyes. In fact, she’s losing her most basic instincts, and each word she speaks is as broken as I am. She could call for help. She moved up the time of our visits, and there’s someone just outside that door. But she doesn’t.

“Yeah, it is, but do you know what’s more inappropriate? I’ve come so many times to you as you strip and shower.” I reach out and stroke her face, and she rips away from my touch.

Her cheeks flush. “Maxim,” she whispers, “I’m calling the police.”

I take a step back from her. “Go on, call them.”

She looks at her cellphone on the desk, then back at me, but she doesn’t make a move.

“I’m giving you one chance to make the call before I make my thoughts a reality.” When she remains planted where she stands, I raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you’re stupid enough to do something that will land you back in prison,” she says, puffing her chest.

“You don’t know me, doc. Iwillrisk prison if it means I get to be inside you.”Again, I want to say, but I bite my tongue. I fist her hair, and she whimpers. “If you decide to call the police afterI take your cunt, I’ll sit in my fucking prison cell and remember how you felt when I made you come in your little office.”

She blinks at me. A battle rages inside her, I’m sure. Does she let such a vile person take her, or does she use those beautiful lips to call for help?

“Only if you answer a question for me,” she says, still trying to keep the upper hand.

I cock my head at her. “What question has nagged you hard enough that you’d fuck me for the answer? Do you want in my head that bad?”

She swallows. “Did you kill your brother?”

A laugh rumbles up from deep in my gut. “What a question.”

My hand rides up her skirt, and her body tenses. She didn’t act like this when I was in her house. When the masked stranger touched her, she practically melted. Am I that much worse than him?

When I push her panties aside, I run two fingers along her slit before pushing them inside her. Once I’m deep enough to feel her clit against my palm, I answer her.

“Yes, I pushed my brother into the well.” The moment the words exit my mouth, her hand rushes to my wrist to stop me. “Ah-ah, doc. My answer for your cunt, even if it’s not what you wanted to hear.”

I fuck her with my fingers until her hand releases from my wrist and grips her skirt. A soft moan leaves her lips and goes right to my dick.

“There you go,” I whisper as I lean my weight into her and finger her harder. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Maxim,” she whispers, and there’s apprehension in the word. She should be apprehensive. I’m what her textbooks warned her about in school.

With my hand still wrapped in her hair, I drag her to the place I’ve imagined bending her over most often: the desk. I push her chest down and keep my hand buried in her cunt.

“I feel you tightening,” I growl. “Don’t come yet, not until my cock is inside you.” I lean my weight into her, pushing her pelvis against the wooden desk. I pull my hand from her and bring my fingers to my mouth. I taste her, and it’s better than ever. The fear makes her even more delicious. She’s sweet and forbidden.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling my cock from the splayed fabric. I push my cock inside her because I can’t wait a second longer to feel her at this angle. She moans as I push to the depths of her. She’s so goddamn tight, even more so with her legs clenched together.

I wrap an arm around her and pull her against my pelvis. Sinking into something I’ve wanted this fucking bad as myself, as Maxim, is indescribable. It’s a similar feeling to the day I found out I was getting out of prison, but even better. I imagine it’s like a pardon when you’re strapped to the execution table, which is where I belong.

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