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That means he watched me go into my job.

“You’re still stalking me?” I ask.

“I’m watching you. That’s all. I think I deserve to know if you’re sending me back.”

I swallow. “Maxim, listen?—”

“Don’t give me an excuse. Just tell me the truth. I know I don’t deserve it, but I need it.”

“I’m trying to! Will you just shut up for a damn minute?” A frustrated exhale leaves my lips when a smirk crosses his face. “I went to your old house. The one you grew up in. Where...the incident happened.”

The smirk drops, and Maxim’s throat bobs, as if even the mention of his childhood home puts him right back inside that little unattached hole in the ground.

“I bet that got your psychological panties wet,” he says. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“I found the truth.”

“And?”

“I saw the cellar. The scratch marks. Everything you told me was the truth.”

He swallows. “Okay, so you saw the house of horrors. Now what?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

“I’m not a very believable guy. And I need to apologize as well. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. I’m sorry for the man in the mask.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving my face. “But I’m not sorry for fucking you or making you come around my fingers. On my cock. On my chin. You were the one good thing I’ve ever had in my entire life, something I willneverget close to having again, and I won’t apologize for getting to experience that.”

A bright blush creeps down my neck and spreads across my chest. Though his apology is wrapped in a narcissistic blanket, it’s still an apology. It’s still an improvement of character. In some small way, I’ve made a change. I’ve impacted his life.

And isn’t that all I’ve ever wanted from him?

I grip the top of my towel and spread the fabric. His eyes finally leave my face and caress every inch of my body with a stare that I’d begun to miss. No one has ever looked at me so intently, with so much desperate need.

He doesn’t speak as I drop the towel to my feet. Maxim has little control and so few morals, but he doesn’t even take a step toward me.

What is he waiting for?

Chapter Thirty-Two

Maxim

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her hands spreading and dropping that towel. She showed me all of herself by choice, without me coercing her or tricking her.

Shechoseto show herself to me, and I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.

I smirk at her before lifting her and setting her on the vanity countertop. She spreads her legs for me, and I sink my fingers to my knuckles inside of her as I lean over her and kiss her. She kisses me back, though moans tempt her lips.

My fingers slide in and out of her as her inner walls tighten around me. I didn’t have to do much to earn her body’s forgiveness. It’s easy to play her like an instrument with my fingers. If I could only reach her heart the way I reach her G-spot.

Her lips pull from mine and latch onto my shoulder. She’s coming already. I feel it in the way her teeth dig into my skin and the hard tightening of her cunt around me.

“Come for me, doc,” I say through gritted teeth.

She bites the shit out of me, as if she wants to eat a piece of me, but I ignore the pain and continue fucking her with my fingers, dragging out the orgasm that doesn’t let up until she releases me from her bite. She pants against my skin, her naked chest rising to meet mine.

I pull my hand from her and stuff my fingers into her mouth, sinking them to the back of her throat until she gags. Then I move them down her body and grip her hips. I need her, and I can’t wait any longer.

Her hands grip my shirt and pull me closer, and I allow her to stop me from pulling her off the vanity counter. Her warm breath rolls over my skin as she leans toward my ear.

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