Page 19 of Fatal Bonds

“Lindsey, wait.”

Strong fingers close around my wrist, pulling me back, and I’m too weak and exhausted to resist. I stumble, falling against Maks’s shockingly muscular chest, and I gasp as heat floods my core. Ihatehow much he affects me.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, grasping my chin and tilting it up until I have to look him in the eye. “I shouldn’t have teased you. Let me make it right?”

His eyes burn with intense desire, and as his arm snakes around my waist, I can feel the thick length of his cock like iron against my abdomen. He’s as turned on by my punishment as I was, and the thought excites me as fresh arousal floods my core. I can see the question in his eyes, the permission he’s looking for to take what he wants, and my chin gives a subtle jerk of consent, responding as if it has a mind of its own. Electric heat charges the air around us as he leans in slowly.

Our lips meet, and the jolt that blasts through me lights my world on fire.

8

MAKS

Lindsey’s soft lips yield to mine, igniting white-hot desire in my blood. I’ve been attracted to her from the moment I laid eyes on her. I’ve wanted her, craved her even, but getting a taste of the real thing is something else entirely. Her kiss is intoxicating. Her slim body pressed to mine awakens a desire that obliterates my self-control. Without warning, I’m consumed by need for her that’s beyond anything I’ve felt before.

Watching Lindsey fall apart from her punishment turned me on, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy marking her perfect ass with my belt. She’s full of fire and spice, and she’s stronger than I think she knows. But seeing her on the brink of tears over my teasing brought out a protective instinct in me I hadn’t expected. I kissed her to show her I wasn’t laughing at her—that we’re both in the same boat about how hot her punishment was. Only it’s lit a fire inside me that I can’t put out. I’ve been agonizingly careful about not touching her since she became my prisoner. But now that the beast has been unleashed, I can’t put him back in his cage.

Her back arches as I pull her closer, her lips parting on a gasp, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth so I can taste her. Lindsey’s palms—pressed against my chest as if to push me away—slowly slide up to my shoulders, then my neck until her arms are wrapped around me. She kisses with a heat that matches my own, her teeth lightly nipping my lower lip when she pulls back to catch her breath, and when she looks at me, her Baltic-blue eyes are filled with desire behind her glasses.

Cradling her jaw with my palm, I brush the pad of my thumb across her full lips. They’re pink and swollen from our savage kiss, tempting me back in. “Watching you come made me so fucking hard,” I rasp, walking her back against the edge of the desk. “I want to do it again.”

Lindsey’s eyes darken, her breaths quickening as hunger burns in her gaze, and when I lean in to reclaim her lips, her fingers comb into my hair, tugging lightly at the roots as she pulls me closer. My hands roam down her slender body, feeling the shape of her curves, and when I palm her full ass, she releases a low moan. The sound is torn between pain and pleasure, and my cock throbs as it strains against the zipper of my pants. I want to bury myself inside her, to feel Lindsey’s warmth as I claim her for my own. My hips rock forward, grinding against her as I seek relief. She leans into me in response, her breasts pressed against my chest as I devour her lips like a crazed animal, consumed by lust.

This time, when my hands slip beneath her hoodie, there’s no anxious protest. She lifts her arms, silently telling me to take it off. I do, pulling it and her shirt up over her head at the same time. Lindsey’s golden locks cascade around her shoulders, loose and silky, as they fall across the small swells of her breasts. I toss her hoodie onto the chair with my belt, then grasp her hips and lift her, depositing her onto the desk. Her eyes follow me as I lean forward to taste the warm flesh cupped in the lacy shells of her bra.

I’ve known Lindsey for only a few weeks, had her locked in one of my houses for a matter of days, and in that time, I’ve pictured what she would look like underneath those flirty outfits over a hundred times. But nothing compares to the real deal. She’s firm and toned in all the right places with the body of someone who must enjoy yoga or pilates, and when her palms brace against the desk behind her, her breasts arching forward as her head falls back, she looks like Aphrodite ready to be worshipped. I’m not a devout man. In my world, there’s no room for that kind of devotion. Still, I want to have her, body and soul.

Soft gasps escape Lindsey as I nip and kiss my way down the valley between her breasts toward her navel. Goosebumps rise along her skin as my hands follow, my fingertips brushing across her ribs before finding the waistband of her leggings. Lindsey leans back, her movements eager as she shifts her weight to help me remove them. I peel the stretchy fabric off her perfect legs, leaving her in nothing but black lace lingerie as she sprawls across my desk.

“Time for that reward,” I murmur.

Her blue eyes are nearly black with desire, and they sparkle with anticipation as I sink to my knees before her, hooking her thighs over my shoulders. Her panties are already soaked with arousal when I curl a finger around the edge of the fabric and pull it aside for the taste I’ve been aching for. She doesn’t need foreplay. Her pink folds are already swollen and glistening for me. Spreading them with my fingers, I lick her from her wet entrance to her clit, collecting her tangy juices on my tongue. Lindsey gives a lusty groan, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slumps back against the desk, and my cock strains against my zipper, painfully hard with my need to be inside her. She tastes fucking angelic.

Closing my lips over her clit, I swirl my tongue across it.

“Maks,” Lindsey moans, her fingers gripping the sides of the desk as I pick a pace that makes her thighs tremble.

Her breaths quicken, her back bowing as her breasts strain against the fabric encasing them. As I keep my mouth suctioned to her clit, I reach up to palm the soft mounds, finding her nipples beneath the black lace. They’re hard, standing up against the fabric, and I trap them between my fingers and thumbs rolling them. Lindsey cries out. Her clit pulses against my tongue, and her thighs tighten around me, holding me against her slick folds. Pressing my tongue inside her warm entrance, I hum as she tightens around me, coming on my face.

“So responsive,” I murmur, and Lindsey shivers, her breaths coming in sharp gasps.

Her legs fall open for me as I stand, looking down at her perfection. Planting one palm beside her hips, I lean in to cup the back of her neck and pull her toward me, her lips rising to meet mine. Her fingers go to the buttons of my dress shirt, exposing my chest, then she reaches for the zipper of my pants. But as soon as I have the latch of her bra undone, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her onto her feet, turning her so I can pin her back against my chest.

“What do you think you’re doing, little rabbit?” I ask, trapping her wrists across her chest as I cuff them with my fingers.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Her voice is breathy with arousal, her supple breasts pressing against my hands every time she drags in a ragged lungful of air, and I’m intensely aware of her hips rolling back against me, the pressure easing the intense ache in my throbbing cock.

“It looks like you want to come on my cock,zaya,” I breathe against the shell of her ear as I guide her bra straps down her arms, exposing her breasts. They’re still the firm, pert shape of a woman in her early twenties, young and beautiful and inviting as they rise and fall with each rushed breath.

Lindsey nods, her soft hair brushing against the exposed triangle of my chest. My blood pounds thickly through my veins all heading in the same direction until my cock is so swollen and hard that it hurts. The thought of burying myself inside her makes me half-crazed with desire, but I made her a promise before I punished her.

“You know what you have to do, then,” I rasp, palming one of her breasts and teasing the hard point of her nipple as I let my other hand roam down the flat plane of her stomach.

My fingers dip inside the flimsy fabric of her panties, and I bite back a groan as I feel her smooth, bare skin beneath.

Lindsey gasps as my fingertips brush across the peak of her thighs, lightly stroking her clit. I press two fingers between her slick folds, finding her hot, wet entrance. She cries out, her knees buckling as I thrust inside of her, and I tighten my grip around her waist as I start to finger her.

“Oh god, please,” she whimpers, grasping my forearm to hold herself up.

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