Page 20 of Fatal Bonds

“God’s not the one you should be begging,” I warn darkly, sliding in and out of her with the wet sound of skin meeting skin.

Her walls tighten around my fingers as her excitement builds, and Lindsey shudders against me. My abs tense, my arm firm around her waist as it takes all my self-restraint not to bend her over the desk once more and take her, but I want to hear her say it—I want to know just how much she wants it before I claim her.

“Please, Maks,” Lindsey breathes, her nails pressing into skin. “I want you—” She chokes on a cry of pleasure as I nip the soft lobe of her ear, fingering her relentlessly.

“To what?” I tease.

“I want you to fuck me, please, fuck!” she screams.

Lindsey seems too lost in the heat of the moment to even think about someone listening to what we’re doing, but I’m sure anyone standing in the hall would hear her. A deep sense of satisfaction surges through me to make her lose herself so completely, and my drive to wring every last drop of pleasure from her intensifies. Circling her clit with my thumb, I continue to fill her with my fingers until she falls apart in my arms.

Quivering against me, Lindsey pants, clinging to my arms as if incapable of staying upright on her own. Taking her hands, I interlace our fingers and guide her palms back to the desk, bending her forward so she’s leaning against it as I wrap her fingers around the edges.

“Hold on tight, little rabbit,” I rasp, my voice harsh with arousal.

Catching her golden locks with my fingers, I draw her hair over one shoulder, exposing the other as I trail ravenous kisses across her soft, bare flesh. I take my time feeling every inch of her as I work my way down to the thin strip of fabric that vanishes between her ass cheeks. Hooking my thumbs inside the elastic of her panties, I pull them down her legs.

She steps out of them shakily as I kneel behind her, and I slip them into my pocket before guiding her feet wider, spreading her thighs. Red lines mark her creamy skin from my belt, and a primal pleasure rises in my chest at the marks I’ve left on her body—a kind of branding that makes her mine. They won’t scar or even bruise, but they’ll make her think of me every time she sits for days. My fingers brush them lightly as I trace the lines across her ass, and Lindsey moans. When I grasp her hips and press my lips to the feverish red skin, she leans into the caress, her back arching to give me the perfect view of her dripping pink slit.

I spread her cheeks, leaning in to steal another taste of her, and Lindsey cries out.

“So wet and ready for me,” I purr, running my fingers through her slick folds once more as I come to my feet. I want to bury myself inside her—to feel her warm wetness with nothing separating us, but after a lifetime of being careful, it would be stupid of me to throw caution out the window now. I’ve never had unprotected sex—to avoid any potential diseases but also to ensure I won’t accidentally bring a child into my fucked-up world.

Precum beads on the tip of my cock as I free it from my pants. It’s so hard, it’s practically brushing my abdomen, and I give it one firm tug to ease the pressure throbbing through its length. Then I lean around Lindsey to open my desk drawer and pull out a condom. She glances over her shoulder at me as I rip the foil, her eyes hooded with lust. She looks like the perfect student in need of my education with her glasses framing her innocent gaze. Her cheeks are flushed from the aftermath of her last climax, and her full lips are parted sensually in a silent gasp. I want to see them wrapped around my cock, but not right now. I’m so desperate to bury myself inside her it hurts.

Next time.The thought slips into my head before I can stop it. There shouldn’t be a next time. I don’t do anything more than casual with women—it’s not worth the risk. But even before I’m finished with Lindsey, I’m thinking about doing it again because she’s so damn irresistible. Her sensual sounds of pleasure, the way she squirms beneath my touch, the heat in her eyes when she looks at me—she’s addictive, and now that I’ve had a taste of her, all I want is more.

Rolling the condom down my hard length, I grasp the base and part her folds as I line the tip up with her wet entrance. Lindsey cries out as I thrust inside of her from behind, filling her to the hilt. Her hips rock forward against the edge of the desk, and I groan with satisfaction at the relief of being buried inside her warmth.

She braces against the desk, rocking back into me as I grip her waist and start to rock inside her. Each time I slam forward, she pushes back, taking my considerable size like she was made for my cock. After weeks of wanting her, days of resisting temptation every time I’m in her presence, it feels dangerously good to be taking what I want.

Lindsey’s knuckles whiten as she grasps the edges of the desk hard. Her back arches, her hips nudging the desk forward each time our skin connects with a soft slap. Shifting my hold on her, I lean in until my chest is brushing her bare back. I snake one arm around her waist, running my hand up between her breasts until my palm rests against the base of her throat, my fingers pressing against her collar bones, not choking her but holding her firmly in place. With my other hand, I find her clit and start to draw circles around it.

“You feel sofuckinggood,zaya,” I rasp, teasing the sensitive point between her thighs.

Lindsey whimpers, her hips rocking in time with my thrusts as she grinds against me. The way she chases her pleasure awakens a hunger inside me to know just how dark her desires go, if she might match my level of depravity. She’s not shy about her sexuality, which makes me confident that I’m not her first. The thought triggers an unexpected wave of jealousy deep in my gut. But the way she responds to my touch makes me certain no one has turned her on like I can, and that gives me an unshakable sense of satisfaction. I want to own her pleasure, to brand this moment in her memory so no other man could possibly compare. It’s selfish and arrogant—especially knowing I can’t keep Lindsey for my own—but I’ve never wanted to ruin a woman for any other man like I do her right now.

I shouldn’t be falling for Lindsey—her least of all because she knows a secret that could destroy all my carefully laid plans for revenge—but I can’t seem to stop myself. This past week, I’ve made excuses, told myself I was only going to see her because it was my responsibility as her prison keeper and because I needed to make sure it would be safe to keep her alive. In that time, she’s opened up to me in a way few women ever have. I let her in so I would be certain I could trust her—and she broke that trust when she decided to run. Still, the undercurrent of attraction that I’ve been holding back all this time just shattered my defenses, like water breaking through a dam. With every hot, wet thrust, I’m losing the battle to keep her at a distance. She’s wormed her way into the crevices of my walls, and now they’re crumbling down.

“Oh god, Maks!” Lindsey gasps, her core rippling around my cock.

The sound of her pleasure as she finds her release is all it takes to push me over the edge. I wanted to draw this out, to find the limit on just how many times I could make her come, but she feels too good. Her pussy milks my hard length, urging me deeper inside her, and with one final thrust, I spill cum into her depths.

Fuck, I’m in trouble with this one.

9

LINDSEY

Ibreathe heavily, my skin tingling in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. The warmth of his chest sears against my back, and the lines he put across my ass burn, but in a strangely pleasurable way, a reminder I’ll keep with me even when we’re done here. His strong hand braced against the base of my throat is mortifyingly erotic because it feels incredibly possessive, and at the same time, I’m pretty sure it’s the only thing holding me up at this point. My legs are like Jell-O from all the physical exertion after a week of being trapped in one room.

I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe I begged Maks to fuck me and he did, right here, against the desk where he just spanked me. I don’t even remember his last name, but as I feel his cock throbbing inside of me, matching my own pulsing aftershocks of pleasure, I can’t seem to collect my scattered thoughts. No one has ever fucked me like that before. No one has ever made me come so hard—or so many times. Somewhere along the line, I lost count.

His cock is massive, almost too big for me, but the sense of being so intensely full, stretched to my very limits, only intensified the pleasure. He knew right where to touch me, right where to kiss me to drive me wild. I felt possessed, near the brink of insanity, by the time I asked him to fuck me. Heat pools in my cheeks when I think back to how he promised me that’s exactly what he would make me do. Before my punishment, I never dreamed a man could have that kind of power over me. I’m used to being in control of the situation, but with Maks, even though I’m the one who chose, it didn’t feel like an option. I needed to feel him inside me. Now, I’m not sure sex with anyone else could ever live up to this.

Slowly, Maks’s hand slides down my chest, his other hand traveling around to the side of my hip so he can grasp and steady me. My arms tremble as they take my weight, and a moan of protest rushes up from my core before I can stop it as he eases out of me and steps back. An aching hollowness floods into the emptiness he leaves behind, and my core tightens with the need to feel him inside me again.

What is wrong with me?

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