Page 35 of Fatal Bonds

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” I state, my voice quivering with hurt and frustration. “I don’t deserve it.”

“And you think I do? I’ve been nothing but honest with you since the day we met, and out of the two of us, I’m the only one who can say that, so I think my word will be the one we go with.”

I’m vibrating with emotion, and I cling to the anger, letting it consume me so I won’t have to feel anything else. Stepping forward, I tilt my chin up to get in his face as I glare at him, and my breath catches as heat blossoms in my belly. I shouldn’t be this close to him. It’s impossible to keep a clear head when the smell of his cologne envelops me with thoughts of sensual nights between the sheets and a forbidden desire I can’t seem to satiate. “I guess kidnapping and murder don’t count when we’re calculating where we stand on the whole morality scale, huh? Well, clearly my lack of honesty doesn’t make me any less fuckable, does it?”

Maks’s jaw clenches, the tendons popping in his jaw, and his eyes burn with intensity. “Why should it? I’m used to fucking women for the pleasure and setting them aside when I’m done with them. I don’t need honesty to know when they like what I have to offer, so why would you be any different? I like fucking, and you like it when I fuck you, so I intend to get you out of my system before I let you go.”

His words hurt a surprising amount—even when they come with the promise that he will set me free. But he’s right. Nothing real could come of this connection between us. Even if Maks were looking for a woman to spend his life with, I’m not at all confident I would want to be a part of his dark world. But I like the way he makes me feel. He’s dangerously good at sex, and right now, I need his protection, so I should focus on what I can have at this moment, because it’s not going to last forever. After, I’ll have to make peace with going our separate ways.

“Get me out of your system?” I hiss, removing the last of the space between us. “You’re an asshole.”

The heat in Maks’s eyes turns molten, but what I took for anger shifts to desire as he grabs the back of my head and brings our lips together in a demanding kiss. I should push him away, but instead, I find my fingers curling around the collar of his dress shirt as I pull him toward me, rising onto my toes. Fighting shouldn’t turn me on like this, but I’m desperate to ignore the rejection lingering under the surface, and my argument’s run out of steam. Focusing on the electric tension humming between us is much easier.

Maks’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me close as he grinds forward against me, pressing his hard length against my abdomen. My pulse quickens as I realize fighting was turning him on too. My mind flashes to the last time tensions between us were this high, and I can almost feel the sting of his belt across my ass, the liquid pleasure rushing between my thighs. Suddenly, I know why I’m excited.

“You fucking drive me crazy sometimes,” Maks rasps against my lips, his hands sliding up beneath my oversized cashmere sweater as his fingers splay across my bare back.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I breathe, nipping his lower lip as I wrap my arms around his neck.

My back bows, my body bending to his will as Maks curves around me, his strong arms supporting my weight. His mouth claims me with a ferocity that makes my heart pound and my breath quicken. All I want to do is let go and let the heat of the moment burn away the unwanted ache deep in my chest. As Maks’s tongue delves between my lips, my thoughts scatter like ash in the wind. A soft moan rushes from me as my explosive emotions find an avenue for release, and I kiss him back with all the desperation that’s been building inside me.

“Don’t worry, little rabbit,” Maks growls, his accent thickening with his arousal. “I’m going to fuck every one of your holes tonight so you know what happens when you speak to me that way.”

My stomach quivers, and a shiver races down my spine. I don’t know why I’m drawn to this darker side of Maks, but I’ve awakened something in him that makes my pulse race. The fine hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end, and as he breaks the kiss to push me to my knees, they buckle willingly.

As I kneel before him, I glance nervously over my shoulder toward the kitchen.

“You’re in luck. Lenka already went home for the evening,” he says. “But maybe you should think of that before you pick a fight next time.”

Heat floods my cheeks as my eyes snap back to his over the rims of my glasses as Maks undoes the buttons on his shirt, pulling the tails out of his slacks to let the panels fall open. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his lean, chiseled torso, and his blue eyes blaze down at me like an avenging god’s. The soft clink of his belt buckle raises goosebumps along my flesh, and when he pulls out his cock, my core clenches with nervous anticipation. A bead of precum spills down his thick length, drawing my eyes to the swollen tip. I don’t know how he thinks that’s supposed to fit in my mouth. My jaw aches just thinking about it, and the knot in my stomach tightens.

“It’s time to put those pretty lips to good use,zaya,” he commands.

His silken tip brushes against the seam of my mouth, and I can taste the salty arousal as he urges my lips apart. Excitement throbs between my thighs, and I press them together as I open my mouth, holding his gaze as I take his cock. A sharp breath hisses between his teeth as Maks combs my hair away from my face. Then he palms the back of my head, his hips rocking forward until he’s filling me, his swollen tip finding the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” he groans as I gag and choke, tears stinging my eyes. But the praise makes my stomach flutter and my clit throb. “You’re taking me so fucking well,” he encourages, easing out of my mouth several inches before he presses forward again.

I moan, the pulse between my legs intensifying, and I know if I touched myself right now, it would take nothing to make me come.

“Does that turn you on, little rabbit? When I fuck your perfect mouth?”

Maks’s pace increases, each thrust inching deeper down my throat, and as I suck in a ragged breath through my nose, my hands twitch with the urge to give me some relief. I hum confirmation, the throaty sound filled with lust, and Maks groans as his hips jerk forward, his cock sliding down my throat until my nose brushes his groin. He’s too big for me, and my muscles spasm around his tip, but the rush of tingling anticipation that races down my spine makes my panties cling wetly to my sensitive skin.

“You want to touch yourself?” he rasps, the question almost taunting.

I moan around his cock and move my hand between my thighs to do as he suggested, but before I can, his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Ah-ah-ah, I didn’t give you permission,zaya. You have to earn the right to come tonight, after your little outburst.”

Why is it so fucking hot when Maks decides to control me?It shouldn’t be, but I know that when I obey him, he rewards me with a pleasure I can’t find with anyone but him. Whimpering from the ache of my frustration, I force my hands back to my thighs and grip them tightly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his grip relaxing until tingling relief prickles across my scalp, and his rhythm intensifies as he fucks my mouth more intently.

A buzzing warmth vibrates through my body as he claims my throat, and he watches me with such burning desire that I can’t look away. I can tell he likes what he sees, and it makes my pulse throb to know this is only the start of what he has planned for me tonight.

“You feel sofuckinggood, little rabbit.”

His hips jerk forward erratically, and my stomach flip-flops nervously as his muscles strain, the tendons along his neck and shoulders raising beneath his inked flesh as he fights to maintain control.

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