Page 36 of Fatal Bonds

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls. “Be a good girl and swallow every last drop. If you do, I might just let you come.”

I’m so turned on by the sight of him, I’m on the brink of an orgasm without any urging. I moan as his cock hammers the back of my throat, my fingers digging into my thighs as I fight to hold on a little longer.

“Fuck,fuck,” Maks hisses, and hot, salty cum coats my tongue as he pushes it deeper down my throat with his cock.

I swallow reflexively, gripping his thick tip, and he jerks, an agonized groan ripping from his chest as he cradles the back of my head. Keeping himself buried inside my mouth, his swollen length twitches with each wet burst that paints the back of my throat. The ache between my thighs is unbearable as I taste his cum for the first time.

He’s breathing heavily as he releases me, and I suck in a rattling breath as he pulls out. Tears stream freely down my cheeks from the overwhelming intrusion, but the arousal surging through my veins burns away the indignity of having my mouth used like that. A trickle of salty cum escapes the corner of my lips as Maks’s cock slips free, and he cradles my chin gently, his thumb collecting the moisture and pressing it back between my lips.

“Every last drop,zaya,” he murmurs, and I suck his thumb clean, swallowing as I release it. “Good girl,” he purrs, releasing a flood of anticipation through my body.

He holds out his hand, silently offering to help me up, and even though I’m still burning with anger and frustration, I take it, because I’m desperate for relief. Maks pulls me effortlessly back to my feet, one arm cinching around my waist as if he knows my knees are too weak to hold me up, and his hand skirts beneath my sweater, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings with ease. I shudder as his palm slides across my bare pussy, two fingers brushing across my clit to stroke between my folds before pressing inside me. I cry out as holds me captive with his gaze, the intense pleasure making me tighten around him.

“You’re so wet,” he growls, and his thumb starts to circle my clit as his fingers slide in and out of me.

Trembling in his arms, it’s all I can do to cling to him, my breaths rushing from me in sharp gasps as my throbbing need consumes my body. Black dots dance across my eyelids as they sink closed, all my attention focused on the jolts of sensation rushing from my clit straight up my spine to the pleasure center in my brain.

“Look at me, Lindsey,” Maks commands.

When I open my eyes, his are burning into me with that same intensity that melts my insides.

“You want to come, little rabbit?”

I nod breathlessly, unable to find my words, and his fingers press more adamantly inside me as his thumb rubs tantalizing circles on top of my clit. I can feel his cock swelling against my hip, and it makes my core clench with the need to feel him inside me.

“Maks!” I scream as I fall apart around him, slick arousal making his palm slap wetly against my skin, the sound lewd and erotic as he fingers me to climax.

He watches me the whole time, his blue eyes magnetic, and a tingling thrill races through me at the intense intimacy of the moment. It feels like he’s touching my very soul as he forces every last drop of pleasure from me, and only after the last shuddering tremor of my release is done does he ease his fingers back out of me.

His middle and ring finger glisten with my arousal as Maks sticks them into his mouth and sucks them clean with an approving hum. My stomach clenches at the way he makes it sound like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, and as our gazes meet, the air charges with electricity.

“Fuck, I want to fill you up,” he growls, his hands dropping to the hem of my sweater as he pulls it up over my head in one fluid motion.

I gasp, heat rushing through my core at the thought of him coming inside me without a condom. I’ve never wanted a man to do something like that before Maks, but the urge to feel it is almost unbearable, and suddenly, I’m so turned on, I know I would come again as soon as he slid inside me.

“Maks, you can’t,” I whisper, nervous anticipation quivering in my belly. “I haven’t taken my birth control in, like, a month.”

“Don’t worry, little rabbit. There are other ways to come inside you that won’t get you pregnant.”

A jolt of cold adrenaline floods my veins, and fear mingles with my excitement as my pulse roars in my ears.

15

MAKS

It’s all I can do to make myself wait until we get to the bedroom. I walk Lindsey backward, I remove her clothes one layer at a time, taking every last strip of fabric until she’s wearing nothing but her glasses. Then I move on to mine, leaving a trail of discarded items as I steer her blindly down the hall. She lets me do the work as she keeps our lips locked, her fingers twined in my hair, refusing to break the kiss until we’re both gasping for breath. My lungs burn for oxygen, but my ravenous appetite overrides even my most basic needs as I claim her lips with the same enthusiasm as she kisses me.

I can feel the desperation in her touch, the need for relief. She has so little control over her life right now, so much built-up frustration. Maybe I’m taking advantage of her situation, tempting her with a different kind of release—a metaphorical freedom—because I can’t give her what she really wants. But I can’t seem to stop myself. Being near Lindsey night after night, hour after hour, is slowly driving me insane. I’ve tried to control myself, to keep my distance as best as I can, but it only took one word from her to shatter my resolve, and I feel my convictions slowly slipping away every time I get a taste of her. She’s an addiction. Now that I know the high of being inside her, I keep coming back for more.

As we spill onto the bed together, her naked body warm and lithe as she squirms beneath me, I know I’m in trouble—I’m in too deep. Telling Lindsey that, after Emiliano is dead, she will never have to see me again was more painful than I anticipated. I don’t know if I’m capable of simply letting her go, and guilt gnaws at my stomach to realize my selfish desire for her could be what made her question my honesty. In truth, I’ve never been more at war with myself. I stepped into a trap of my own making, because I can’t have a relationship with her in the long run—it will put her life at risk, and I won’t allow that. But the thought of watching her walk out of my life is nothing short of agonizing.

Knowing that is what drives my need to get her out of my system—to fuck her until the novelty of it has worn off and I have no more excuse to want her as badly as I do. But this insatiable desire only seems to build over time, so tonight, I intend to satisfy every last dirty fantasy I’ve had about Lindsey. Maybe then, I’ll be able to keep my word.

I’m half-crazed with the need to feel her orgasm soaking my cock, and as her legs wrap around my hips, her golden hair fanning around her head like a halo, I grasp my hard length and stroke my tip across her clit then press between her slick folds. Lindsey mewls, her back arching and her taut nipples brushing across my pecs as her hips roll beneath me. Without warning, her hot entrance finds my cockhead, and I sink into her an inch without a latex barrier to separate us.

“Fuck,” I groan, plunging deeper because her silky wetness feels too fucking good to resist.

Lindsey cries out as her walls ripple along my length, and her legs wrap around my hips as she finds her climax. Holding me buried in her depths, she comes on my cock after the first hard thrust. Her tight heat nearly sends me over the edge, and I grind my teeth, my muscles straining to hold my load despite the most exquisite sensation I’ve ever felt. The powerful clench of her pussy around me is almost more than I can stand. Nothing has ever felt this good. I want to stay buried inside her forever, and as her hips rock, chasing her pleasure, I move with her.

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