Page 137 of Bratva's Intern

With another slam of his hips, I came with a deafening cry, tremors rippling through my body as Maxim continued to move inside me, drawing my orgasm out for what felt like forever. Spent, I sagged against the desk, breathing hard. Maxim pulled out, stroking his dick.

“On your knees for me, Wren.”

He had to help me to my feet and position me on my knees while he collapsed back into his chair. He snaked a hand into my hair and pulled me forward. “Open up.”

I did as I was told, and he slipped the thumb of his left hand into my mouth while slicking his palm quickly up and down his dick. My hole spasmed, contracting and releasing, still anticipating his fullness.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Maxim stared into my eyes, and in that moment I felt like the most beautiful man alive. “Kneeling for me, waiting to swallow my cum. So obedient.”

I sucked on his finger and moaned, my chest swelling when his cock twitched.

“Don’t ever stop moaning for me,” he murmured. “Don’t ever stop screaming for me, because I like it, Wren. I fucking love it when you come apart on my cock.”

I released his finger as he fed me his thick length, his head rolling back.

I let my tongue slide over him, tasting the saltiness of hisprecum mixed with the sweetness of me on his skin. His groans grew louder, messier, punctuated by little curses that had me clenching my ass around nothing.

His grip tightened in my hair as he jerked up into me once—twice more—then pulsed against my tongue. A guttural sound ripped from his throat as hot spurts of warmth hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around him while Maxim let out a final low groan.

He took a few panting breaths, then pulled me off him gently. I sat back, catching my breath as Maxim straightened in his chair, tucking himself back into his pants. With too much ease, he picked me up and settled me onto his lap.

“Kiss me.”

For some reason, sitting on his lap, his cum still on my tongue, I hesitated, shyness sweeping over me. I knew my eyes were still red from crying earlier. I had to look like a hot mess. But Maxim waited. Patiently. So I curled my arms around his neck and surrendered to his soft lips. To him.

A hum of satisfaction rumbled deep in his chest.

“Perfect,” he murmured against my lips. He drew back to study me, brought his hands up to cradle my face, then brushed away sweat and lingering tears from my heated cheeks.

“You’re perfect.” He leaned in and pressed a series of gentle kisses along my forehead and down the side of my face. “If it’s wrong to want to protect you and keep you safe, I’ll have to make up for it some other way. I can’t compromise on your safety, Wren. Please give me that peace of mind, or I’ll be the annoying boyfriend who insists on being with you every second of the day.”

How did I tell him that wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded? We already spent the day at work together, then went back to his house together. Our social life included sex, movies Iinsisted he had to watch, then more sex in the middle of those movies.

I pressed my face to his neck. How could I be mad at him for wanting to protect me?

“Okay, but at least find a smart bodyguard who won’t let me know he’s following me around. And try not to make deals with bad men who carry guns.”

“Deal, but no more walking around on your own. You always take Nik with you.”

“What if?—”

“It’s nonnegotiable.”

“But if?—”

“Not up for discussion, Wren.”

I sagged against him. “Fine.”

He squeezed my bare ass, fingers inching across and rubbing against my swollen entrance. I sucked in a deep breath and mewled.

“Wren—”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not nobody,” he whispered. his lips against my shoulder. “You never were.”

This isn’t over. Not even close.

Maxim’s darker. Wren’s in deeper. And the line between obsession and devotion? Already gone.

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