Page 22 of Bound to the Bratva
Maxim breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against my lips. "You can't deny this," he whispers hoarsely, his voice heavy with a mix of desire and triumph. "No matter how hard you try, you're drawn to me. You might hate me, but you want me. I can see it, little girl."
I'm frozen in place, torn between the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. Part of me wants to push him away, to reclaim control over my own desires. But another part craves the touch of his skin against mine, yearning for the release I'm sure he can provide.
He trails hot kisses along my jawline, his hands slipping beneath the fabric of my dress. Pleasure tingles through every nerve ending as he explores my body with a relentless hunger.
But amidst the pleasure, there's a burning need for more. "Fuck me and get it over with, Maxim." I seethe, furious with myself for giving in to him.
Maxim pulls away for a moment, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. But that surprise soon transforms into a wicked grin as he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over my ear. "Oh, Aria," he whispers huskily. "We're just getting started."
His words send a shiver down my spine, a mixture of anticipation and dread coursing through me. I know this is wrong, that I shouldn't be giving in to him like this. But the fire that ignites between us is impossible to extinguish. It's a dangerous game I'm playing, but let's face it. I'm in the fucking game.
Maxim's hands move with precision, yanking my dress up as he presses me against the brick building. His hungry gaze roams over my body, sending waves of desire pulsating through me. Luckily, we're far enough in the alley that I don't think anyone will spot us.
He steps back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. The sight of him doing it turns me on so much, further fueling the storm of conflicting emotions within me.
Before I have a chance to gather my thoughts, Maxim wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me effortlessly up into the air. My heart thunders in my chest as he places his lips on my neck, lightly kissing at first, until he bites down hard.
I almost scream out until he puts a hand over my mouth. I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the sensations, in the pleasure that threatens to consume me. But even as my body responds eagerly to his touch, there's still a part of me that resists.
I hate him...but I want this. How does that make any sense?
Maxim yanks my lace thong to the side and drives his cock inside me. I feel a mix of pain and pleasure as he fills me, my body adjusting to his size. The alley walls provide the backdrop for our forbidden encounter, and I can't help but be consumed by the sheer intensity of it all. Maxim's thrusts are hard and relentless, each one pushing me further into the depths of desire.
There's something primal about this moment, something raw and untamed. The sounds of our moans are nothing compared to the hustling and bustling of the city around us.
Maxim's grip on my waist tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he quickens his pace. Every movement sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I find myself surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through my body.
But even as I succumb to the intoxicating feeling, a part of me remains defiant. A voice in the back of my mind whispers that this shouldn't be happening, that I shouldn't be here with him like this. But in this moment, it's drowned out by the overwhelming need to lose myself.
As our pleasure builds to its peak, I cling onto him desperately, my nails digging into his back. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge and I lose all control I have. I come undone around him. He's quick to follow, filling me up, and stays nestled inside me for a few moments.
"Mmm, I could keep enjoyin' this show." A man's voice rings out from somewhere very close.
Maxim lowers me down slowly, allowing my dress to cover me quickly, and puts his cock back, buckling up his belt. I don't know Maxim well...but I know he has one hell of a temper.
What is he going to do?
Maxim's eyes darken with a mixture of anger and possessiveness as he scans the alley for the source of the voice. I try to steady my racing heart, hoping that Maxim won't do anything crazy.
"Who the fuck said that?" Maxim growls, his voice dripping with venom. He takes a step toward the direction of the voice, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
I grab his arm, my voice tight with urgency. "Maxim, come on, let's get out of here."
I don't want to be around him, but I really don't want to be in an alley with someone who I can't see. I trust Maxim more than some faceless person.
His gaze flickers between me and the alley entrance, torn between doing as I ask, and the rage bubbling beneath the surface. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he answers me.
"No,"
The faceless voice laughs and Maxim turns, running toward the laughter.
Maxim grabs the person and throws him down onto the pavement. "You want to be a peeping tom, huh?"
I watch in shock as Maxim delivers a series of furious punches to the man's face, his rage evident in every strike. The man cries out in pain, blood pooling beneath him on the cold pavement.
Fear grips me, but there's also a part of me that can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the sight before me. I like feeling protected...and I really appreciate that Maxim felt the need to punish this guy.
After minutes he finally relents, his chest heaving as he stands over the battered figure on the ground. The man coughs up blood and struggles to catch his breath. Maxim looks down at him with an icy glare, his fists clenched tightly by his sides.
