Page 77 of The Bratva's Christmas Bump
“Don’t lie to me,” I gasp. “You need help, you need?—”
“I need you.” He cuts me off with a biting kiss that leaves my lower lip throbbing in time to my pounding heart. Then his warm hands are pulling my coat open and sliding under my shirt. He strokes over my belly and up to my breasts, grunting as he forces his fingers under my bra.
This can’t be happening.
We’re in public!
Stu is right there and yet Maxim doesn’t seem to care. His tongue snakes into my mouth and he bites down lightly on mine while his fingers tweak both my nipples firmly enough to draw a whine of surprise from my throat.
It’s hot.
The way he manhandles me is hot. The way he threw me to safety and stood between me and a crazed, armed maniac is more than hot. My core throbs as I replay that moment over and over, a safe thought now that Maxim is safely in my arms. But it’s alarming. Like we’re breaking some sort of rule and if I’m not careful, he’ll end up in worse shape.
Maxim doesn’t care.
He tweaks my nipples and gropes my breasts until I moan, he grinds his hips and his growing bulge against me until I whimper, he bites along my jawline and suckles hard on the soft juncture between my neck and shoulder, all while I rake my hands through his hair and pull hard enough to let him know how worried he made me.
Behind his head, snow drifts down from a pitch black sky and covers any bare skin in ice kisses. My forehead, my cheeks and hands, and then my belly and thighs when Maxim leans back and rips my pants down from my hips. I barely have a moment to protest before his fingers seek out my pussy and he thrusts two knuckles deep inside me.
“Maxim!”
It turns me on how much he wants me, turns me on so fast that my pussy throbs painfully with need. My thighs briefly close around his wrist as his fingers pump into me, but even those are removed swiftly once Maxim fishes his impressive, fat cock out of his pants.
He enters me with such force that I’m shoved up the hood of the car. Cold metal bites at my bare back and tangles my hair. His strong hands grip my hips and he jerks me back down, thrusting his cock deeper inside me. I barely catch my breath before Maxim’s fucking into me with such speed and power that I’m utterly at his mercy.
My arms wind around his shoulders, my legs around his hips, and I cling to him as each rapid, frantic thrust punches moans, whines, and gasps right out of me. It’s like he’s taken control and I have no power over my own noises, my own breathing, or the insatiable lust that courses through me with each powerful stroke of his cock.
There’s a constant mix of heat from his body and cold from the snow falling around us. We could get caught. People could be watching us right now, even Stu. There’s no guarantee that we’re even safe. My adrenaline spikes and an unexpected, delicious pull ofneedwarms my core.
I need more.
I need Maxim.
“Fuck,” he grunts, burying his face in my neck. His breath warms my collar and coaxes a shiver down my spine. “Fuck, your pussy’s so fucking tight. So fucking hot. What you do to me is—” He cuts off with a deep grunt and his teeth latch onto my shoulder.
I dig my nails into the back of his neck, gasping repeatedly. Snowflakes land on my tongue and that sharp, bitter cold melts in an instant and Maxim suddenly devours my mouth in a sweltering kiss.
“I want to fuck you all day,” he gasps, pounding into me with even more speed. “I wanna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. Wanna leave my cock imprinted on you so you know you’re meant only for me.Fuck—I wanna stay inside you always, you hear me?”
“Then do it,” I gasp, my voice shuddering from the force of his fucking. “Imprint in me. Make my body never forget. Do it. Do it!”
He does. He wraps me in both his arms and holds me tight, pinning me to his broad torso, and he almost pulls me up from the hood of the car. With his knees bent and his teeth claiming the other side of my neck, he fucks me rapidly with countlessshort thrusts until we come together in an explosion of heat and breathless moans.
It’s so intense my eyes roll back and everything briefly fades to nothing. The only thing I’m aware of is his cock splitting me open and the rush of heat inside me.
I blink, and suddenly, we’re in the car with Maxim closing the door. Then he crawls over me and kisses me repeatedly.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “That was…” I’m dizzy, still floating from the sheer intensity of the pleasure that rushed through me alongside the overwhelming rush of adrenaline. “I—did anyone see?”
The car rumbles to life while Maxim continues to kiss me lazily. I cup his face, and I’ve forgotten everything until I caress down his body and my fingers come away sticky with blood.
Reality hits.
The man.
The knife.
Maxim’s instinct to rescue me leading to that adrenaline-fueled fuck in the car.
