Page 82 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped against my cheek. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, Maxim,” I whimpered in need as I wrapped my legs over his hips. His body was perfect, his muscled ass hard against my calves. “Please, fuck me.”

Thrust.

He pounded hard into me, thrusting hard in and out.

Thrust. Thrust.

Nothing felt better than this. I relished in the fullness of him inside me. Nothing had ever felt so good. He slammed hard against me, his balls slapped against my butt, the sounds of flesh against flesh and our grunting echoing throughout the bedroom. I was so close, reaching for the peak only he could give me.

“Mine. You are mine.” I loved his claim on me. I was indeed his.

“Yes. Maxim, please!”

I gave into him, his thrusting relentless. I could feel him deep inside me, filling me. “Come for me, love.”

A simple command and my body exploded. Pleasure burst through my body, my pulsing pussy clenched around his cock and my mind cleared of all thoughts except this pinnacle. I gave Maxim my all, every fiber.

“Fuck, Layla.” He thrust one last time and followed me right over the edge, his groans in my ear, as I contracted around his cock.

This was the feeling I have been searching for all my life. It felt so amazing because I loved him. I would never reach these heights, this amazing pinnacle with anyone else.

Only him.

* * *

Maxim’s voicewoke me up. After last night’s revelation, I fell into a deep slumber. My body and mind were exhausted. But Maxim took good care of me. He whispered soft words of love and worship into my ears as I drifted off to sleep. I never wanted to lose that feeling, that connection we had last night.

I looked out at the amazing view from his floor-to-ceiling windows, wondering how long Maxim was awake. I didn’t realize how tired I was till I glanced at the clock and noted it was eight in the morning. Yes, we did some exuberating activities last night, but it shouldn’t have knocked me out into such a deep sleep. Pulling on one of his shirts, I went in search of him, following his voice.

“I don’t care how you do it,” he spoke calmly into the phone. “But those two are to keep their distance from Layla. I have movers ready to pack her up and bring her stuff to my place. As soon as she is awake, we’ll get that going. All the assets of the Cambridge family are frozen, and they will be arrested today.”

I found him in his office. Leaning against the door, I couldn’t help but admire his body. His abs were ripped, like he worked out. A lot. And his biceps. There was no question about his strength. Not after everything we did last night.

“They can scream all they want,” he continued. He kept his composure, but I could tell he was pissed off. “And no, they won’t be transferring shit today into Layla’s name. That’s why I want their assets frozen. They wouldn’t hesitate to shove all the blame onto her.”

My chest warmed. Shit, maybe that was the reason I fought this man from the moment we met. Because I knew how easy it would be to fall for him. He barely knew me, yet he ensured I was protected. I wouldn’t have even thought of my grandparents shoving their crap into my name so they could shift the blame.

As if Maxim sensed me, he raised his head and his piercing gaze met mine. Instantly, his lips curved into a smile and he extended his hand. It felt good having him. As I took those last few steps towards him, it hit me. He felt like the home I never had.

The moment our fingers touched, he pulled me onto his lap. His lips lowered to the back of my neck and a shiver ran down my spine. How this man made me feel was unreal. It was like my body was wired only for him.

“Morning,” he whispered against my skin.

“Morning.”

Whoever was on the other line kept talking, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to them anymore.

“Okay, handle it. None of their assets are to move though.”

He ended the call and his mouth hovered over mine. “Did you sleep well?”

“Hmmm.”

“Was I too rough last night?”

“No.” I closed the gap between us and unlike last night, the kiss was slow. “I liked it. I want more.”

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