Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
That hurts.
My lungs can fill again when Maksim steps back, shockingly giving up.
I realize the error of my ways when he growls, “Hard way it is.” Five seconds later, he pulls me away from the door with a tug on my wrist, bobs down, and then tosses me over his shoulder.
Zoya and Aleena freeze when he throws open my door like I’m not whacking into his back like a psycho, but they do nothing to help me get free of his hold.
They just watch as he kicks the chair I stuffed under the door and walks me down the corridor separating the penthouse suites before they’re stolen from my view by Maksim walking me into his room, acting oblivious to how many times I kick and punch him.
“Let me go, Maksim,” I shout. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll scream so loud everyone will know you’re holding me against my will.”
“And then what will they do, Doc? Try to take you away from me? Try to save you from me?” His voice is as hostile as mine, his anger just as apparent. “They’d never be so stupid.”
Even him walking us toward a bed with sheets pulled tight enough that you could bounce a nickel on them doesn’t calm my anger. This isn’t about jealousy anymore. This is about how quickly your life can change and how rarely it is a good mix-up.
For now, Maksim’s influence is good, but what happens when he decides I’m no longer enough, and I’m once again left to fend for myself?
These fears are why I haven’t extended my inner circle once in the past eight years.
Zoya is my one and only friend by choice.
“I can do this all night, Doc,” Maksim warns a second before placing me on the bed and caging me with his arms. “All. Fucking. Night.” He waits for me to accept the promise in his eyes before asking, “So are we going to do this with words or actions?”
“Fuck you.”
His smirk makes me hate myself more than I already do. “We will get to that… eventually. But first, we need to work out what the hell has your panties in such a twist you can’t abide by my sole term in our agreement. My bed, Doc. My bed every night—”
“Even after it’s been heated by someone else?”
When my jealousy shocks him, I slip under his arm and race for the door.
He once again beats me to it, but this time, he crowds me against it until I have no misgivings of what he meant when he said he could use actions instead of words.
He’s hard and bulging, and the thickness that hasn’t left my head for a single second tonight, even while dancing amongst a group of sweaty bodies, sends my head into a tailspin.
“Don’t,” I plea when he grinds against me, simmering my anger by replacing it with lust.
He ignores my demand. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How fucking crazy?” He rocks his hips forward another four times, firmer and deeper each time. “I fucked my hand for two weeks straight because no one could hold my interest long enough for me to even look at them.” He drops one of the hands he’s using to keep my arms pinned above my head to my waist before he tugs me back so the swell of my ass nestles his cock. “Why would I give this up so soon after discovering you were worth every single second I tormented myself by denying myself of you?” He answers on my behalf. “I wouldn’t. I won’t.” His following four words are the ones I need to hear the most. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“But—”
“No fucking buts.” The hand he flattened against my stomach slips beneath my panties. “I don’t want anything but this.” He strums my clit like a musician would a guitar, making me even more desperate than a fool with abandonment issues. “No one but you.”
When he licks my shoulder, I moan, my defenses weakening. It isn’t solely his pledge slackening my worry. It’s also the cool breeze floating in from outside.
It discloses that he scaled a balcony ninety floors high to get to me.
Ninety. Floors!
His eagerness to reach me has me wondering if maybe there’s more to this than just lust. Perhaps he was brought into my life for a reason.
I arch back from the door, giving him more access to the areas of my body dying for his attention. Maksim accepts my wordless offer with a breathy groan before the hand between my legs becomes more teasing than tormenting. He places pressure on my clit with his thumb before sliding two fingers between the lines of my pussy.
“Already so wet for me,” he groans against my sticky neck before he slips two fingers inside me, making me moan. “But I think we can do better.”