But right now, I didn't have to admit anything at all. My body was doing all the talking.
When he pressed against me, I was desperate to grind myself against him. I'd never known how much I hated clothes. They were in the way, and I wanted them all gone. I needed there to be nothing between us. Even the air was too much. But my fingers had turned stupid, and I was tugging at his shirt buttons hard enough that one of them pinged off.
Maxim let out an animal roar, and he pulled the rest of the shirt off himself, buttons pinging everywhere as he yanked his hands free of the sleeves. Large, rough palms were everywhere on my skin, pushing my top up over my head. Then he was kissing and biting at my chest, cupping my breasts in his hands as I clung to him.
The scarring on his side was unmistakable. There were mottled patches all along his chest where the tissue was gnarled and marbled and my fingers found their way to every pitted groove of him.
"Maxim make me yours."
He tugged at the top of my sports bra and I heard it tear and buzz as he ripped it clean in two in the struggle to get it off me, leaving me suddenly topless. I didn't care. He'd seen me already, and I loved the way he cupped my breasts, touching them like he couldn't get enough. Couldn't believe he was getting the chance.
I shared the feeling. I was already trying to work the button of his fly undone, but the strain of his enormous erection pressing against the denim was almost too much for me to fight against.
He had to be in agony. And it was driving me crazy not to have him up against me skin to skin.
When I finally managed to undo his fly, he groaned and the metal zip that had been pressing itself into him worked its way open without me even having to touch it.
His cock sprang at me, pushing its way out, straining the black cotton of his boxers. I couldn't believe the size of him, the solid, heaviness that bowed under its own weight as his jeans slumped to the floor. He toed his shoes off, kicking out of them and letting his boxers slip down over his hips.
Fully naked, he was more impressive than anything I could have imagined. He put the statues of Greek gods in the British Museum to shame.
My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his cock, bobbing flat against his taut stomach, straining red and angry at the head. I had no idea how he was going to fit inside me, but I was already reaching to stretch my hand around him at the thought.
He grunted low and grabbed my wrist like my touch was too much to bear.
And then he was pulling me hard against him by the belt loops and he cupped his palm over the hot mound of my sex, making me shift my hips against the friction. I could feel how wet I was, drenching my knickers. His large hands pulled my fly open helping me shed my pants like he was a kid ripping off the wrapping paper on Christmas morning.
He stroked me again through the thin cotton of my knickers, trailing his blunt nail over the seam in the crotch. Sparks rolled through me, lazy and slow and I couldn't catch my breath. I didn't care that I was writhing up against the wall, that he had me at his mercy. It was exactly where I wanted to be.
Both hands took hold of the top of my knickers, and he dropped to his knees between my thighs, leaning in to tear at the elastic with his teeth. Pulling hard, the thin cotton ripped with the sheer force, and the buzz went right through me as he turned my underwear to rags.
His hands went to my hips, holding me firm against the wall and all I could do was fist my hands in his hair without the slightest hope of holding him back as he brought his mouth down over me and his tongue rolled over the hood of my clit, swiping slow and licking down long. Breathless, I shuddered all over.
There was nothing I could do but stand there and take it, feeling the top of my thighs grow slick and slippery every time I arched my back, pushing in more firmly against his face on a long, low groan that I didn't care who heard.
His name was the first thing on my lips, and I could barely process how to do anything other than swear at him. My arms were weak and I didn't know how long I'd be able to stay standing.
"Oh God, Maxim I want you. Please."
He must have been half lizard, because his tongue was everywhere at once, sliding into me, hot and thrilling, delving deep as his nose rubbed relentless and hard up against the engorged bud of my clit. I thrashed, almost wanting to push him off, because I hadn't known it could be so good. Hadn't known what it really felt like to lose control, and he wasn't going to take anything less that drawing utter delirium from me.
Holding me steady, drinking me in, his mouth was merciless when it came to drawing out my pleasure and making me shout out his name. My hands curled into his hair only spurred him on until I was thrusting my hips in against him, frustrated by how tight he had me against the wall and the bruising hold on my hips. I was all but blind and senseless, because the only thing I needed was him, and he was the only one in the world who could make my body come apart. The only one I wanted.
I came harder than I'd ever dreamed I could. Everything went dark and my eyes rolled back as my body wracked with a shuddering, shaking bliss, but even as it rolled over me, I knew I wasn't done. I came up panting, gasping for air, still needing more.
"Ohmygod, oh Jesus, Maxim please. I want you."
He must have felt it too, because he scooped me up in his arms and I wrapped my thighs around him.
Through the dark corridor, all I could do was kiss and bite at his neck like the feral thing it felt like I'd become. It didn't matter when I was with him. He was just as dark as I was, even darker, and I knew there was nothing about me that would ever make him turn away.
He threw me down on top of the large bed, and my eyes locked onto his weeping cock as he stalked across the sheets after me. It was way too late to change my mind, and I didn't want to. But holy hell, there was no way he wasn't going to spilt me in half.
Maxim
Elizabeth rolled onto fours in front of me on the mattress, turning around to face me, and I made a grab for her, turning her hips back towards me with a solid hand on the flat of her stomach, just above the perfect neat mound of her pubic hair.
Her hips curled up to try to meet my touch, and I pulled her back hard against me.
"Now now. Have a little patience, darling. I've been waiting for you for weeks."
Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at me, and her smile curled up, blissfully satisfied. She must have known by now she was the only woman for me.
"Weeks?"
"I haven't let myself come since I knew you were going to be mine. I wanted to be inside you when I finally let go so you could see what you've been doing to me all this time."
"You didn't even come when I took my clothes off for you in the window. I wanted you to want me so badly that night."
"Elizabeth, I did."
She let out a low purr. "Does it hurt?" She whispered, reaching out to skim her fingers over the enraged head of my cock, and trailing down to my balls that were so full they felt bruised. I flinched back from her teasing touch.
Every time I'd thought of her, they'd primed for release. I'd had wet dreams because of her, like a horny teenager, because I'd reached my breaking point one too many times. But I hadn't touched myself. That was a promise I'd made and stuck to.
"Sweetheart, it's agony."
Heavy lids nearly closed over her eyes, pupils blown dark with lust and she buried her teeth in her plump lower lip. It was an image I was never going to get out of my head. Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper I had to strain to hear. "I think you've waited long enough to take me. I don't want you to be good anymore Maxim. Please, I couldn't stand it."
"Then for you I'll only be bad."
I grabbed her arse with both hands, lining her up with my body and I let out a juddering groan as my cock pressed in against the back of her thighs.
I spread her legs wide with a hand between her thighs and she whimpered, rocking back against me.
Nothing in the world felt so right as sighting the swollen head of my cock against her welcoming pu
ssy. She was already dripping wet, clenching and releasing with every heavy breath she drew in, more than ready for me, less than patient.
But there was a nervousness there too, in the way she tensed and her breathing went tight and controlled as I lined myself fully up against her, starting to press in. She was tight - almost too tight for me to get in at all. Twin instincts warred inside me. The animal side wanted to take her rough and fast, but I knew she deserved more than that. A gentle touch because this was making love, not just fucking.
She looked back over her shoulder, eyes questioning why I'd halted.
"Maxim, please. I don't care if it hurts."
I groaned. Right then I knew for certain. "You're a virgin."
Her cheeks flooded pink with heat, and her jaw clenched as though I'd insulted her, eyes darkening with that fierceness I loved about her. "So what if I am?"
I couldn't keep the grin off my face. My cock was twitching, leaking pre-cum in a sudden flood of excitement.
No one else had touched her. I was going to be the only one and after this, I was never going to let her go. I'd be the only man she ever wanted. That, I was going to make sure of.
I slid my hand down her flat stomach, letting my fingers part her thatch of pubic hair to find the bump of her clit again, and pulled her hips back onto me as I rocked harder in, holding the base of my cock tight.
Her shoulders strained, head facing front again and she let out a startled gasp, mouth open, panting hard as I finally started to breach her. I leaned forward, my chest against her back so I could speak low against her ear.
"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
Her breath huffed out of her on the edge of a laugh, and God, I loved the sound of her so happy. I could feel the rumble of it right through me and her pulse came through startlingly clear where her smooth, tight walls gripped onto my steely cock so tightly.
"You're the only one I've ever wanted like this." she said.
That was too much. A growl ripped out of my throat as I thrust, hilt deep inside her, forcing through her hymen, and her back arched on a stunted shout. Then she was pushing back against me to impale herself more firmly, arms trembling even as she did.
"Steady, easy. We'll get there, darling."
"Jesus, Maxim. Please."
I didn't think I could fall more deeply for her, but every time she proved me wrong. How could I deny her when she was writhing on my cock, begging for more?
She didn't want good. I'd promised her bad.
With a low, frantic grunt, I pulled out long and slow and snapped my hips in hard, conjuring another shouted-gasp as I buried myself inside her hilt-deep, hardly giving her time to acclimatise. I knew I hit her G-spot when she let out an entirely different kind of groan, all full of heat and need and want and her hands fisted in the sheets.
I wanted her like this overwhelmed and gasping on all fours with me behind her, showing her just how animalistic we could be together.
She moaned as I drew out again, shifting her hips back like she needed to keep me inside her, and the urge to drive her down against the mattress and pin her there so she had to take it, grew.
I cupped her breasts one handed as I picked up the pace, fingers pinching her hardened nipples, and she rewarded me with another breathy moan. Under my touch she came alive, and I was going to make sure she felt like that for days.
My other hand was occupied driving my thumb over and over the little button of her sex and the hardened little hood, and she bucked against my hand, whimpering and moaning.
Elizabeth
Every time he pushed in slow, every nerve ending cried out for more, every time he drew out all I wanted was him back inside me. Each millimeter slid into me, forcing me wide open with the girth of his cock brought pleasure I'd never known before.
The initial pain had been worse than I'd thought it would be, but it became a distant, clouded memory once he started thrusting hard enough for me to feel him bottom out. I saw sparks. All the colours in the room brightened and everything went dark when he punched against that point inside me and every ounce of strength left in me vanished in an instant.
I couldn't do anything other than beg.
"Maxim - oh, God, more. Please."
My whole body needed him in a way I hadn't thought possible, but instinct had my hips shifting back, rocking onto him all over again any time he tried to draw out. I couldn't have it. He needed to be deep inside me. Every shift he made had me struggling for breath, gasping and moaning, and God, why had nobody said it would be like this?
He let out another growl when I followed his hips back again and his hand closed bruisingly around my hip. All of a sudden, his full weight was on me and I let him press me down against the bed.
His hand left my breasts, nipples achingly hard and missing the attention, and he pulled me down, hands pinning me firmly.
I glanced back, watching the way the muscles of his chest bunched and tightened, holding himself up as he drove in slow, forcing my legs to spread wider.
"Oh God, I can feel every inch of you."
Maxim growled. "It's all yours, babe."
Each thrust bottomed out inside me, punching hard against my flesh, making me see stars. Everything went hazy and vague and it was a struggle to remember anything at all other than what his gorgeous cock was doing to me with every hard, fast thrust.
I could hear myself making animal sounds and every one made Maxim thrust in harder until he was huffing like a bull. His chest was sweaty against my back and I couldn't tell whether it was coming from him or me. I didn't care.
"I'm going to-"
Maxim shifted urgently, his fingers dancing with a lack of coordination over my clit, hard enough to make me arch against him and hiss and swear. And then I felt him shudder, and the sudden, hard release of his balls flooding me with all his held back sperm drove me over the edge. I came even harder than I ever had before, gasping and shaking and clenching around him tightly, milking him of everything he had for me.
CHAPTER 19
Maxim
I woke up the way I always do, around three in the morning. I rolled over to glance at the alarm clock, and propped my head on my arm to watch Elizabeth, curled there next to me in the dark. Seeing her chest rise and fall slowly calmed some of the antsiness inside me.
I hadn't slept through the night in years. Here especially, I was always on alert. The slightest sound brought me out of sleep in an instant. I couldn't have said whether it was a hangup from my childhood in Russia, my time on deployment, or just a keen awareness of the debts I had stacked against me, and all the people out across the world who would have cause to settle them with my life if they found out who'd been carrying out Timoshenko's orders for years.
I should have regretted bringing Elizabeth into this, but selfishly, I didn't. She belonged with me more than I could say.
It was the quiet of the place that got me, I knew that well enough. It was why I liked my cramped apartment by the rail tracks. The noise there only dulled completely for a few hours during the night. Trains shunted this way and that, moved to and from the sidings and the chug and hiss of engines pushing carriages and the spark and clattered clack of the wheels on the tracks moving slowly was as soothing to me as rainforest noises and birdsong. It meant I didn't flinch at every creak of the water pipes thinking it was a footstep on the landing, or someone scrabbling with the lock.
With Elizabeth here, I was on hyper alert. She already had far too many bruises on her perfect body and I wasn't going to let anyone lay a hand on her ever again.
Just because Sutherland was out of the picture, it didn't mean we were free. Until the book was cancelled, it would be assumed that there were other people who had the same information, other people who could tie the same names to the Russian President and call his dealings into question.
If I'd been working clean up, Elizabeth would have been at the top of the list.
Careful not to disturb her, I pushed the covers back
, rolling out of bed slowly enough that the shift of my weight on the mattress didn't wake her.
I had never felt what I felt for her. It made me think of all those times I'd looked at my fellow Russians pairing off with bemusement, wondering what it was they saw that made them change their minds about bringing family into this messy world we'd gotten ourselves into. I understood completely when I looked at Elizabeth lying there on the sheets.
She was absolutely meant to be mine, just like I was meant to be hers, and there wasn't anything that could have kept me from having her by my side. Who knew that biology worked that way? I'd found my mate and I damn well knew it.
Sure, it was chemistry, no doubt about it. But there was something deeper than the sparks. And I knew it was love right when it punched me in the gut and slapped me around the face the first time I laid eyes on her. The first time I saw her smile. It couldn't have been anything else.
So I guess I'd bought into the cliche. True love. Fairy tale or not, this had to be it. Either that, or I'd finally gone mad.
I padded my way into the living room, working the tension out of my shoulders that had grouped there over the course of the day and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I picked up my laptop, and took it over to the desk by the window. Before I slumped down in the desk chair, I flipped the bolt and cracked it open to let in a small breeze and the dull sound of the odd car going past, taxis and buses ferrying people back in the orange glow of the city's street lights.
I sifted through emails, pinging off a few lines of enquiry I needed Valentin to looked into and then gritted my teeth, and Googled Sutherland. I already knew he'd made the front page.
Journalist about to reveal the names behind London's most expensive real estate goes missing weeks before his book is set to be released.
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