Rule Breaker

by Sienna Snow

  He released a disheartened laugh. “The joke’s on me. No matter what roadblocks you place in front of me, I can’t get enough of you. Sometimes I wonder why I’m putting myself through this.”

  His hands shook as he attempted to regain his composure.

  My stomach knotted and a heaviness settled on my chest. By trying to protect myself, I hurt him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I had to make this right.

  “Max, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “Have you not realized that you’re a Dominant’s Garden of Eden? You captivated Ian from the first moment he met you. It was the same for me in South Africa. You were mine the moment our eyes locked. The thought of another man replacing me is unbearable.”

  He’s going to leave me again.

  Carmen and Milla were right—my stupid vow to protect myself caused more harm than I could imagine. Slowly, I knelt with my arms pulled behind me. “Please forgive me.”

  Max peered over his shoulder and sighed. “You’re my world, baby. I’ll do anything for you.” He moved closer, crouching in front of me. “I’m trying to follow the rules you set, but this denying we exist is pushing me to my limits. I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

  I kept my gaze to the ground and held back my tears. He was right. I was pushing him too far. If this ended right now, I’d understand, even though I wasn’t ready.

  I held back a hiccup. “Are we over?”

  “No! Dammit. That isn’t what I want,” he shouted. “You’re fucking infuriating.”

  I flinched but kept my head down.

  Max began pacing in front of me. “I can only hope one day you’ll figure it out.” He sounded resigned.

  Figure what out?

  I glanced up and caught his gaze.

  “Stand up.”

  My core clenched at his command. The sudden change in mood sent a flash of adrenaline through my body. On shaky feet, I rose without breaking eye contact.

  “Spread your legs.” He placed one foot between mine and tipped my chin up, studying me with cool, distant appraisal.

  I bit my lip, uncertain of what to expect.

  “Keep those feet apart.”

  He held my gaze as his hand trailed down my stomach and tore my thong from my body. I gasped but kept still. He traced the seam of my swollen lips and over my engorged clitoris and then slowly circled the entrance of my pussy.

  “God, you’re soaked. I can’t wait to plunge into you.”

  I studied the straining cock hidden by his khakis. Max followed the direction of my attention and shook his head. “Not yet. How about this?” His fingers thrust in. “Will this do?”

  “Sir!” I screamed, losing my balance.

  He caged my limp form with his arm, grinding my pussy against him. The wind increased and I tipped my head back, the sensations of raw need coursing deep in my belly. He hammered at a relentless pace, almost violently, just the way I loved it.

  Oh yes, right there.

  I went from thinking we were over to a panting mess. Sweat trailed down my body, and my skin burned with unfulfilled demand.

  My pussy quivered and contracted. “P-please…harder. I’m almost over,” I begged

  All of a sudden, he moved away. I cried out in protest, but he ignored me. Licking his fingers, he walked over to the deck chair, picked it up, and placed it between my spread legs. My center throbbed and screamed for relief. He was torturing me.

  He relaxed in the seat and centered it between my exposed thighs.

  “Now, I plan to enjoy my dessert before dinner. When I’m done, you will have no doubt to whom this body belongs. Do you understand?”

  His mouth lifted toward me.

  “Yes, Sir.” I arched as my bound hands hauled me back against the freezing cold metal. My heart raced faster and faster as sensations tingled all over my body.

  My eyes closed as his tongue licked the lines of my sensitive folds. He lifted me, nudged my knees apart, and placed them over his shoulders, exposing me completely to his view.

  Wetness covered my aching flesh. He blew on my pulsing nub and drew it into his mouth, sucking and flicking.

  My nails dug into the railing as my orgasm rose once again. My core quickened and my clit throbbed.

  “Are you about to come?” Max murmured as he continued to lave my center.

  “Y-y-yesss, Sir.”

  “Good.” He stopped once again.

  “No, please don’t do this.” My legs trembled. All I wanted was to curl up and cry.

  He swung my thighs off his shoulders, positioned my ass on his knees, and sat back in the chair. He wiped my essence from his mouth with his shirt and watched me with hooded eyes, his rapid breath the only sign of how affected he actually was.

  “I hate you!” I spat.

  “No, you don’t. You love me. And one day I’ll get you to admit it.”

  My heart hitched. A tear ran down my face. “Release me, Sir.”

  “No. Not until you admit a few things and we’re both satisfied.”

  If he wanted to satisfy me, he should have let me come.

  He reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and grasped his raging cock. My vision blurred for a moment, and saliva filled my mouth. He eyed me as he stroked his length from the root to the tip.

  I squirmed as my pussy leaked onto his cotton covered knees.

  “See something you want?”

  “Maybe, Sir.” I licked my lips and swallowed.

  “The way you’re soaking my pants, I’d say it’s more than a maybe.” He squeezed his shaft again and moved his hand up and down. “Do you want this inside you? Pounding you until you pass out?”

  I whimpered.

  Max shifted and angled me toward his cock. He rimmed my opening with his fat, pulsing head.

  Oh God, finally.

  “Who do you belong to, Arya?”

  I could deny it no longer. “Yoouuu,” I moaned. I’d belonged to him, from the very beginning.

  He pushed in another fraction, but held me suspended over him. “Who owns this body?”

  “You do.”

  He slid in another inch and then stopped, inhaling deep in an attempt to steady his breath. I tried positioning my knees, but his arms wouldn’t let me budge, especially with my own still clasped to the railing behind me.

  He must have read my mind, because he reached behind me and unlocked my wrists. I immediately put them against the back of his chair, leaned in, and slipped farther down.

  Max growled and tightened his hold on my hips. Sweat trailed down the side of his face.

  It hit me that this was punishing himself as much as me. Why did I gain a small sense of satisfaction at his discomfort?

  “Are you ever going to put yourself in danger like that again?”

  “No, I promise.” I’d learned my lesson. Winning a stupid race wasn’t worth risking anyone’s life.

  “Good.” He slammed me down all the way to the hilt.

  We both shouted out in pleasure. I instinctively rode him, hard and fast, my orgasm looming over the horizon.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes!” I shouted. I plowed down onto his giant cock.

  As I lifted, Max held me suspended once more.

  “No, don’t stop it.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “Please let me come.”

  He released my hips and let me continue my ride. I tipped my head back as I reveled in the invading, punishing pace. I was spiraling on the verge of an intense, all-consuming orgasm.

  “If someone asks if you’re seeing anyone, what will you say?”

  “I’ll say yes, I belong to someone.”

  “Who?”

  “You, Sir.”

  “What’s my name?” he demanded.

  “Maxwell Dane. I belong to Max.”

  His thumb moved over my inflamed clit. “Who does Max belong to?”

  “Me. Arya!” I yelled so loud I knew everyone upstairs heard me.
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br />   “Come with me, my love.” We both shattered together.

  I lay across him as our erratic breathing normalized. My face nuzzled his sweat-slicked neck. His cock still pulsed inside me and my tender, pounded flesh continued to quiver.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  He threaded his fingers into my hair. “I know. I wish you’d let me in. Why are you determined to keep me at arm’s length? What are you hiding?”

  I need you, and you are going to break my heart again.

  He sighed. “Do you think if you pretend what we have doesn’t exist, that it will disappear?”

  I scowled. He smacked my ass and lifted me off him. As he slid out of me, I was left feeling empty. He tucked himself back into his khakis and rose. I shrugged my robe over my shoulders and tied my belt.

  “Come,” he held out his hand. “You have guests waiting for you and I need a shower.”

  I placed my palm in his. As he led me inside, his phone beeped and he pulled it out of his pocket.

  How did I not feel that when we were making love?

  He read his message and glared at me. “I’m going to ask you this once and it better be the truth.”

  I stepped back and tightened my robe around me. What the hell did the message say?

  “What happened at your labs?”

  Oh shit. If Lex told him, he was so dead.

  “Don’t look surprised. You’re mine and I will know if you’re in danger.”

  “Who told you?”

  “Does it matter?”

  I hated it when he answered my question with a question. I grimaced at my hands as I twisted them together.

  “Did it cross your mind to tell me that three of your labs were destroyed and that your life was threatened?”

  “I’m handling it. It’s probably nothing.” Max was blowing this out of proportion.

  He isn’t, Arya. You’re scared and just don’t want him to know.

  “Handling it!” He clenched my shoulders. “There are over a dozen pictures with death threats written over your face. Not Milla or Lex, you.”

  “Are you having me investigated? Dammit, Max. I’ve taken care of myself for five years and dealt with more than you can imagine. This is minor in comparison.”

  “What secrets are you holding that are worth your life?” His eyes blazed with hurt and concern. “Am I not important enough to tell?”

  The fight left my body. “I knew you’d worry, and Lex had already implemented precautions.” I leaned my head against his. “I didn’t have it in me to deal with two overprotective males.”

  “Too bad. I’ll talk to Lex about what he’s done to increase security around both you and Milla. I know you think James is the Terminator incarnate, but he can’t be with you at all times. Your aunt needs guarding, as well.”

  I pushed out of Max’s grip. “You’re pissing me off now. I said I’m handling it. I’m not stupid.” I paced back and forth. “I told you before and I’m reminding you again: I won’t let you take over my life.”

  “If that’s how you want it, fine. Come here.”

  I stopped pacing at his change in tone. In a flash, my body reacted to his Dom voice and quivered.

  “I said come here, Arya.”

  My heart sped up. On shaky feet, I approached him and waited, keeping my gaze lowered.

  “Look at me.”

  I stared into smoldering green irises.

  “Take off your robe.”

  I untied the silk and let it fall to the ground. I wore nothing but my camisole, with my pussy exposed and my legs in gartered stockings.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the back of the sofa.” He trailed his hand over the back of my spine and I shuddered. “I’m going to fuck you and you won’t come until I give you permission.”

  I whimpered and took the position. A zipper echoed against the roar of the ocean.

  “I’m going to take you hard and fast. I won’t need to prepare you since you’re still wet from my cum. Now bend over.”

  I swallowed and mentally prepared for the onslaught.

  The crest of his cock skimmed down the folds of my ass, glided toward my puckered hole, and then slid lower to my newly awakened pussy. He slammed in and I jostled forward onto the couch.

  “Uhh.” My nails dug into the fabric as I lost leverage.

  His palm gripped my hip and the other was buried in my hair. “Do you like my cock? Do like how it fucks you?” He pummeled me, his breath ragged and labored. “Do you like that my cock is the only one that can satisfy you? Is this what you need from me?”

  “Yesss…Sir.”

  “Does fucking without emotion satisfy your desires?”

  “What?” I glanced over my shoulder confused, but he forced my head back.

  His pace increased, and tears rimmed my eyes. He held my hair in an agonizing grip as he pounded me. My mind clouded, pleasure and pain taking over.

  “Come now,” he commanded and I followed.

  Bliss surged through my body, rocking me completely forward onto the couch.

  “Max!” I screamed and he tugged my head back, kissing me.

  He continued fucking me until he called out his own release and collapsed on my back. My breath hadn’t steadied when, without warning, he withdrew from me and dressed. Not saying a word, he strode to the cabin doors.

  Huh? What happened? This wasn’t like him.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m leaving.”

  “But why?”

  “This is what you requested. A Dom to use you and your body, give you pleasure, then leave. Well, now you have it.”

  My lips trembled and shame filled me. I’d cheapened what we shared into something cold and meaningless.

  “Be careful what you wish for, Arya. You might get it.” He slammed the door as he left.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  I entered the lounge on the deck and everyone stopped talking. Milla and Carmen lingered by the bar and grinned. Lex and Ian sat near the dining area playing cards.

  “Why are you guys staring at me?”

  “No reason,” Lex called. “Hope you had a nice rest.”

  I narrowed my eyes as Ian winked and grinned. I shrugged my shoulders and moved toward the bar.

  “You’re late for dinner. We’ve been waiting on you.” Carmen approached me with a drink. “Also, you were very vociferous in dealing with a personal matter of yours.”

  My cheeks heated. I’d shouted at the top of my lungs that I belonged to Max. I bit my lip and glanced at Lex and Ian, who’d resumed their game.

  “Why the hell did I buy a ship with the fucking lounge near the owner’s suite?” I muttered.

  “Speaking of fucking.” Carmen cocked her head at welts on my wrists and raised an eyebrow. “Handcuffs?”

  I instinctively rubbed them and shrugged. Now, I was confident everyone in the lounge heard everything we’d said. “It was rude of you to listen.” I mumbled.

  “We could hear your orgasm on the other end of the yacht.”

  I frowned and glared at her.

  Laughing, Carmen sipped her drink. “I hope all the rough monkey sex you and my grumpy-ass brother had has put him in a better mood. I don’t think I can deal with any more meetings where he spends most of the time chewing our heads off.”

  At that moment, Max entered the room. He regarded me with both aggravation and ambivalence. He shook his head as he glanced at my wrist then dismissed me and turned to Ian, who approached him. They shook hands and strolled out to the balcony.

  “I guess that answers my question. I’m not sure if things are worse or better with you two.”

  “Definitely worse. Every time I think we’re taking one step forward, I do something that sends us back ten.” I covered my eyes with my hands.

  “You and me both. Here, drink this.”

  I grabbed the cocktail and swallowed it down in a few gulps. The sharp vermouth burned down my throat and heated my belly. “Thanks, I needed that
.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Mil is right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this no-strings thing.”

  “I heard my name. What am I missing?” Milla approached us and looped her arms between Carmen’s and mine.

  “Only that the all-knowing sage Milla of the island of Castra’s predictions are coming true. Among them being: Arya sucks at affairs, makes stupid choices in them, and by trying to protect herself she hurts the man she’s with.”

  Milla sighed. “Well, ladies, the three of us are a match made in fucked-up-relationship hell.”

  “That’s the understatement of the year,” I mumbled. “Girls, I’m sorry about before. I’ll think about what you said, okay?”

  “We’re here for you, even when you don’t want to listen.” Milla leaned her head against mine. “I’ve waited for this reunion. I’m glad the musketeers are back in action.”

  “Me too,” Carmen and I said in unison and giggled.

  “Ms. Rey, dinner is served,” my chef announced from the archway of the dining room.

  I gestured for him to inform the men outside, and the girls and I took our seats at the table. Somehow, a seat on each side of me was empty, and my culprit best friends gloated at their treachery. They were going to seize Lex, and I’d have no choice but to deal with two irritated Doms.

  “I’ll get both of you back one day.”

  “You have me shaking, Rey,” Milla mocked.

  “Castra and Dane, just watch out. Your days are numbered.” I pointed an imaginary gun in their direction and pulled the trigger.

  Both women raised their hands in surrender and laughed. I couldn’t help but follow suit. Even in graduate school, they knew how to transition a tense situation into something lighthearted.

  “Did I hear you threaten your partner and my sister?” Max strolled in and took the seat to my right.

  Oh, now he’s talking to me. The tension I’d released reappeared tenfold.

  “Yes. They deserved it.”

  Ian took the seat on my other side as Lex sat across from me, between the girls, and gave me a sorry I didn’t get here fast enough shrug.

  Max lightly traced the lines around my wrist and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me they were hurting you?”

  “Would it have mattered?”