My answer must have calmed him. He lets go of my hands and allows my dress to fall down.
“Turn around. I want to see your pretty face.”
“I didn’t mean to worry you or Deidra.”
“In case you need any further clarification, Candy, I want to fuck you. No one else. I’ve been thinking of fucking you since you left the SUV earlier. It’s as if my cock needs to be inside you twenty-four seven.” His hands glide down my thighs and suddenly they are traveling higher up, underneath the fabric of my dress. His eyes lock onto mine. “Got it?”
“Yes.” I lower my eyes.
“Good. Spanking you turned me on even more and now my cock is still raging and begging for your pussy, but this isn’t what I had in mind,” he growls as he unzips my dress. The fabric pools at my feet and he wastes no time freeing my breasts from their confinement. Instead of hiding my body with my hands and shielding myself from the light, like I’d normally do, I daringly hold his gaze. “You’re beautiful. I can’t get enough of your luscious curves.” Damn, I love how he worships every part of me.
“Really?” I can’t believe he thinks I’m beautiful.
In lieu of an answer, Max lifts me in his arms, throws me over his shoulder and carries me to my bed. He drops my naked body against the mattress and walks to the desk to pick up a lighter. He circles the room and with each step, he lights a candle, brightening the space. Where the hell did these come from? Pleasantly surprised, I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he illuminates the room.
“Who placed these candles here?”
“I did. They were in my suite along with a few other things designed to seduce you, but it became clear at about midnight we were going to have our heart-to-heart right here. After securing Deidra another room, I asked the hotel staff to help me bring these down. It was all part of the master plan Bruna screwed up,” he mocks with a dangerous sparkle in his eyes. “The whole setting was far more elaborate in my suite simply because it’s much bigger than yours, but I figured this would still work.” He approaches me, stands over me and stares down at me for a few long minutes, taking every part of my body in like a religion. If he continues to look at me like that, will my skin ignite?
Without turning his gaze away, Max slowly strips out of his casual and oh-so-fuckable outfit. Damn, I’m insatiable when it comes to his chiseled physique. His intricate tattoo is so edgy and so sexy under the candlelight. It’s not like I’ve never seen him naked before, but something about this moment prompts me to close my eyes against the sight of him. He’s so gorgeous. A condom wrapper crinkles and the growing lust between my legs flames up. When the bed sinks under his weight, I open my eyes.
He lies besides me, propping his head up on one hand.
“Isn’t it too late for this?” I tease, knowing I’ll get a reaction from him. His eyes narrow as he studies my face, and his jaw slowly turns to stone.
“Do you see this erection?” he says, bringing down his attention to his cock before locking eyes with me again. Fuck, is he bigger than usual? “Since you stepped out of the SUV earlier this afternoon, I’ve already jerked off three times. If you think I’m going to go to sleep without fucking you, you’ve got another think coming.” He grins.
“Well, maybe I have a headache or something,” I lie, pulling up the covers on the right side of the bed and wrapping myself snugly.
“Bullshit.” He lifts my chin and gives me a look that sears all the way to the tip of my toes and makes my stomach quiver. “I can call the concierge to get some Advil sent right up and we can take care of your fictitious headache in no time.”
His knuckles rub gently against my nipples and my entire body shivers. His pitiless smile betrays him and I know he undoubtedly feels the taut peaks. Bastard.
“I was going to be gentle because I did rough you up this afternoon with the two little gifts I bought for you, but you’ve lost that privilege with your smart comment. Instead, I’m going to take you for my own pleasure since you’ve made me wait for you while you were partying hard. I’m going to ravish you until you can’t breathe anymore.”
My mouth drops open, but before I can speak, he rips the covers out of my grasp and he rolls me on my stomach. Max ruthlessly shoves my legs apart. What just happened? He yanks me onto my knees, putting my butt in the air. His finger assaults my pussy, swirling through my wetness despite my squirming. He lets out a satisfied grunt. “You’re impossibly wet, sweetness. Is your headache gone?” The mockery in his voice is unmistakable.
Something pushes against my pussy, and then he hammers into me with such power, I cry out as my body jerks forward. My hands fist in the white cotton sheets as I quake around his hungry dick in shock. His knees shove my legs outward, opening me even farther, and he thrusts inside of me so deeply, it’s as if the tip of his shaft brushes against my womb. I am still in awe from his assertiveness when he starts to move.
No gentle, sweet seduction. This is rough, raw and urgent. His hands are on my hips, taking all the control for himself as he drills into me so hard, tiny grunts break from me. No one has ever been this ruthless with me in bed—ever. In spite of the unyielding way he takes me, my insides heat up like a kettle, threatening to burst from the inexorable pressure. My clit swells and throbs as my need for him grows. I bury my face in the pillow, turning just enough to get air, realizing that’s all I can do. Jesus, he’s going to take me as hard as he promised. Overpowered, anchored in place and imprisoned, I can’t even push back. I can’t do anything else except but take him. Take all of him. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
The more he pounds me the more I tighten around him until shivers spiral through me. My legs begin to tremble like crazy as I hold on for dear life, unwilling to let go. Max has touched my desire so acutely it’s become despair. He’s ruined it for every other man after him. I bite my lip, trying to muffle a whimper. He picks up on my plea and responds with a short laugh. He slides a hand down my stomach until he strokes my clit with a finger against my aching nub. My hips jerk, trying to move away from him, but he leans forward, pressing his chest against my back, bracing himself over me with one arm on the headboard, the other between my legs, flicking, teasing, stroking my node with a mind-blowing cadence… Fuck, I’m unraveling.
“Mother of God,” I scream out when his heavy balls slap against my pussy, sending shock waves through me. His balls swing back and forth like a pendulum. Every rhythmic hit ignites an earthquake-like tremor inside me, each pulse increasing the smoldering tension. My hands nearly rip the sheets off the mattress as I pant, out of control. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant with my eyes closed as I pull myself closer to allow him to fuck me deeper. Max pulls back, almost all the way out, and I whimper in frustration.
“Oh, baby, you want more?” He laughs behind me before pounding inside me. “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.” His entrance into my swollen pussy brings out a cry from me. He remains deep inside me as he rubs my clit, bringing me close to the brink, then he lifts his fingers and pulls his cock out again.
“What kind of maddening game are you playing with me, Max?” I steady myself on my elbows, wiggling my ass in discontentment.
“I want to make sure you never walk out on me ever again, love.” He accentuates his words by repeating his demoniac game over and over—pounding me hard then retracting, fingers on and off my clit.
“You’re going to kill me,” I shout, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his fingers and his dick entering my impatient wetness. “Oh, shit,” I exhale. I clench him tighter inside me and the pressure is so surreal, I nearly lose my mind. How can this get any better? “Aaaah!” I fist the sheets when he traps my clit between his fingers, using a firm pinch as he drills into me like a wild beast. “Oh, oh, oh.” Arousal shoots through me, and my insides coil as I approach a powerful orgasm. God, oh my fucking God. My back stiffens and then everything stops. My body tenses and my fingers dig deep into the sheets beneath me. I try to fight it off at first because it�
��s so shatteringly amazing I fear I may never be able to enjoy sex ever again unless I’m pushed this far, but as soon I let go as the pressure of the stalled climax recedes and I sob when my orgasm shoots through me. “Argh,” I yell, my vision blurry from tears, desperately trying to catch my breath. My hips buck against his hand, but Max’s fingers only tighten, gripping me as my pussy spasms around his cock, milking all of him in unending deluge of pleasurable waves.
He slows his cadence, stops and waits, allowing me to soak in this perfect moment. His next thrust sends an explosive surge through me as my insides clench his shaft hard in a spiraling and heart-stopping climax. Another one? So soon?
Then he opens his fingers and I let out a carnal scream of desperation as a gush of blood shoots back into my clit. Max pulls out of me for a fraction of a second before he slams his cock back into me with such violence another release bursts through me. My skull is going to burst.
“Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord, oh, Lord,” I wail with the last breath I have remaining in me. I bury my head in the pillow in front of me and I bite it hard, hoping to curtail the mind-blowing sensation of my powerful climax. My legs are shaking too hard to hold my weight and I collapse on my stomach, depleted of all my energy.
Max lands right on top of me and snarls, “Tonight, there is no mercy, honey.” His unyielding hands grip my hips before yanking them up, and the pounding starts again, short and fast, his hands controlling my every movement. He angles my body exactly where he wants it, and then he picks up the pace. Max’s thrusts rattle the bed so much, I fear we’ll end up flat on the floor if he doesn’t come soon. I’m so far gone it’s only when he growls my name I realize he’s close to losing it.
“ Goddammit, Candy.” He comes with epic force as he pulls my hair back and crushes my glistening forehead with his lips. I feel his thick cock jerk inside me at the same delirious rhythm as the pounding of his heart against my back. I’ll never be able to walk again after this.
Afterward the room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Max rests his spent body on top of mine and doesn’t move for a minute. He holds me against him with a possessive arm across my stomach, keeping me pinned against his hot, sweaty body. His breathing slows down, and then he tips both of us over, keeping us spooned together. I’m still sobbing, unable to come down from this high.
“Baby, are those tears of joy or pain? There is nothing more perfect than your face when you come.”
I struggle to breathe, hoping to calm down my heart rate enough to speak. “You… You… This…”
“Too much?” he mocks as he brushes my damp hair away from my face.
“How can I ever accept vanilla sex again after today? I mean between the interlude in the SUV and this…” I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like the earth had opened beneath you and was swallowing you whole.
He kisses my lips with such tenderness, it’s a sharp contrast with the way he was ravishing me a few minutes ago. “You’re mine now, and you should know by now, I don’t do vanilla sex.”
I can’t foresee ever getting tired of hearing him say those words—I’m his.
BOOK 3—CLAIMED BY AN ALPHA
Chapter Seven
God, my head hurts. I’m never drinking again. Although Trish’s formula is perfect to prevent me from making a fool out of myself when I’ve had a few too many drinks, it does little to lessen the hangover the morning after.
I thought I was doing so well. It’s clear from the pain that’s overtaken my body I might have underestimated how much I drank last night. My head is pounding, my stomach is rolling, and my head is so heavy I can barely lift it off of the pillow. Slowly, I open one eye and blinding sunlight greets me. I extend my left arm, hoping to caress Max’s warm body, but the bed is empty. Where did he go?
I roll on my back and painstakingly lift my heavy body from the bed. When I sit up, Max is sitting bare-chested with a white towel wrapped around his waist at the desk, already busy at work. Without even turning away from his laptop, he dispenses his words of wisdom.
“Too much partying and too much pounding doesn’t do the body good the morning after. Considering the fact you’ve been moaning for the past couple of hours, I’m surprised you haven’t thrown up all over the bed.”
“All right, I might have had too much to drink last night and you pounding me like a caveman surely didn’t help.” I brush my unruly hair off my face.
“I had a sneaking suspicion you’d have a rough time this morning, so I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of liquid capsule Advils, a dozen bottles of filtered water, some plain yogurt with a side order of raw sugar and muesli to help soak up the alcohol from your stomach,” he says, swiveling in his chair to face me. “My mom always gave us yogurt sprinkled with a little sugar when we had the slightest tummyache. She’s convinced yogurt coats the stomach and heals everything. I’ve relied on her tried and tested recipe every time I’ve had too much to drink and what can I say? Mother knows best. Although yogurt is not part of the Brazilian culture or that of our Portuguese and African forefathers, my mother has adopted the superfood since the first time she tasted it in Geneva when my father took her there for their honeymoon. She might have been one of the first women in America to make it a staple on her grocery list.” He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Your mom sounds like a caring woman and quite the pioneer.”
“I’m sure she’s as caring as yours, sweetness.”
Ah. I’ll have to tell him about my parents.
“Come on. Get up, sit over there and eat a spoonful or two of food. You’ll feel much better in no time,” he says, getting up to help me out of bed. I’m too weak to protest and I hold on to him like a crutch as I wobble my way up, but when I stand to my feet, I feel the sudden urge to run to the bathroom.
“Oh, wait,” I say, bringing one hand to my mouth and the other to my stomach before running from the room.
For a second, I’m certain I’m going to puke, but miraculously once I close the door behind me, my tummy settles and the urge to throw up subsides. I’m about to turn on the faucet to splash cold water on my face when I hear him knock.
“Candy, are you okay in there? Should I get a doctor to come over?”
“No,” I yell. “I felt nauseated when you lifted me from the bed, but I’m better now. Let me wash my face with cold water and I’ll be right out.”
“Are you sure?”
I hear the concern in his voice and I remember the last words he uttered before we both passed out cold. You’re mine now.
“I’ll only be a few minutes. I promise.”
Fifteen minutes later, I open the door to the bathroom and reappear wrapped in a white terrycloth bathrobe. After taking two Advils from the stash in my toiletry case, washing my face with cold water, freshening up and combing my hair, I feel like a new woman. He gets up immediately when I set foot in the room again.
“Should I be worried?” His brow furrows slightly.
“Max, I’ll survive. I needed to bring back blood to my face. I might not drink for the next sixty days, but for now I’m okay,” I say, meeting his concerned look.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he says, closing his arms around me and locking me against his chest. “Good. Now you have to sit down and eat something.” Max lets go of me and grabs my hand to drag me to the small table near the window. As I approach, I notice the beautiful spread of foods, the adorable bouquet of blue petals and the cutest little red box with a floral pattern and gold-embossed lettering. When I make out the brand name, I bring my hands to my mouth. Pomellato?
I pivot to face him, still gaping, and I blink rapidly a few times before speaking. “Max. What have you done?”
He flashes me his bad-boy smile before brushing my hair behind my shoulders. “Nothing, love.” He grins. “When I went shopping for your toys, I thought it would be unfair if it was all about my pleasure, so I grabbed these for you. I had them with me all night last night and I intended on giving them to you, but
you ran away from me.”
I never thought I’d ever own any piece of jewelry from this prestigious Italian brand. The closest I’ve ever gotten to this luxury designer has been through the pages of fashion magazines—I’ve never even had the guts to walk in either of the two flagship stores in New York. I’m still so bewildered, I can only shift my eyes from his gaze to the small box I’m cradling between my palms. Seriously, God, if this is a dream, please don’t even think of waking me up.
“The box comes free when you buy something. I’m sure you’ll find what’s inside the box much more appealing than the package itself,” he mocks with a half smile.
“Wiseass.” I breathe in and out a few times before mustering enough courage to open my present.
When I lay my eyes on the dazzling gift, I gasp at the sight of a pair of small drop earrings in rose gold. I’ve never seen anything so delicate. The dangling ball isn’t solid, instead it’s an intricate filigree of ornate designs all meshed together. “They are exquisite, Max.” I exhale.
“You like them? Deidra came out to shop with me and she said they are so you.”
“When did you go out shopping with Deidra?”
“While you were having your chat with Brian the reporter from CNN. We figured you would be too caught up in the moment to notice Deidra escaping for a few hours.”
“Thank you. I absolutely love them. They are the most opulent pair of earrings I own now.”
“What about the ones you’re wearing now? They’re eye-catching and they suit you so well. If I’m not mistaken, they’re also solid gold.”
My heart sinks when his fingers caress my grandmother’s earrings and I lower my eyes to conceal the spark of pain.
“Candy, what’s wrong, honey? Your mood has shifted dramatically. If you don’t like the earrings, I can get you anything else your heart desires.” Max bends over to try to catch my eyes, but as hard as I try, the first tear rolls down my cheek. “Baby, what’s going on?” He wipes my tear away with such tenderness. “It’s not about the jewelry, is it? Did I say something to upset you?” Max is backpedalling, puzzled by my reaction. I take a few seconds to compose myself before speaking.
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