by Bella Rose
“There’s no help for you,” he told her in a voice filled with malice. “I don’t know why you don’t seem to get it. You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be.”
“I’m not,” she argued. She knew her words would have no effect, but for her own peace of mind she needed to establish a boundary here. He might not respect it, but she could try to respect herself. There had to be some way out of this.
David’s hands began inching toward her breasts. Her skin crawled as she realized what he intended to do.
***
It had been Maxim’s driver to call attention to the little drama playing out in the alley behind where the limo was parked. Now Maxim stepped out of the car and into the alley with every intention of intervening. Then he realized that he was face to face with Landry and a man who was most likely her “stalker,” as Morgan had described him.
“You’d better just get back into that fancy car and mind your own damn business,” the man called out to Maxim. “This isn’t your problem, and if you make it your problem you’re going to be sorry as hell. I can promise you that!”
Maxim snorted. The man was holding a woman half his size in a death grip while he issued threats from behind her. What sort of coward was this jerk? The alley was dark. The only light came from an orange floodlight on the eaves of the second story of the club. The wan illumination did not provide enough to get a good look at his opponent. It was only enough light to show Maxim that Landry was terrified, but very determined in her own way. That was good. She hadn’t frozen into a block of wood. If he needed her help she would be able to respond.
Maxim gave the man a lazy once-over. “I consider it my business when a man is abusing a woman who obviously has no use for his company.”
“Abusing?” the man yelled. “Why would you think that? I’ve never done anything to this bitch except take care of her. She’s useless. You know that?”
Maxim spread his hands in supplication. “Then I wonder why you’re taking the time to bother with her now.”
“I’m teaching her a lesson, of course.”
“I see.” And Maxim did see. Sort of. This was the worst sort of situation. The attacker thought he was justified. Generally that indicated many levels of entitlement. “And if she requires you to teach her a lesson, why would you bother with her? Shouldn’t you be getting on to someone who is more worthy of you?”
Even in the dim light, Maxim could see the man’s face screw up in thought. He was obviously beginning to wonder the same thing. It baffled Maxim to think that Landry—the woman who had unknowingly fascinated him—had somehow latched on to this man or allowed him to latch on to her. Although if Morgan’s tirade was anything to go on, Landry had the sort of sweet trusting disposition that allowed others to take advantage of her.
“Mister,” Landry said, her voice wavering. “You should just go. I’ll be fine. Really.”
Maxim raised his brows. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted by Landry’s attempt to protect him and keep him out of the line of fire. “Madam,” he began slowly, “it is no trouble. I assure you.”
“Step off,” her captor growled. “You don’t want any piece of this.”
“My driver has already called the police,” Maxim insisted. “Just cut your losses and go.”
“Fuck off!”
Finally, Maxim decided he had no choice. The man was obviously not going to listen to reason. Maxim reached into his waistband and withdrew a semiautomatic handgun. He leveled it right at the man holding Landry and methodically pulled the slide to chamber a bullet. “Excuse me, but I think you need to rethink your attitude.”
“A gun?” The man looked incredulous. “Why would you pull a gun on someone just because they’re threatening some whore bag? You’ve got no interest in this bitch!”
“You don’t know that,” he argued. “Perhaps I’ve only been waiting for you to step back out of the picture so I can approach the young lady and ask her to have a drink with me.”
“You’re insane!” the other man pronounced. Then he suddenly sent Landry careening away from him. “You know what? You think she’s such a prize, fine. Go on and have her. She’s not much in bed anyway. Her pussy is so tight she’ll choke your dick until you lube up and just shove yourself inside her.”
Anger swept Maxim and made him reckless. He strode forward, closing the distance between him and the young man very quickly. He flipped the gun in his hand just as the man began to hurry off in the opposite direction. The woman was spinning away. Maxim hated that he couldn’t do anything for her at this moment other than try not to injure her. He heard her hit the ground just before Maxim swung the pistol at her unwanted admirer.
The weapon connected with the man’s temple and the guy went down hard. He hit the cement like a stone, rolling away and landing in a heap. Maxim kept on eye on him and went to Landry. She was lying on the ground, obviously stunned. He picked her up and settled her in his arms. Then he carried her to his car. The driver jumped out to open the door for him. Moments later he was ensconced in the safety of his limo with Landry lying on the seat across from him.
“Drive,” Maxim ordered. “Just drive. It doesn’t matter where. Keep us in a decent part of town, though.”
“As you say, sir,” the driver answered.
Maxim put the partition up between them to give Landry a little more privacy. Then he carefully reached out and touched her shoulder. Her blue dress was ripped at the shoulder and a little shredded around the hem. There was a smudge of dirt on one cheek, but her beautiful face wasn’t marred in any way. She had the longest golden eyelashes he’d ever seen, and her complexion was perfect.
He was still staring at her when her eyelids fluttered. She immediately scrambled into a sitting position. “Where am I?”
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “You’re safe. You’re in my limo. We’re just driving around. I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go. Just say the word.”
“What happened to David?”
“Your unwanted admirer?” Maxim raised an eyebrow. “Are you worried about his health?”
“No. I just need to make sure he isn’t going to pop out and try something.” She wrapped her arms around her midsection, shaking like a leaf.
“Landry, you’re safe.”
She cocked her head, staring at him with curiosity. “How do you know my name?”
“You friend Morgan told me.” He decided to be honest with her. “She had a lot to say about you, actually.”
“Oh great,” she moaned. “I can only imagine what she said.”
“It was all good,” he told her gently. “That’s why I wanted so badly to meet you.”
“And now?”
Maxim could not stop smiling. “And now I’m going to get to know you better.”
Chapter Three
Landry wasn’t stupid. If Morgan had talked about her to Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome—Landry still didn’t know his name—then Morgan wouldn’t have said anything nice. At all. There was a good chance that Morgan’s rude behavior at the club right before Landry left was all because of whatever this incredibly hot guy had said to her. Especially since it had very likely included a rejection. Morgan didn’t take rejection well.
“So,” her handsome rescuer leaned back in his seat, “your name is Landry.”
“Yes.” They were still driving. Where were they going? Were they just cruising around for no reason? “I don’t know your name, though.”
“My name is Maxim Sokolov.”
“Sokolov.” She tasted the name. “I feel like I’ve heard of you before.” In fact, she really felt as if she should know that name, but couldn’t place it.
“I own some businesses.” He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m originally from Russia.”
Maybe that was why she’d heard of him. She was fascinated with all things Russian and always had been. But there was no reason to go fangirl right now. It was far better to play it cool. “Oh.”
/> Something about his smile made her shiver. They were in a limo. It was strangely private. And she was getting aroused. It was kind of embarrassing. She felt her cheeks flaming.
“What are you thinking about?” he pressed.
His tone wasn’t demanding, but there was a subtle push there that made her want to tell him the truth. She took a deep breath and tried to prepare for anything. “I was just wondering what it would be like to have sex in a moving car like this.”
His elegant dark brows shot straight up in the air. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She fiddled with her skirt, unable to meet his eyes. “Would I be on the top or the bottom do you think? And would we fall on the floor or get knocked over when we went around a corner? Would the passion be so consuming that neither of us even noticed that we were moving? It’s all so interesting to imagine, don’t you think?”
***
Very rarely was Maxim rendered speechless. At the moment he could not think of anything he could say that wouldn’t scare this delightful woman right out of his car. So he carefully cast about for something innocuous to push the conversation right back to her.
“And what would make you wonder such things?”
She blushed once again. This time, even her ears turned red. “I suppose I’m just feeling overwhelmed after this whole night. It’s made me a little punch drunk, you know?”
“But you’re still wondering,” he pointed out.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I am.”
“And would you like to find out?”
“Find out what?”
Maxim let a slow smile cross his face. “What it feels like to have sex in a limo.” He gestured to his lap. “I am here and willing to participate in your experiment.”
“Really?”
The wonder on her face made him clench his teeth in irritation. No doubt it was a succession of bitchy friends like Morgan that had so shattered her confidence. He held out his hand. “I’m all yours.”
She bit her lip. The sight had his erection pressing against the confines of his pants. Then she licked her lips and got to her knees on the floor. She made an erotic sight. Her blond hair was falling out of her ponytail. Her face was flushed. And when she put her hands lightly on his thighs, Maxim knew that he had never seen a sexier sight.
Landry slowly raised herself onto his lap. She leaned forward hesitantly and waited. It was torture to keep himself still, but Maxim refused to make the first move. This time it had to be Landry. After that, all bets were off and he would have her any way he liked.
She pressed her lips against his. The kiss was tentative at best, and then she grew bolder. She lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair. He loved the feel of her nails against his scalp. She put her teeth to his lower lip. He bit back, taking the fullness of her lower lip between his teeth and nipping lightly. Her low whimper of pleasure proved she liked the attention.
She was so involved in the kiss that she straddled him to get closer. He felt the heat of her crotch against his erection. There was nothing but a few thin layers of fabric between him and his ultimate goal. She began to grind her body against his. He wondered if the movement was intentional or instinctive and then decided that it didn’t matter. He put his hands on her hips and urged her on. He wanted to know if she was wet, but decided that would come a little later. For now, he made love to her with his mouth, pushing his tongue past her lips and decimating her barriers with the forcefulness of his lust.
***
Landry had never been so turned on in her life. Her pussy was wet. Each time her hips moved, she felt the soaking-wet fabric of her panties slide against her spread sex with agonizing results. She squirmed and whimpered and wondered what should happen next. Who got to decide that?
“Landry,” he whispered. “Are your panties uncomfortable?”
She didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Yes.”
“Then maybe they need to come off.”
Somehow this unlocked her inhibitions. Squirming some more, she managed to twist her lower body enough to remove her panties. They fell to the floor of the limo and stayed there. Now her pussy was bare beneath her dress and she felt unbelievably naughty and wanton. It was exciting and totally out of her usual way of doing things.
“Lift up your dress,” he commanded.
She was still straddling him. Landry wasn’t sure what he thought he could see by her lifting her skirt, but she immediately obeyed because she felt compelled to do so. Something in his voice hit a chord inside her. She would be safe with this man. She knew it.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
She watched, mesmerized, as his hand moved closer to her crotch. Then he gently stroked the light dusting of gold hair on her mound and she flinched as a powerful jolt ripped through her body. Her inner muscles clenched hard at the sheer need she felt for him. She was trembling and wasn’t sure what she wanted.
Then Maxim slid two fingers into her juicy cleft and all doubt left her mind. She put her hands on his shoulders and held on as he began to slide those talented fingers through her wet slit. He found her clit and straddled it. The friction was almost unbearable. She’d masturbated plenty of times and had never experienced this kind of arousal. Her hips began to jerk and she was panting. Then her orgasm hit hard and fast and she couldn’t help but wail with the overwhelming power of it all.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to his skillful hands. He spread her wide and played some more. His fingers stroked her, fucked her, penetrated her pussy and hooked around her pelvic bone until he forced her to come a second time. She was moaning and writhing against him now. Her desperation was a live thing that clawed and ripped at what was left of her good sense.
“Unfasten my pants.” The guttural sound of his voice told her just how turned on he was.
She fumbled and picked at the button and zipper on his slacks. Finally she managed to pull his cock free of his underwear. He was huge in her hands. The hot length of him against her palms was shocking. She gave him a squeeze and was proud to hear him grunt. She could pleasure this man. It made her feel as if she could jump the moon.
***
Maxim was going to die if she didn’t hurry up and put his cock inside her hot little pussy. He reached between them and palmed his own shaft. He fit the head of himself against her tight opening and felt her automatically begin to sink down onto his erection.
His eyes wanted to slide shut, but he forced them to stay open. He watched his penis disappear inside her body and thought that there had never been a more perfect moment. It was as if she had been made for him alone. She embraced every inch of him, wiggling a little as she did. And when he was fully embedded inside her, he felt her inner muscles squeeze him tightly.
“Maxim,” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good!”
Her words unlocked something primal inside him. Grabbing her hips, he began moving up toward her body in a way that would slam his cock deeper inside her. He felt her quiver. And each time she gave a moan or a whimper, he felt as though he’d gained a point somehow.
She started to move with him. Her hips rocked and her inner muscles ground down. He felt her begin to climb toward her next peak. She grew tighter and hotter. Her body began to move in longer strokes. He gazed at her with something akin to wonder as she fucked him better than anyone he’d had before.
His own climax began to build at the base of his spine. His balls drew up tight to his body. The pulsing sensation of fulfillment hovered just out of reach, but he wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.
Reaching between their bodies, he found the place where they were joined. Her clit was swollen and full. He gently pressed the tip of his index finger against the nub. She let out a groan that lifted the hair on the back of his neck. Her head was flung back, her spine was arched, and she looked like a goddess as she rode him. Then he felt her come. With his finger on her clit, he felt it pulse and throb as her inner muscles spasmed. She tightened her buttocks and pushed her
self down hard on his cock.
The motion drove him so deeply into her body that he felt the very end of her channel kiss the tip of his cock. It was more than he could take. Seed erupted from his cock. He convulsed and shouted something unintelligible in Russian as his orgasm made him light headed. It was like a drug-induced high. He felt as though the entire world was spinning. Then he finally began to come down from the wonderful sensation, and he began to experience the most baffling feeling of tenderness he’d ever known.
He wrapped his arms around Landry’s body. She had collapsed against his chest after her last orgasm, and now he held her there as though he never wanted to let her go.
Chapter Four
Landry was pretty sure she had lost her mind. Walking through the front door of Maxim’s palatial mansion in an upscale suburb of the city, she could not help but wonder if she was dreaming.
“You look a little overwhelmed,” Maxim murmured as he flipped on a light. “I apologize that my staff is not here to greet you properly, but I gave them the weekend off.”
“Oh of course,” she murmured. Staff? The guy had enough servants that he referred to them as staff? It seemed insane.
The mansion was not huge. It was the opulence that took her breath away. Every inch of it was old-world grace and comfort. From the marble floors and exquisite crown molding to the thick Persian rugs and the richly brocaded furniture, everything reeked of wealth. Landry’s heels clicked across the floor as she followed Maxim through the foyer, past a parlor and what looked like a sitting room, to the kitchen.
The room was surprisingly modern and yet had a cozy feel that suggested Maxim spent a lot of time here. He was certainly comfortable enough in the space. It was in the way he knew where everything was and immediately began brewing hot water for tea.
“I shouldn’t be here probably,” she told him softly. “I cannot imagine anything that would suggest this is a good idea.”
“Coming to my home?” He cocked his head, giving her a strange little half smile. “You’re probably right. Have you texted your friends to tell them that you’re safe?”
