I don’t realize I’ve spoken aloud until Maximus repeats the question.
“Why do I care?” As he asks me this, his voice rises in volume, and I wince at the ferocity of it. I’ve never witnessed him out of control, but right now it looks as though he’s about to become unhinged. My body trembles from nerves and excitement. His behavior means something, and I’ve gone too far to turn back from the truth.
I hope the price I’m willing to pay is worth it, because Maximus will collect on that debt. And soon.
“Yes, sir,” I say. “I mean nothing to you, so you shouldn’t care whether I have feelings for Rossi.” I pause to stem a grimace due to him squeezing my arms tighter. I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not. “So my feelings for someone else are inconsequential.”
With a sound that’s something between a growl and a roar, Maximus snatches me off the floor. I land on his shoulder, and a puff of air shoots from my mouth when my stomach slams into the muscles there. Then I’m sucking in a breath the second after his hand connects with my ass. It stings badly, and I wriggle in his hold while trying to gain purchase by gripping his shirt. My head bobs as he walks, his steps angry and quick, and my hair blocks my side view, but I’m able to recognize his bedroom once he enters it. The door closes with a bang, and I flinch.
He wraps his hands around my hips only to toss me onto his bed. I land on the mattress, stunned for a moment, and then shove my hair from my face. Maximus is on me faster than I can draw breath, and the length of his hardened body crushes mine into the duvet. Even fully clothed, I can feel every part of him as my curves mold to fit him, to welcome him.
“S-sir,” I manage, my gaze pleading. “I’m—”
My words disappear when he roughly grips my jaw. “Not another fucking word.”
He doesn’t give me time to agree or disagree. With a jerk, he turns my head to the side and brings his mouth to my neck only to press his teeth onto my skin. I cry out, and my hips lift, straining underneath his weight. My mind shuts down completely and sends a massive adrenaline surge through me to aid in my escape.
But Maximus isn’t letting me go anywhere.
I throw out my arms and dig my nails into the meat of his biceps, trying to keep him at bay. Or is it to steady myself because I’m careening into a chasm of lust? It doesn’t matter when he leans into me to snatch both my wrists. With a hard jerk, he extends them above my head, pinning them down with one hand. My breathing is erratic, and my breasts press against his chest, my nipples rubbing with every inhale.
Maximus bends down his head and licks the spot he just bit and then moves up an inch to do it again. This bite isn’t as painful as the first, although I still shiver, unable to help it. I’m always at his mercy, but this is different.Heis different. I crossed a line, said something I shouldn’t have, and now he’s teetering on the edge of his control.
Or maybe his control has snapped and I’m about to feel the consequence of it.
“Maximus,” I whisper.
He lifts his head to stare at me and once again he grabs my jaw, keeping me from looking away. “That is the first of many times you’ll say my name. And the next one will be on a scream.” Though his voice sounds calm, he can’t hide the tumultuous emotions within his gaze.
Will my scream be of pain or pleasure?
Maximus lowers his hand, and I let my head fall to the side when he goes back to skimming the length of my neck with his lips. I prepare for his bite, and it comes. On my nipple. Even through my clothes, it’s enough to have me cry out, and the sensitive peaks harden more. As though triggered by the sound, Maximus grinds his cock into the apex of my thighs, and it spreads my legs but not fast enough. With his fingers gripping the backs of my knees, he wrenches my legs apart, and a whimper escapes me at the forceful action.
Then he snakes his hand underneath my dress to cup my sex. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait, my entire frame shaking, half from anticipation and the other anxiety. Not knowing what to expect is what frightens me about him, but what I do know is that Maximus has awakened me, both physically and emotionally.
And now I can’t turn it off.
There’s not a single part of my body that doesn’t yearn for him to touch it, and I lie there praying he will, even if it comes with his fury. From men, the only physical contact I’ve experienced has originated from anger, and Maximus is no different; he’s just made it more pleasurable than painful, further warping my expectations of touch.
His ragged breaths skim my ear. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours.” This truth is easy to admit.
He presses his thumb onto my clit, making me gasp as sensation zips along my nerves, and my sex dampens more. All thought evaporates in the blaze of arousal torching me. I’m on fire, and with every circular motion of his thumb, I get that much closer to combustion. All the while, he nips at the shell of my ear and runs his tongue down my neck.
His hot breaths flow over the sensitive area, pushing me to the edge. “Tell me about Rossi.”
My response is a groan because he shoves my panties aside and thrusts two fingers inside me. My sex clenches around him, and the only thing I can think about is finding relief in my orgasm.
“Donnaccia, I’m getting impatient.” Maximus withdraws his hand only to shove his fingers in again but with more power this time. He does this over and over, and though I can hardly move with him on top of me and with my arms restrained, I arch my back, letting my head rest on the pillow.
“What do you want to know?” I say with great effort.
Maximus sucks on the side of my neck directly over my pulse, which is running wild. “What do you feel for him? Tell me or I’ll force it out of you.” He moves to the hollow of my throat and flicks his tongue over the area as if wanting to absorb my answer.
“Nothing.” I gulp for air and struggle to shape it into words. “I feel nothing for him.”
He freezes, his fingers inside me and his cock pulsing against my thigh. “Open your eyes.” When I do, he continues with a command that makes my sex spasm. “Say. It. Again.”
