Prickles ran down Dree’s neck because this felt like blasphemy. Altering the text of a sacrament sounded like the first scene of a horror movie that would end with fighting the Antichrist to keep the Seventh Seal from opening. “Popes usually take things like sacraments pretty seriously. It’s weird that he did that.”
“I don’t assist at the Mass or do any of my other duties of a deacon while I’m in Monaco. It’s one of the reasons why I didn’t stick around for my uncle’s funeral. I would’ve desperately wanted to assist at his Mass. But I couldn’t, or I shouldn’t have. Besides, I had already been back in Monaco for over a month. Pierre was getting ready to have me knocked off, I think, and I’d delayed that trip to Nepal as long as I could.” His fingers alighted on her knee and trailed up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Now, where were we?”
Dree stilled, every ounce of her attention laser-focused on the smooth, cool trail of his fingers up her leg.
He whispered near her ear, “Say something if you want me to stop.”
Dree stopped breathing again so he wouldn’t mistake a moan for her telling him to stop.
His fingers ambled up the tender skin of her leg and reached the lace of her new panties, stroking the thin fabric with one fingertip.
Dree’s heart sped. His fist was big between her thighs, pressing on her soft flesh, and she moved her leg aside.
His fingertip scraped over her panties, sending little shudders through her skin.
She couldn’t help herself, and a whimper squeaked out of her throat.
He hooked his finger under the elastic of her panties, and his thumb gently pressed her nub.
Her back bowed, trying to press herself against his hand, already hungry for release.
He growled into her neck. “You’re wet. I could throw you face down on this desk and take you.”
She nodded. She would’ve nodded at anything he offered her.
His voice was a gravelly whisper in her ear. “I’m not going to make you wait for it today.”
He ground his hand against her, his thumb slipping over that hard, sensitive nub, and his long fingers parted her folds and entered her.
Her hips were moving, and she was riding his hand as she sped toward the edge of release.
His long fingers pressed her front wall, holding her impaled on his hand as his thumb rubbed circles on her.
The tension building inside of her was unbearable, an excruciating clench pounding in her veins.
She knew she was whimpering, making little sounds, and she hoped no one could hear but she couldn’t even think about anything other than his fingers deeply penetrating her and driving her toward orgasm.
Just as she was getting close, just as she was tipping and beginning to topple, Maxence ducked his head and bit her bare shoulder.
The pain launched her over the edge, and the orgasm blasted up her spine and filled her head with buoyancy.God,how did hedothat, makepainfeel likeeverythingshe’d beenmissing?
She throbbed. She throbbed and she clenched, and she kept throbbing as he pulsed his hand to force her to keep going.
Just as it was going to become too much, his thumb lightened, and his fingers inside her, which felt huge because she was swollen inside, gentled.
She followed the crest down, landing gently in his arms.
Maxence slowly removed his hand and tucked her panties back where they belonged. He opened his desk drawer with his pinky, removed a handkerchief, and wiped his hand.
She was a limp flower, wilted over his lap.
His low voice was rough in her ear, “When you were sitting across the desk from me with Nico smiling at you and your shoe dangling off your toes, I wanted to throw you on the floor and take you until you screamedmyname. I want to make you suck me off between every meeting, all day long. I’m the man who wants you every minute and in ways you’re afraid to think about. I want to break you until you won’t say no to me, no matter what I decide to do. I want your body to bemineto do with what I want.That’swho I am. I’ve never been able to reconcilethatwith what I wanted to be.But if we have any chance of having a future, you need to know what I am.”
Chapter Six
Michael Rossi
Maxence
