Explain.
Maximo:
You have five minutes. Be here or else…
Elena:
Empty threats won’t get you far.
Maximo:
Don’t push me. Four minutes.
Elena:
I’m not coming. Good night.
His typing bubble appears and vanishes several times. Chewing on my lower lip, I watch the screen, way too invested in what he’s typing. My heart hammers against my ribs. A giddy feeling of rebelliousness has me all floaty and anxious. Finally his text pops up.
Maximo:
You want to know how I’ll punish you? First, I’ll come into your bedroom while you sleep and handcuff you to the bed so you can’t escape me. Then I’ll bury my face between your thighs and devour your sweet pussy until you’re begging me to let you come.
My breath hitches. This is not at all what I expected. He can’t possibly be serious. This is… this ispornographic. Like something I’d write in my book. But that’s fiction, he can’t possibly be threatening me with sex.
Scandalized, I continue reading. I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen as his texts pop up one after the other.
Maximo:
You’ll beg and beg, but I won’t let you come. I’ll bring you to the edge over and over. You’ll whimper. You’ll plead. You’ll be willing to do anything for that blissful release.
Maximo:
When you think you can’t take another second of it, I’ll leave your room. But your hands will be restrained so that you can’t touch yourself and finish.
Maximo:
I hope I’m making myself clear. You can either spend all night frustrated, or you can be a good girl. Get dressed and meet me on the rooftop. Now.
My lips part in shock, heart racing, but I scramble up from the bed and go into the closet. I’m not going to call his bluff. Maximo strikes me as the type of man who is good for his word.
As I enter the closet, I can’t get the image out of my head of Maximo’s full lips tasting my pussy as he gazes up at me with lustful eyes. My imagination is far too vivid. And for reasons I refuse to consider, I might not be as opposed to him in that position as I should be.
Does this mean he’s attracted to me? Or is he going for a shock factor and it means nothing?
My chest tight, pussy throbbing, I quickly dress for dinner. He’s won this round, but I’m sure there will be others.
For now, I can tell him to his face how disgusting his threats are, and how I will never let him near me like that. Maximo might be the most handsome man I’ve ever met, but I will never fall for him. Though I have a feeling this is going to be likeplaying games with the Devil himself. What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER 7
Elena
By the time I’m dressed and making my way up to the rooftop, I’ve spun up both my anger and courage. I push open the door with more force than necessary and instantly freeze. My eyes widen at the scene before me.
Hundreds of candles cast a warm glow. A table for two sits inside a partially enclosed shelter, with a cozy fire flickering in the outdoor hearth. To one side sprawls a huge heated swimming pool, steam rising from its clear blue surface. Mostly what takes my breath away are the hundreds of vases of pink flowers along the perimeter. Did he do all of this for me?
I’m so stunned that I almost don’t notice Maximo approaching me. Almost. As if his alluring, intoxicating presence could ever be overlooked.
