One of the redheads caught my eye. She was perched on Maxim’s lap, her breasts taking turns in his mouth, but her gaze was on me. She wasn’t subtle about it either.
I found myself staring at her lips. They looked familiar, and I knew exactly whose they reminded me of. I used to kiss, lick, and fuck those delicious lips every night.
I shifted in my seat, my pants tightening as my thoughts betrayed me. I motioned for the redhead to come over. Maxim, the smug bastard, smirked knowingly and pulled another girl onto his lap.
The redhead stood, her hips swaying as she walked over, fully nude. She stopped in front of me, one hand drifting between her thighs, slowly rubbing her clit without breaking eye contact.
I spread my legs and gave her an order. “On your knees.”
She smiled and obeyed instantly. Dropping to her knees, she placed her hands on my thighs and dragged them upward, taking her time like she was savoring every second. Her eyes were on me, and mine were on her lips.
But in my head, her lips weren’t hers anymore. They were Emily’s. It had been two weeks since I’d last had her on her birthday, when I fucked her three times and she wanted me more each time. Her pussy was always wet and eager for my cock.
The redhead’s fingers brushed against my zipper, knocking me back to the present. My hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. She looked at me, eyes wide with confusion. I cupped her chin with my other hand and pulled her closer. Now, the thought of her lips on my cock made my stomach churn.
“Out,” I growled, shoving her back. She stumbled, landing on her ass with a wince of pain.
My tone made it clear I meant all of them. The other girls didn’t wait for a second command. They scrambled to gather their clothes and rushed toward the door. Lorenzo lingered, glancing between me and the obvious bulge in his pants. I gave him a nod, waving him off to finish what he’d started.
Maxim, on the other hand, didn’t move. He stayed sprawled on the couch, bare-chested, lighting a cigarette. He took a deep drag and watched me with amusement.
“What?”I grumbled.
He chuckled. “Man, you’re really screwed.”
“Shut up.”
He exhaled again, letting the smoke roll out of his lungs. “For God’s sake, be a man. Get your ass up, go apologize to the girl, fuck her in every hole twice, and get on with your goddamn life. If we end up in a war, that raging hard-on of yours is going to get us all killed.”
I shot him a glare. “I’m not apologizing to anyone. And for the record, the last time you sent me to her, I almost choked her. So unless you want me to kill the girl, keep your big mouth shut.”
The smirk vanished from his face. He straightened slightly, the weight of my words settling in. He hadn’t known what happened that night, what I’d done. I’d caught him off guard.
He was stunned and quiet for a moment, then his tone shifted, cautious but steady. “Do you want me to take care of her?”
His question made the vein in my neck pulse. What the hell was that moron thinking?I leaned forward, my voice a growl. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“I don’t mean killing her. I can send her away.”
I leaned back again, fighting to hold back the fury bubbling under the surface. “Send her where?”
“Somewhere far from you.”
My fists curled on the armrests, leather groaning under the pressure. “She’s not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”
Maxim studied me. After a pause, he gave a small nod and let it go, smart enough to know when to stop pushing.
I needed to shift focus. “Did you send a car to pick up Noah from the airport?”
“Of course I did. He’ll be at the mansion by 11 a.m. tomorrow.”
“What’s so important that he jumped on a plane and flew all the way from the States only to deliver it personally?”
Maxim leaned back, exhaling another cloud of smoke. “Probably top-secret intel. He insisted on meeting you at home. Whatever it is, it’s important enough that he doesn’t want to risk it leaking out.”
The explanation made sense, but something about it left me uneasy. Noah wasn’t the type to overreact, which meant whatever he was bringing was bound to stir up trouble.
I glanced down at the persistent bulge in my pants. After my meeting with Noah tomorrow, I’d have to pay Emily a visit and find a way to get back into her panties. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
