Page 110 of Lust and Honor

And that’s the moment Maxim does what he always does, takes control from me. His hands clamp down on the cheeks of my ass, and he bounces me wildly on his cock, faster than I can believe. His rock-hard length slams in and out of me, over and over. He lifts my weight on his body like I’m weightless. Our moans, the slap of our skin meeting, the water pouring over our heads and faces, it fills the whole shower. All the while he’s drilling into me, his greedy, hungry eyes are glued to my body, to my breasts bouncing like mad. His cock’s piercing my pussy, and his gaze is sinking straight into my soul.

“Ah, Maxim. Maxim.”

The only thing I can manage is his name. A plea woven into my voice, begging him. Begging him to give me more. To flood me even fuller with this intoxicating, mind-melting, addictive rush.

“This pussy is my heaven.”

Just as he swells inside my vagina, my walls grip him tight, and the world shatters for us both in the same instant. We cling to each other through the aftershocks, letting our bodies sway together in the tremors of climax.

He keeps planting these soft, tender kisses on my skin until the world stops spinning and my brain clicks back into place, drawing a quiet smile to my lips. Once my breathing steadies, I voice the question that’s been circling my thoughts these past few days.

“What was Roberto’s problem with you?”

He slips out of me and sets me gently down. For a moment, he holds me steady with his hand, as if worried I’ll falter, then reaches for the body wash on the shelf, squeezes some into his palm, and starts rubbing the slick foam over my skin.

“A few years ago, he and one of his friends showed up at my club and brutalized one of the girls. They thought having powerful politician fathers meant they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.”

“What did you do to them that made him chase revenge all these years?”

His soapy hand slips between my thighs, and my skin is still so sensitive that I shiver under his touch, clinging to him with knees that have gone weak. He smirks and draws me closer.

“I set two of my girls on them, to make them feel what they did to Penelope.”

I blink, lost. His smirk deepens, and he clarifies:

“They strapped a dildo on and fucked them in the ass.”

My mouth drops open in astonishment. His finger traces lazy circles around my nipples, which stand firm and eager.

“An eye for an eye, Ava. That’s the code we’ve lived by all these years.”

I trail my nails over the taut V-lines dipping low on his abdomen.

“Why wait so long?”

“I’d guess he planned to let it slide at first, but eventually his father found out what happened, and the old man pushed him to come after me.”

“What happened to Roberto?”

He draws a deep, frustrated breath, his eyes hardening to chips of stone. “Roberto, his father, Alex, anyone who played a part in this, they’re all dead. That’s what counts. I won’t ruin your sleep with the ugly details.”

I press a kiss to his chest and hold him tighter. Images flash, April, her husband, the battered faces of those women who suffered at Roberto’s hands, and I thank God that bastard is gone from this world, no matter how ugly the end was.

Epilogue

Maxim

Ava’s bent forward, one hand braced against the wall, the other clamped over her mouth to stifle the moans spilling out. I hike her short skirt higher, just enough to watch my cock sliding in and out of her tight, eager hole, that greedy little slit sucking me in like it can’t get enough. Even with her palm sealing her lips to save face, anyone passing the door could hear the wet smack of my balls against her ass and know exactly what’s going down in here. Not that I give a fuck.

There’s not much left to hide in this house. But Ava hates the idea of anyone catching on that I’m fucking my fiancée. My goddamn fiancée. Ever since I slipped that two-carat ring on her finger with some half-assed romantic gesture, my craving for her’s gone through the roof. I swear, the second I come, one look at her has me hard all over again.

I never thought I’d get hooked on one woman. The idea of wanting only one used to sound like a joke. But here I am, completely gone for her. And I swear, even if every woman in the world stripped naked in front of me, I’d still track the scent of my own little vixen.

It’s not just her pretty face or that killer body that’s got me chained. I worship every damn inch of this woman. I admire the sweet hell she’s unleashed on my life. And I’m grateful as fuck for the gift of Aurora. There are times a man goes blind to what’s buried in his own bones. I never thought I’d make a halfway decent dad, let alone get this much kick out of it. But Aurora crashing into my world unannounced, it’s like someone flipped on the lights. Everything’s sharper, brighter.

I grip Ava’s ass hard and drive in those final thrusts, groaning low from the gut as I empty myself inside her, holding still till her shudders fade out. I slide an arm around her chest and pull her up against me, cup her chin between thumb and forefinger, turn her face to mine, and kiss her deep and slow.

She nips at my lip and grumbles, “You’ve got the worst timing in the world, Maxim. I bet everyone knows why you suddenly had the urge to show me your favorite childhood book.”