Page 20 of Lust and Honor

His behavior is all over the place, hot one second, ice-cold the next. But the dangerous energy radiating from him leaves no room for doubt, you do what he says.

I start to reach for my clothes, but his voice cuts through the room again. “You don’t need clothes yet. Leave them.”

I do as he says and head into the bathroom. It’s a spacious room, lined with creamy white marble. I pause in front of the mirror above the sink, staring at my reflection framed by a round golden rim. My body is marked everywhere—scratches, bite marks, bruises from Maxim.

I part my legs a little, my hand tracing over my aching core. A faint drop of virgin blood stains my fingertip. I’m not surprised it’s barely there; the doctor had once told me during a checkup that my hymen wasn’t likely to cause much bleeding. I grab a few sheets of tissue, wet them, and gently clean myself.

When I’m done, I open the mirrored cabinet on the wall. Spotting a bottle of painkillers next to a pack of condoms. I breathe out in relief, pop two pills without hesitation, and close the cabinet. I rinse my face and hands, glance up again, and the sight of my reflection actually makes me laugh.

I can’t believe a scene straight out of a book or movie just happened to me. Maybe I didn’t picture my first time being this rough, but somehow, it feels… right. I wanted a man, and he wanted me. That simple.

I have no idea how many minutes pass before the door swings open and Maxim fills the doorway like a predator. He’s so tall and broad, he nearly blocks the entire frame. His eyes light up the second they land on me, and he stalks forward, his cock hard and swaying between his thighs.

When he reaches me, he towers over my naked body and grins. “Ready for round two?”

My breath catches. There’s going to be a round two?

He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers slide into my pussy, and his eyes narrow. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

I don’t even get a chance to ask what he means before he drops to his knees in front of me. His hands hook around my thighs, grabbing my ass as he pulls me toward his mouth and claims my clit without mercy.

A sharp inhale punches into my lungs as I grip the edges of the sink. His tongue plunges inside me, flicking that spot that makes every nerve ending screams for more.

All I can do is writhe under his touch, my fingers buried in his hair, begging him to tip me over the edge.

He lifts his head for a moment, breath hot against my skin, voice cocky. “Grab a condom from the cabinet.”

The thrill of being filled by him again hits so hard, I obey instantly. He takes the condom, rolls it onto his cock, and dives back in with the magic of his lips and mouth on my core. Pleasure builds and builds, but just before it explodes, he stops cold.

Lifting me with ease, he sits me on the counter and slams his cock all the way in. The stretch of my walls comes with a pain that rips a scream from my throat. He looms over me, gripping my waist and pounding into me, deep and slow.

“This pussy…” he growls through gritted teeth, like a man in pain. “It’s one of a kind.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, letting the magic of his body pull me back into the abyss of pleasure. He slides his hands under my ass, lifts me fully into his arms, and, still holding me, pulls his long cock out only to slam it back in with speed. His lips find mine in between my gasps, devouring me with hungry, lingering kisses.

Then he pulls back, panting, and carries me back to the bed. He lays me down on my stomach and mounts me from behind. A second later, he’s buried deep again. Each thrust is brutal, so strong it pushes my body forward, but he grabs my hips and yanks me back for another. And another.

I clutch the sheets, glancing over my shoulder at him as he tears me apart with a savage intensity. His eyes are locked on where our bodies meet, wild with lust. He gives me both pain and pleasure.

When my fingers curl inward, I know I’m close again. I clench my pussy around his cock so tightly, it’s like I’m trying to keep him inside me forever. He slaps my ass hard, making me scream as I shudder through the rush of my second orgasm, but he needs more time this round.

He shoves me toward the center of the bed, stuffs a pillow under my stomach, and drives his cock back into my lifted ass. He moves with the precision and focus of a man on a mission, slamming into me with relentless intensity until he finally lets go and fills the condom. My whole body feels wrecked, like I’ve been hit by a truck.

And again, as soon as he’s done, he gets off me and starts dressing, smirking as he tells me he’s expecting me tomorrow night. I’m so exhausted that I just pull the sheet over my body and close my eyes.

The sound of the door makes me crack my eyelids open, and the empty room reminds me I need to get home. I drag my sore body off the bed and slip into my clothes. As I pull on my t-shirt, the door swings open without warning. It’s the young bartender I saw earlier.

He steps inside, eyes scanning me with concern. “You okay, love? I was starting to worry. You’ve been in here for two hours.”

The edge of my mouth tugs up in a lazy smile. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He gives me a long look before turning to leave, but then whistles and chuckles. “Well, well, looks like someone got a proper tip.”

My eyes fall on the stack of bills on the pillow, and I have no idea where they came from. The bartender picks them up, counts them, and with a grin, walks over to me, stuffing the cash into my pocket.

“Maxim’s always generous with the girls, but I’ve never seen him spoil one this much. You’re lucky, real redheads are rare. And Maxim’s got a thing for them. Sure, he doesn’t sleep with the same girl two nights in a row, but even if he sees you twice a month, you’d be raking in it. Not to mention the other clients you’ll land with a face like that.”

He keeps rambling, and I stand there frozen, like an idiot. Someone calls him from outside, and he shoots me a wink before leaving. Head spinning and body aching, I step into the hallway. Now that the thrill of Maxim has worn off, I tune into the sounds around me, echoing down the corridor. Sex sounds.