Page 89 of Lust and Honor

He releases me instantly.

I try to pull back, but he’s faster.

His hand closes around my neck and he knocks me back onto the sheets, bending over me. I can taste his blood on my tongue from where my teeth broke his skin.

I expect him to choke me.

Instead, a wicked smirk curves his lips.

He lowers his head, slowly licks the smear of blood from the corner of my mouth, then trails his tongue over the tears still damp on my cheek. Staring straight into my furious eyes, he murmurs,

“If you’d stayed one fucking second longer, my pretty little vixen, you would’ve seen that I won that bet.”

He captures my chin and kisses me deep and wet before continuing,

“There was no fucking reason for you to get that jealous and try to piss me off. My cock only wants you.”

His mouth travels lower. With his hand still pressing my neck gently against the sheets, he dips his head to kiss my breasts, but I fist his hair and yank it viciously, slipping out from underneath him.

His amused laughter follows me.

A second later, he grabs the jeans still bunched around my knees. I refuse to stop fighting him, which only gives the evil bastard the opportunity to drag them completely off my legs, leaving me sitting bare-assed on the bed.

I whirl around and glare at him.

He separates my white lace panties from my jeans, lifts them to his nose, and takes a deep, shameless breath.

“Fuck, you look hot when you cry, Strawberry.”

Completely ignoring the fact that I’m sitting bare-assed in front of him, I snap,

“You think I’m supposed to be on fucking cloud nine because your cock only wants me? The same cock you offer to every woman with a pulse?”

He tosses my panties aside, steps off the bed, and starts undoing his pants.

“I already told you that you have no reason to be jealous of any woman, Ava. My body has become fucking immune to other women.”

He drags his pants and underwear down together, his thick, hard cock springing free. He kicks the clothes away and sinks both knees into the mattress as he starts advancing toward me.

“But look at what you do to me. The only woman who’s ever humiliated me in front of everyone, made a fucking fool out of me, and clawed me up like a wildcat... and my cock still wants you like a man fucking possessed.”

As he comes closer, I’m breathing hard with rage again. I twist away from him.

“I hate you and your fucking cock.”

His large hand lands on my shoulder and knocks me back onto the mattress. He settles between my legs.

Our lower bodies rub together with nothing between us, and even though I’m furious enough to kill him and my ass is still burning from the marks of his belt, my traitorous body responds, heat spreading through me.

Maxim catches both my wrists, stretches them above my head, and pins them there with one hand while he gently bites my lower lip.

His other hand slides down between my thighs. Two fingers push inside me, testing how wet I am for him.

One corner of his mouth lifts.

“Don’t fool yourself, Ava. You and I are addicted to each other. We’re fucking contaminated with each other. You’re my drug, and I’m yours.”

His fingers sink deeper. My eyes fall shut, a moan escaping me as my back arches beneath him.