Page 75 of Maksim
My nipples are erect and throb under the spray of the shower, and my sex, satisfied less than an hour ago, feels painfully neglected yet again. My body knows what it wants.
But my mind… My mind is struggling.
We’re home. We’re safe.
He protected me.
I can trust him.
But…
But what, Elira? What is the problem?
The door to the bathroom opens, making every muscle in my body tense like I’m afraid of the man I seem to be craving so intensely. And all at once, I get what I’m afraid of.
What if I’m wrong?
What if he is like those other men? Just like those other men?
What if I’m a fool?
I swallow as the shower curtain is pulled open and a blur of skin and muscle steps inside behind me. My eyes close as I shift forward and tilt my head up to let the water sprinkle my face.
Maksim’s hands, large and rough like they’ve known hard labor, circle my hips and run up to my breasts.
The ache in my nipples intensifies as he cups both breasts and squeezes, his palms pressing against the sensitive buds, while nuzzling his chin into my shoulder.
“Do you want me?” he asks, more like growls, in my ear, causing my spine to shudder.
I don’t answer. Don’t know how to.
He removes one of his hands to thread it through my hair and yanks my head back from the spray, pulling a gasp from my lungs.
“Do you want me?”
His words, so demanding, so forceful, remind me of Nikita’s.
Do you want my cock?
There was only one correct answer then. Is there only one correct answer now?
Maksim keeps a tight grip on my hair while shoving his other hand between my legs, relaxing when he finds the heat and liquid he left me with.
“You are so sexy, lislchka.” He runs his fingers up my slit to a spot only he has claimed. My tensed body begins to relax as he uses a finger to rub a circle over the tender nerves, lighting up my pleasure sensors while dampening the pain in my scalp. “I know you want me. Just say it. Say it and maybe I’ll be nice.”
Nice.
Maksim is many things. I don’t think he’s a bad man, but it’s hard for me to see him as nice.
My eyes roll as he works me, my body feeling heavier than before. I could lie to him, but what would be the point? “I want you.”
“Good girl,” he whispers, massaging the sting from my scalp. Those two words send warmth through me that leaks out onto his hand when he slips a finger inside.
My lips part with a moan as I lean into him, letting his body and his strength hold me up.
“Tell me you’re my whore.” His words are almost snarled, his breath hot, even as his finger fucks me lovingly.
I’m no one’s whore.