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There was something he awakened in me. I allowed myself this moment, another selfish decision. I followed the attraction, accepting what was happening.
His gaze lit a fire in my belly, his stare feral, probably matching my own.
Reading the room’s mood or my mind in one swift move, Maxim pulled me toward him.
His hands settled on my hips, thumbs digging into my skin. With a firm grip, he lifted me like a rag doll, placing me in his lap.
The action was infuriating, but as his hard-on pressed against where we touched, I couldn’t deny the satisfaction I felt from the effect I had on him.
A buildup of pent-up emotions, sexual frustration, and teasing tension swirled inside me.
I was seconds from losing control. But losing the upper hand wasn’t an option, so I pulled myself together, asserting control in this fucked-up power play by grabbing hold of his neck.
He upped the stakes when his giant hand tangled in my hair, yanking the waves harshly. The stretch forced me to face him head-on. There was nowhere to hide. Not that I wanted to.
Eyes darting, he studied me, our faces dangerously close. I didn’t cave under pressure, meeting his gaze with my own.
“No tongue this time?” he mocked, referencing our previous encounter.
I moistened my bottom lip, provocatively flashing my tongue, swiping it in slow motions. “Saving it for later.”
The man didn’t hesitate, grabbing hold of it and gently pulling before letting go.
Just to fuck with me. Because he can. Because I let him.
I gritted my teeth at the audacity. “I don’t like being played with.”
A sardonic breath escaped him. “I don’t like being lied to.”
The moment stretched, and I resisted the urge to slap him across that charming face. His grip tightened, the strands of my hair wrapped around his fingers, making me groan.
A puff of air escaped me, bouncing off his face. I didn’t get to take another breath before he had me facing backward.
Turned around, I leaned against his chest, my hands secured in his grip. A position I was vulnerable in, one I would never allow myself to be in on any other day. Today, I seemed to let go of everything I’d once deemed important.
Confidence in my abilities made it easier to let things happen, to give up control. Despite the danger, despite being vulnerable, I still believed I was safe. I still felt in charge of the situation. With him, it felt almost natural. I credited the power, the record he held, that placed him above any other.
Maybe it was this damn club casting its spell on me, making me ignore reason every time I entered.
The hardness of his body pressed against mine, and the exposed back of my dress allowed our skin to meet. It wasn’t just the heat between us that had me worked up. I wanted him. Wanted him so fucking bad. Right here, right now. I couldn’t care about anything but the desire building inside me.
Is someone going to walk in on us? Are there workers behind the bar? Let them watch.
He shoved my thighs apart, moving in sync with me, his knee pressing between them. One hand wrapped around my neck, the other sliding down my chest. His thumb circled my nipple, the lack of a bra? Good choice.
One more circle, then he pinched. Hard.
A jolt shot down my spine, and I fucking reveled in the feeling. His palm dragged lower, rough against the smooth fabric of my dress, making me shiver.
I straightened my spine, my body reacting in the only way it knew how.
Goosebumps rose, inviting his tongue to trace the lines and witness the effect his actions had on me.
He sneaked his hand in, opening the slit of the dress wide. His fingers grazed the skin, while his other hand grabbed me by the neck, turning my head.
Maxim knowingly pushed the boundaries, forcing me to expose all my weak spots.
A chill ran through me, but it quickly dissolved at the feel of his teeth against my bare skin. A gasp escaped me when he bit down, the sting barely there before he swiped his tongue over the spot in hot, wet swings.