Page 24 of Bound Vows (Empire City Syndicate #3)
“The jealousy you’re trying very hard to disguise as concern.
The way you positioned yourself to mark your territory when you entered the room.
The possessive edge in your voice when you referred to me as your husband.
” I smile at her obvious discomfort. “You’re threatened by another woman’s interest.”
“I’m annoyed by another woman’s unprofessional behavior toward my husband. There’s a difference.” Maya finishes the vodka and sets the glass on the desk. “I admit the situation is… irritating.”
“Irritating enough to make you jealous?”
“Irritating enough to make me want to establish clear boundaries about appropriate behavior around married men.” Maya stands and moves toward the door, then pauses to glance back at me with a seductive smile. “Boundaries that might require more direct demonstration than verbal explanation.”
The promise in her voice sends heat straight to my cock, and I watch her leave with growing anticipation of whatever demonstration she has in mind. Maya’s jealousy is unexpected but arousing, especially since it suggests feelings that extend beyond mere legal obligation.
Evening brings Maya to my bedroom wearing nothing but determination and the kind of hunger that makes my blood simmer. She enters without knocking, closes the door behind her, and approaches the bed where I’m reviewing intelligence reports.
“Put those away,” she commands as she climbs onto the bed to straddle my hips. Her hot, naked pussy scorches through my pants, making my hips jerk up on instinct. “We need to discuss boundaries.”
“Do we?” I set the reports aside and slide my hands up her bare thighs. “What kind of boundaries?”
“The kind that make it clear who you belong to.” Maya leans down and bites my lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then soothes the sting with her tongue. “Since subtle approaches seem insufficient.”
“And this is your idea of unsubtle?”
“I’m going to mark my territory so thoroughly that even your delusional intelligence coordinator understands the situation.” Maya reaches between us, frees my cock from my pajamas, and begins trailing kisses down my throat while her hand strokes me torturously slowly.
“You’re playing with fire, Piccola,” I warn as she bites the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Good. I want to burn away any doubt about who you belong to.” Her mouth moves lower, sliding her tongue down my chest while her hand continues its maddening rhythm. When she reaches my nipple and bites gently, I groan and thrust into her grip.
“Maya,” I breathe as she alternates between her mouth and her hand.
“Tell me you’re mine,” she demands against my skin. “Tell me no other woman gets to touch you like this.”
“You know the answer to that.”
“I want to hear you say it.” She increases the pressure of her strokes, circling her thumb around the head of my cock in ways that make my vision blur. “Say it, Andrei.”
“I’m yours,” I admit as she takes me into her mouth without warning, her wet heat and skilled tongue destroying what remains of my control. “Only yours.”
She pulls back just enough to speak. “And don’t you forget it.”
Maya positions herself above me and sinks slowly, taking me inch by devastating inch while maintaining eye contact that makes the claiming feel even more intense.
She sets a punishing rhythm, riding me with such aggression that it feels more like conquest than seduction. She rakes her nails down my chest, leaving marks that will be visible for days, and when I try to flip our positions, she pins my wrists to the mattress.
“My turn to be in control,” she breathes against my ear. “My turn to show you what belongs to me.”
The possessive declaration combined with her tight heat surrounding me drives me toward the edge faster than I expected, but Maya is determined to extract every possible sensation from our joining.
She alternates between grinding motions that make stars explode behind my eyes and lifting movements that drive me insane.
“Harder,” I demand as she establishes a tempo designed to torture us both.
“You don’t get to make demands tonight. Tonight, you remember who your wife is.” Maya increases the pace but maintains control, using my body for her pleasure while ensuring I remain on the knife’s edge of release.
When she finally allows us both to shatter, it’s with a force that leaves us gasping and thoroughly marked by the experience. Maya collapses against my chest with her dark hair spilling across my shoulders while aftershocks pulse through our joined bodies.
“Feel better?” I ask as we recover.
“Much better. Though I reserve the right to reinforce those boundaries if your intelligence coordinator forgets her place again. Some lessons require repetition to be effective.”
“I’ll keep that in mind during future professional meetings.”
“See that you do. Because married men who allow other women to touch them inappropriately might find their wives becoming very creative about boundary enforcement.” Maya lifts her head to meet my eyes. “And you don’t want to discover how creative I can be when properly motivated.”