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Max

Ihad spent all Saturday bed rotting, so when the knock sounded at my apartment door, my pulse quickened.

I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not him – not tonight.

But when I swung my door open, my breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening.

Connor stood there, dominating the doorway, his broad shoulders framed perfectly by a tailored, obviously expensive, black suit.

He looked like a God – dark brown eyes piercing, tousled hair effortlessly messy, jaw sharper than ever, a subtle dusting of facial hair accentuating his rugged masculinity.

My gaze traveled down, a thin black tie fastened at this throat, his broad chest, covered in crisp white fabric, stretched tight by his perfectly toned chest, all the way down to his powerful hands gripping a sleek garment bag.

My mouth went dry.

God, this man was lethal in a suit.

He smirked slightly, that devilish dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth, reminding me of how truly fucked I was when it came to this man.

“Well, now that I’ve ruined every other man for you, its only fair I take you out on a proper date.”

He handed me the dress bag, eyes intense as they roamed over me.

“Go get ready, sweetheart.

I’m taking you out.”

My heart flipped as I took the bag from him, my fingers trembling slightly.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere special.

Go get dressed,”

he commanded softly, his voice a seductive promise, handing me a pair of strappy black heels.

He brushed past me into the living room as I turned towards the bathroom obediently, my heart thundering against my ribs.

I pulled the dress from the garment bag, my eyes going wide at the beauty of it as I slipped it on.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, the floor length dress, blood red in colour, fit me like a glove.

It had a halter neck, with a plunging neckline that settled in a deep V just above my belly button.

The back was incredible, fully open, dropping down to the base of my spine, revealing the small dimples that sat there.

The right-hand side of the dress split all the way to my mid thigh, revealing one long, toned leg.

I styled my hair to hang loosely around my shoulders in little waves, my make-up sultry to match the dress.

A smoky eyeshadow look, complimented with a small eyeliner wing and curled lashes.

I couldn’t forget my signature lip, the one I knew drove Connor mad.

I spritzed a light shower of Bianca latte perfume on and took one last look in the mirror.

I looked beautiful, truly.

The dress, the shoes? He had chosen so well.

A knock came at the bathroom door, and I took a deep inhale before opening it.

Connor stood there, utterly still apart from the movement of his chest.

His eyes darkened to molten black, his jaw tightening as I watched him drink me in greedily – like a starving man who was finally about to satiate his hunger.

I had never felt more beautiful, more powerful, more wanted.

“You look exquisite,”

he rasped, stepping towards me.

His thumb brushed gently over my jaw, his eyes tracing the line of my body beneath the floor-length dress.

“How does somebody as perfect as you come to be.

You are too incredible to exist in a world as mundane as this, Maxine.”

The way he purred my name made me flush, heat spreading through my entire body as he took my hand, twirling me in a circle to take me in.

“Can I?”

He asked gently, holding up a small necklace box, his voice suddenly tender.

I nodded, instinctively turning to allow him access to my neck, but his hand stopped me.

“No, my little fox, this one fastens at the front.”

I stayed still, my breath hitching as he stepped up to me, placing the necklace around my throat, securing it with a small click.

I glanced down at the small black heart that fastened the necklace closed.

He turned me to face the bathroom mirror, his chest pressed against my back, one hand idly stroking the necklace, the other holding a tiny key up beside me.

“To everyone else, it’s just a necklace.

But anyone brave enough to get close will see its actually a lock,”

he murmured into my ear, his hand trailing from the necklace up to my throat, staring into my eyes through the mirror.

“You’re mine now, Max.

Permanently.”

Before I could even react, he tossed the key into the toilet and flushed, my heart hammering wildly.

He turned me to face him, his eyes possessive.

“I don’t share, Maxine.”

He cupped my jaw, tilting my chin to look directly into his eyes.

“I’m past the point of willing to let you go, and now you’re branded, wearing a piece of me forever.”

His possessiveness should’ve scared me, but instead, it sent a thrill rushing through my veins as desire burned hot between us.

He turned me back toward the mirror one last time, his fingers brushing the side of my throat, grazing my pulse.

“Doesn’t your throat look so much prettier with a collar around it, princess?” He asked.

I nodded, swallowing hard as I watching his fingers trail across my neck.

“Mine.”

He growled.

“Yours.”

I whispered in return.

He led me down to the awaiting cab, his hand never leaving the small of my back.

Every touch I felt his possessive claim on me, the necklace a burning reminder of who I truly belonged to.

Him.

I was his.

He had well and truly laid his claim on me, and I was more than willing to let him.

The private dinner was stunning – a sleek penthouse at the highest point of the city, with floor to ceiling windows that bathed the room in golden lights as the sun began to descend.

This view overlooked everything, the world seemed to stretch endlessly around us; a sprawling landscape of shimmering lights, the ocean in the distance, all set beneath a velvet sky.

Connor stood behind me, strong arms wrapped protectively around my waist as I gazed out the window.

“I know you dream of travelling,”.

He whispered in my ear.

“That’s why I brought you here, so you can feel like you’re on top of the world.”

I turned, my brow furrowing slightly.

“How did you—”

He hesitated, his eyes flickering for a fraction of a second, before a playful smile curved his mouth.

“You told me, sleepily, after the last time I fucked you into oblivion.”

My face flushed hotly.

I didn’t quite believe him, but the heat of his body pressed against mine melted away any suspicions instantly.

I leaned back into him, breathing him in and surrendering to the feeling of being so wholly possessed.

His fingers traced slowly up my thigh, up beneath the dangerously high slit of my dress.

I gasped softly as his thumb brushed teasingly against my skin, heat pooling deep in my belly.

His breathing grew heavy as his hand climbed higher.

“There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t follow,”

his words were breathy against my throat, his teeth scraping softly against my sensitive skin.

“I’d burn down this entire fucking world just to keep you within my grasp.”

A shiver of pleasure raced through me, mixing with a small thrilling edge of fear.

“Someone could see…”

I whispered breathlessly.

“Let them watch,”

he rasped darkly.

“Let them see who owns you.

Let them see who gets to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world, Maxine.”

A moan escaped my lips when his finger slipped inside me, my body betraying any logic.

My knees nearly gave out beneath me as he slid in a second, holding me tightly against him by my throat.

My hands pressed against the window as he relentlessly working me until I shattered in his arms, legs trembling me as he effortlessly held me upright.

“Such a good girl,”

he whispered, gently kissing my temple before sliding his fingers into his mouth, savouring my taste with a wicked grin.

“Fucking delicious.”

We spent the evening dining on incredible food and drinking expensive wine, our laughter mingling effortlessly as he opened up a whole new side to me.

Conner was charming, witting, attentive in ways I never expected.

The ruthless, obsessive stalker had vanished, replaced by a man who seemed utterly fucking normal, despite looking like he was created by the mind of Michelangelo.

“So,”

I murmured, swallowing a mouthful of wine.

“Just how far does the stalking go?”

He paused, glancing up at me from his own glass.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Connor, how far does it go.

What boundaries have you crossed, I need to know if you want me to trust you.”

He inhaled, “It started when I saw you at the café.

You caught my attention instantly.

From there, I asked Mel a few questions, where you worked, how often you came here...”

he continued, “I have a problem when I become interested, I get a little...

obsessive.”

“Yeah, no shit”

I gestured to the necklace.

He let out a breathy laugh.

“I did follow you from work, to see where you lived, and I did start leaving you roses.”

He eyed me cautiously, testing me.

“So,”

I said, “you asked a few questions, followed me from work, and learned my schedule to make sure you were at the café every time I was?”

“Uh, yeah.

I liked watching you.”

He smirked.

“And that’s it?”

That’s it.

Like thats not fucking crazy enough.

“That’s it.”

He nodded, a small smile on his mouth like he wasn’t quite saying everything he wanted to.

I didn’t fully believe him, but I didn’t want to push and ruin the date.

My heart, the traitorous bitch, softened with every touch, every smile, every stolen kiss he placed over every inch of my body.

It was too easy to forget that this man was actually a dangerous stalker, even easier to fall for him.

I so desperately wanted to be cautious, but the line was already blurred beyond recognition.

“So,”

I finally ventured, swirling my wine nervously, “what exactly is this? What are we?”

His gaze softened, eyes glittering.

“We’re us, Max.

I'm yours, and you’re mine.

Isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t a conventional answer, but then again, we weren’t exactly conventional people.

And whatever he was, boyfriend felt like too casual of a word to describe what this man had become to me.

I let it rest there, because deep down, I knew I had fallen in love.

A dangerous, fucked-up type of love that was all consuming.

By the time we returned to my apartment, Connor had shattered my defences completely.

As he kissed me gently at the door, I knew I’d fallen and fallen hard.

“Stay,”

I whispered.

Not a demand, but a pathetic, desperate plea.

His eyes widened slightly at my request, clearly surprised by my sudden vulnerability that wasn’t whispered in sleep.

But without a word, he nodded and followed me inside.

We curled up on the sofa, basking in the silence after the most incredible date, and I knew exactly how to thank him for such a beautiful night.

“Connor…”

I purred, lifting my head from his chest, my fingers trailing lazily over the open buttons of his shirt.

“Yeah?”

His voice was rough with exhaustion, edged with a delicious huskiness that made between my thighs throb.

“You know,”

I said, letting my fingers dance playfully along his bare chest where his shirt was slightly undone, “you’ve mentioned something twice now.”

His eyebrow arched, intrigued.

“And what’s that, princess?”

“That you normally like women in control.”

My lips curled into a wicked smirk as his eyes flashed with surprise – and immediate excitement.

“Maybe its my turn to see how much of a good boy you can be.”

Before he could respond, I was straddling his lap, the silk of my dress riding up to my hips, exposing my thighs.

His breath caught, eyes igniting instantly.

His pupils dilated, and I could feel his pulse accelerate beneath my fingertips as I traced his throat, my nails slightly scraping his jaw.

“Max,”

he rasped, voice strangled, yet laced with dark intensity.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, Connor,”

I whispered seductively, slowly grinding my hips down onto his already-hardening cock, relishing in the quiet groan that slipped from his lips.

“I think it’s obvious.”

I stood from the sofa, pulling him with me, leading him to the bedroom.

I pushed him down onto the mattress, watching as he pushed up onto his elbows to see what I was doing.

Remaining stood at the end of the bed, I took a step back, slipping the dress slowly from my shoulders, allowing it to slide down whilst I sensually moved my hips, letting it pool at my feet.

Standing naked in front of him, completely exposed, yet somehow feeling utterly powerful, I watched as his eyes roamed hungrily across every inch of my body.

I stepped forward, straddling him as he sat up, my lips brushing against his ear.

“Tonight, you’re under my control, and if you’re good, maybe – just maybe – I’ll let you cum.”

Connor let out a rough groan, his strong hands gripping my waist possessively, pulling me flush against him.

But I wasn’t ready to give in so quickly.

I pushed back firmly, pinning his arms above his head on the mattress, enjoying his sharp inhale.

“You like giving control up, right?”

I whispered, lips brushing against his throat as I rolled my hips, slowly grinding against the hardness pressing against my heat.

“You like being at the mercy of someone else?”

He swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing.

“Fuck, yes,”

he breathed, eyes glazing with lust, submission flashing across his gorgeous face.

“Good,”

My mouth curled into a sadistic smile.

“Then tonight, I’m taking it all.

Strip for me, Connor.”

His eyes darkened further; his breathing heavy as I climbed off.

I watched as he slowly peeled away his shirt, his broad chest and muscled shoulders accentuated with his movements.

He stood, undoing his belt painfully slowly, pushing his pants down his hips, letting them sit around his feet as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his Calvin’s.

My mouth went dry, the way he slightly flexed his abs, teasing me one last time before I took full control.

My eyes trailed over the deep v that led straight down to his thick, veined cock.

God, this man was perfection personified.

Once the last of his clothes hit the floor, I padded over to the drawers and slid open the bottom one, grabbing the soft cuffs I kept hidden away.

“On your back. Now,”

I commanded softly, but there was no mistaking my tone.

Without hesitation, he obeyed, laying back on my bed, eyes filled with anticipation.

His vulnerability made him even more tempting, even more beautiful.

His messy dark hair, his jaw clenched tight, his muscles tense beneath that olive-toned skin – I felt drunk on the sight of him.

Straddling his waist, I leaned forward, quickly and gently pressing my lips against his as I took his wrists, cuffing each one securely to my headboard.

His eyes watched me intensely, trusting me entirely, yet completely at my mercy.

“Now, Connor,”

I whispered, leaning close enough that our lips barely touched, “I’m going to make you beg.”

A low groan vibrated in his throat, and I smiled before kissing him deeply, biting at his lower lip until he gasped, the slight taste of copper filling our mouths where I broke skin.

Pulling away slightly, I licked at the blood on his lip before lowering myself to slowly trail my tongue down the column of his throat, giving him slight nips with my teeth before continuing on down to his chest.

I took my time, tormenting every inch of his delicious skin, tasting, biting, marking him the way he had claimed me just hours before.

He hissed through clenched teeth when I kissed lower, deliberately avoiding his aching cock, instead teasing the sensitive skin of his muscled thighs, scratching down his legs lightly with my nails, making his body jerk and tense beneath my touch.

“Max, fuck,”

he groaned. “Please—”

“Please what?”

I teased, my breath ghosting over his painfully hard cock, smirking when it twitched in response.

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Touch me,”

he begged, eyes blazing.

My hand gently stroked his length, just enough to torture, never enough to satisfy.

“Like this?”

“Goddammit, yes – more!”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, the thickness of it stopping my hand from fully closing.

I slowly moved, pumping him at a painfully low speed as he groaned.

I used my other hand to trail my nails over his balls, watching as he shuddered under the sensation, enjoying every second.

I pumped quicker, watching a bead of pre-cum glisten on the tip of his cock.

I leant forward, gently using my tongue to lap it up, moaning as I tasted him.

He gasped, begging me for more.

Instead, I moved away, climbing back up his body, my pussy hovering inches above his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

“You’ll cum when I say, Connor.

Not a second sooner.”

He cursed, jaw clenched, sweat glistening over his chest.

His muscles strained beautifully against the restraints, powerful and helpless.

I reached down, using the head of his cock to rub against my clit, sliding him up and down, letting him feel how wet and ready I was for him.

He stared at me wide eyed, “Fuck, Max.

You’re so fucking wet.

Please, please, I need you.”

He panted.

I held him at my entrance, guiding him into me slowly, inch by inch, a soft moan escaping me, until I was fully seated, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure.

I rode him hard, relentlessly bringing us both close to the edge, my nails marking his chest, my mouth biting and licking at his jaw, this throat, teasing him until he was trembling beneath me.

“Please,”

he begged, his voice raw, “please, Max, let me cum”

I slowed my movements, torturously grinding against him, feeling his hips thrust desperately upward, seeking relief.

“Not yet,”

I whispered, smiling down at his utterly tortured expression.

He was beautiful like this – broken, desperate, begging for release.

I teased him over and over, bringing him to the brink, before denying him again and again, loving the way he completely surrendered to me.

Tears of desperation pricked the corners of his eyes, the veins in his forearms protruding as he tugged at his restraints.

“Please, Max,”

he groaned again, a raw sound ripped from deep within him a sound of complete surrender.

I slowly rolled my hips, my head tossed back, letting my clit grind on his groin until my orgasm tore through me, my nails digging into his chest hard enough to draw blood.

Finally satisfied, I leaned down, pressing my lips to his ear.

“Now, Connor.

Come for me.”

I purred, bouncing myself up and down on his cock, drawing out his orgasm.

His entire body shuddered violently beneath me as he let go with a deep, strangled cry, spilling himself deep inside me, his body wracked with nerves of pleasure so intense, one of the tears escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek.

I leaned back, breathing easily as I watched him slowly come back to himself, utterly wrecked and beautiful beneath me.

His dark brown eyes met mine, glazed with pleasure, adoration, and something deeper.

I slid him out from inside me and slowly crawled up his body, so I was straddling his chest.

I looked down at him, his beautiful face laced with exhaustion.

“I’m going to sit on your face now baby, and you’re going to eat your cum out of my pussy until I finish, okay?”

Before he had chance to respond, I lowered myself onto his face, a gasp of pleasure escaping me as his tongue entered my pussy.

I rocked my hips as he ate me, my legs shaking with pure ecstasy as my orgasm crashed over me.

I released him gently, placing soft kisses on his lips, tasting both of our pleasure on his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest.

My heart was racing, my body humming with a deep satisfaction I’d never felt before.

“That was fucking incredible.

You, are fucking incredible.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, sweetheart.”

He rasped.

“You did amazing, good boy.”

He chuckled sleepily, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

I had claimed Connor in every sense of the word, marked him, consumed him entirely – and I knew from the way he held me now that he had willingly given himself completely to me.

That night, as he held me, stroking my hair gently, I knew this was no longer a game of cat and mouse.

This was love, for me anyway.

Dark, twisted, all-consuming, but undeniably real.

I wasn’t sure at exactly what point Connor had gone from my hot stalker who gave me mind blowing sex, to the man I couldn’t imagine ever letting go.

Maybe it was when he started making my days feel lighter, maybe it was when he reassured me at the Café that I was safe.

Fuck, maybe it was even after the first time he laid claim to my body and made me orgasm so hard that I truly did believe I was sleeping with the devil.

But I knew now, he wasn’t the only one that had an obsession anymore.

He had become my favourite addiction.

Dangerous, consuming, and utterly irresistible.