Page 78 of Scarred Angel

“I’ll make it easy for you,” I whisper. “Leave you little breadcrumbs along the way.”

My hand glides down my bare abdomen, tracing the curve of my hip before I lift my gaze and wet my lips.

“Find me. Catch me. Fuck me.”

Maksim grips the banister, knuckles white, and nods before heading up the ramp. I slip into the maze, using the mirrored walls for balance.

Goddamn this leg. I laugh under my breath. This issonot sexy.

Carefully, I let the boot touch the metal floor and test my weight. The pain is there, but mild, manageable. Then step by step, confidence builds until I’m moving on two feet, deeper into the maze.

“Yes,” I whisper, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and toss it over my shoulder.

I know Maksim isn’t far behind. He’s probably taking his time, following the trail I’m leaving. My pulse races all the same, anticipating his hands on me, inside me. The thought alone makes me shudder.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Ptichka.” His voice echoes through the darkness. “All the ways I’m going to tear you apart.”

I stumble forward, catching myself with a palm against the mirror, breath fogging the glass. Slowly, I hook my thumbs into my shorts and let them slide down my legs until they pool at my ankles.

My reflection stares back at me—bare, flushed, and trembling. And my gaze drifts to the glint of metal splitting my nipple. I tweak one of the barbells and bite my lip as a wave of heat rolls through me.

For a split second, I swear I see him. His reflection behind me, eyes dark.

And then he’s gone.

“Just standing there watching, Maxy?” I taunt, stepping out of my shorts. “Why not come get what you want? Claim what’s yours.”

His deep chuckle ripples through the mirrored hall, the sound feral, curling under my skin and lighting me up from the inside. Every nerve aware of him closing in. Again, I brace on the glass and slip a hand inside my thong. My fingers work in circles around my slick clit, moving to the rhythm of want as I moan his name.

“Maksim,” I breathe, “I want to see what a hundred of me would look like riding that pretty face…each one ruining it.”

A crash splits the air, glass shattering somewhere behind me. With a satisfied smirk, I drag my panties down my legs and shed the soaking fabric. I know we’re near the end, that winning means losing, but pride keeps me moving forward.

“I have a broken leg and you still can’t?—”

My words cut off when Maksim’s strong hand closes around my throat, and he slams me against the wall.

“Found you. Caught you. Now I get to fuck you.”

“Oh no, how devastating,” I say in my best mock-damsel tone, fingers already working his belt.

He laughs and crushes his mouth to mine, his grip tightening just enough to make my pulse stutter.

I dig my nails into his skin.

I’ve never felt like this, never fallen this hard. I’m practically shaking with the need to be filled by him. This…thisis exactlywhat I’ve always craved. That intoxicating rush of euphoria. Not even the speed, the danger, the way the world blurs behind the wheel has ever made me feel this alive. Not the way I do in his arms.

“But first,” I murmur, eyes flicking up to meet his, “your prize.”

His cock springs free as I shove his pants down and sink to my knees. I haven’t seen too many, maybe a handful, but biased or not, Maksim’s is the prettiest, and without a doubt, the biggest. My confidence wavers for a split second before I pull it together, wrap my hand around his thick shaft, and get to work, running my tongue up the underside. The tip is already wet, and I flick it, eyes fluttering shut as the taste of him hits my mouth.

More.

I take him inch by inch, gaze locked on his, until he nudges the back of my throat, and I grin around him, pushing a little further.

“Fuck,” he growls, his fist tangling in my hair.

The sting at my scalp draws a moan from my throat.