His grip grows stricter around my neck and I love it. I love that I’m being punished for being too good, too tempting. I’m both an object of misery and a conduit to paradise. Praised and chastised, all at the same time. “You are greedy for my come,” he rasps. “Is that why you choke my cock, little girl? You want to have Daddy’s baby?”
A moan originates from deep inside me, raw and honest. It doesn’t even sound like me when it passes my lips. “Yes.”
Maxim bares his teeth, his features screwing up in a mask of pain. He buries that face in the curve of my neck and latches onto my earlobe, biting and sucking. “It was only matter of time once you matured and started tempting Daddy’s big dick.” His accent is the thickest I’ve heard it, slurred and horny and deep. “Someone was going to put my hot little girl flat on back. Had to make sure was me, da?”
I’m shaking.
The nerve endings in my feminine flesh are gathering together, preparing to disperse like a starburst, and I cry out, the sound cut off by the fighter’s grip around my throat.
“This is just for me, kotik. Otherwise legs stay closed.”
I nod, stutter through an agreement, my thighs beginning to tremble.
Maxim presses down more, bringing my knees up to my ears, his mighty hips bucking hard enough to make me scream. Struggle just a little. As much as I can beneath an unmovable object. Because the tide that rises is so swift, it sweeps me off the rocks and drags me out to sea and I sob and sob, the constrictions of my sex so intense they’re almost painful. The relief is not, though. It’s all-encompassing. It rewards me with a total slackening of my muscles. And all I can do is cling to my fighter’s heaving shoulders as he hits a jagged peak, hoarse calls of my name filling the room, violent tremors holding him in their grip.
Warm, sticky liquid squelches between us, spilling out onto my butt and thighs, the bedclothes. Just like last night, he seems to find a reserve of lust, deep within himself, and just when I think it’s over, he’s battering into me once again, his head thrown back to curse at the ceiling. Until finally he’s emptied himself and his heavy body goes boneless on top of mine, both of us sucking air into our lungs, sweat slicking every inch of our skin.
Maxim lifts his head and looks down at me, my heart swelling over the love in his eyes.
There’s so much affection and care radiating down at me that I’m completely unprepared for the thunderous frown that gathers on his face.
“Hold on, Whitney. I just think of something.” He glances over at the discarded script. “Do you kiss boys in this play?”
6
Maxim
My question turns Whitney’s cheeks pink. She opens her mouth and closes it again.
And I have my answer.
She thinks to kiss boys now that she is mine?
“It’s acting, Maxim. There are no feelings involved.”
My laughter booms through the bedroom, but there is no humor involved. In fact, there is now a vise around my skull and it’s cranking tighter, tighter. I think of another pair of arms beside my own around Whitney, another mouth descending toward hers, and I tear myself away from her sweet body with a choked sound, beginning to pace the floor. “You will no longer do this. Acting is over.”
She jackknifes on the bed. “What? No it isn’t.”
“Oh yes it is. You would have me commit murder against every one of your costars?”
Her gasp brings my back up. “You wouldn’t.”
There is madness in my eyes and I let her see it. Let her understand. “Oh. I would.”
She visibly regroups, gathers herself. “Acting is my job. It’s how I make money to pay for Scout to go to school. It’s how we eat!”
“You have me for that now!” I jerk my pants up around my waist and draw the zipper. “How much is school? I write a check.”
That catches her off guard. “I…I mean…I didn’t expect you to do that.”
“Why is this surprise to you, Whitney?” I tear at my hair, wanting to pull it out by the roots. “Do you not understand by now that I am going to take care of everything for you? All of your life.”
“I would never just assume someone else would pay for Scout’s tuition.” A line forms between her brows. “I mean, Banner offered, but—” She cuts herself off, nervous eyes flying to mine. “N-never mind.”
“Banner.” My blood singes the walls of my veins. “How badly he wanted what is mine. I should have fucking killed him. Maybe I will ask for rematch.”
“There is no need,” she whispers, sliding off the bed and wrapping her arms around my waist. “I’m here, Maxim. I only want you.”
I breathe in through my nose carefully, out through my mouth, trying to calm the storm of jealousy. “Then you will quit this acting?”
“No.”
The thunderheads of my storm darken to black. “Kotik…”
Her arms drop away and she straightens her dress with jerky movements, seeming to gather her thoughts as she does this. “I’m not totally naïve. I realize if we’re going to be together, you will be…helping me and Scout. You made more money last night than I’ll see in a lifetime. But I’m not just going to sit around the house like a kept woman. You picked the wrong girl if that’s what you were expecting.”
“And you picked wrong man if you thought I’d let you kiss anyone else.” I grip her chin, tilting up her face, dark feelings seething inside of me. “Do you know what it does to me? Imagining such a thing? I would rather claw my fucking eyes out than watch it!”
A humorless laugh puffs from her lips. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“I will not change my mind on this, Whitney!” I roar, backing her toward the bed.
“How easily you take away my independence. Everything I am, just stripped away.” She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
Panic filters in through my anger. “No. No, kotik. Was not mistake.”
“I’m a provider. I’m the sister who solves the problems. That’s what I’ve always been and I like who I am. You can’t just turn me useless to make yourself feel secure.”
“That is not what I’m doing.”
Is it?
My feelings for her are overwhelming. I barely know which end is up anymore.
“I want to be alone,” she says. “I have to think.”
There is something caught in my throat. “I don’t think I want you to think.”
Because she could decide I am bad for her.
Maybe I am.
Once again I could not be gentle between her legs. There are marks on her throat, her neck, and I am sure if I looked under her dress, she would be red and swollen from my cock. Now I am shouting at her and making her eyes wet. Am I terrible at having a woman?
God I hope not.
Because I am keeping Whitney. Yet I will be miserable if she isn’t happy.
The time on the bedside clock catches my notice and inwardly, I curse. “My manager was calling because there is event tonight at club. My sponsor is throwing victory party and I have to show up for a while. You will come with me, Whitney. Please.”