by SE Chardou
He was married and I’d always been his mistress, his piece on the side whenever I blew through town. Yes, I’d eventually fallen in love with him but I knew we could never have a future. He loved his wife and children; I would never be one of those women who could ever break up a happy home. I let him go and I was okay with that.
However, if I’d known he’d eventually become my brother-in-law and a permanent part of my life, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so blasé the last time we’d spoken to one another. Truth be told, I didn’t know what to say to him because every time I saw him, I was reminded of the shame and the forbidden. I’d fucked a married man knowingly and got pregnant with his baby, gave the child up for adoption to my dysfunctional surrogate family and some of the most sworn enemies of Lucifer’s Saints. What exactly was there to say?
Maybe that’s why Mila’s death weighed so heavily on my conscience. She’d destroyed my family and I’d become her in a way. I also seduced a married man and refused to keep a child. I, too, now was going to be a mother and this child was special enough for me to keep because I would be married. Somehow this was more disturbing than the abortions I endured during my teenage years.
Would that boy grow up, and one day seek me out? Would he be a thug, a member of the White Knights, with swastika and Hitler inspired tattoos covering his body? What would his reaction be when he found out his father belonged to a rival biker gang?
I was so dizzy by the time I arrived into the bedroom suite I shared with my fiancé, I collapsed on the edge of our elaborate California King bed, and held my face in my hands as I quietly sobbed. This should have been one of the happiest times in my life and yet, I truly felt like I was falling apart at the seams.
So self-absorbed was my own pity and misery, I hadn’t realized Max had come into the room until he wrapped his arms around me, and I surrendered into his warm embrace.
“Babe, what’s the matter? You’re a wreck right now and have been since you spoke to Rose. What the hell did she tell you?”
It was easier not to say anything at all as he continued to stroke my hair and hold me like a delicate child. To be honest, I felt almost suspended in a state of arrested development—at that moment in time, I was a thirteen-year-old frightened virgin who’d just been snatched from my dead parents’ home like some kind of twisted film made for HBO. The self-assured, independent woman was gone, gone, gone. I don’t know if I would ever be able to reclaim her but God knows at that moment I wanted her desperately back.
I had never been perfect but never had I been so weak before in all my life. I didn’t want to have to depend on Max to give me the strength I needed to go on. Not when there were so many hidden dangers I could only look out for myself and be objective about. Karina being the main culprit. To this day, I didn’t trust her and there was no telling what she might do if she ever found out the truth. If she knew I killed her mother, suicide mission or not, she would embark upon it, and most definitely murder me.
I wiped my eyes with my hands and straightened my posture as we separated. “Hormones. You know being pregnant is a real bitch.” I smiled half-heartedly. “I’ll be glad when it’s over so I can be strong again . . . the way I used to be . . .”
Max stared at me intensely with electric aquamarine eyes as he palmed my face into his hands. “Mags, you don’t have to be anyone but yourself. You do realize now that you’re becoming a mother, it’s only natural for you to think about your own parents and childhood? I can’t imagine the pain and the loss you are feeling right now because they aren’t here to share your good news. You have to start from scratch and try to remember what a good mother Sophia was to you.”
He paused and sat beside me, wrapping his arm my shoulder and pulling me closer into his manly warmth. “It’s also going to bring up emotions that you thought were over and done with like your other child . . . the one you were forced to give away. This baby is lucky enough to be born into a world where he or she has two loving parents yet your first wasn’t. My twin brother fathered your first-born child and now you have to see him and work with him again, all the while knowing you’re pregnant with my child.”
“Amongst other issues.” I looked away and stared off into space before my eyes found his own again. “I want us to get married before the baby is born but I don’t want to make a big deal about it. After we finish this job for Angelo, we’ll go off somewhere and have a quickie ceremony in Vegas and then just leave. We can go anywhere we want. Grand Cayman, Saint Martin—I want us to be alone to make love and to surround ourselves in the warmth of our deepest emotions for each other, and our unborn child. What do you think?”
“You do realize Angelo and Rose will be furious?”
“I don’t give a shit about how they feel. It’s not their lives but yours and mine. When it all comes down to it, it’ll always be you and me. I won’t allow anyone to control my life, not even my own family.” I frowned, not realizing the anger boiling underneath the surface, setting my veins on fire with emotions I hadn’t faced in a long time. “Angelo is no saint and at this point, I don’t want him to do anything for me. I want you alone.”
Max kissed my forehead; his lips lingering before he reluctantly pulled them away. “Then your wish is my command.”
I embraced him again and smiled.
This time, it was actually genuine.
Chapter Ten
Max
Max awoke Christmas morning with a special present for his gorgeous fiancée—morning wood that he wanted to satisfy in only one, delectable way: buried in the warmth of her lush body. It was remarkable how much her body had begun to change already in such a short time period. Her breasts filled out and she’d already brought new bras to help with the generous flesh that made her appear to be even more of a woman.
Her skin positively glowed like one of those Photoshopped magazine ads but hers was natural and completely gorgeous. It was a turn on to compare his alabaster complexion to her rich yet light olive complexion. Her hair fanned around her like a goddess and she wore the skimpiest of negligées to bed.
He wrapped his arms possessively around her waist and pulled her closer to him until she was cocooned and he felt like his cock might burst if he didn’t take her. The kisses he rained upon her neck were slow and tortuous while another hand wandered down between her legs and teased her clit through the lace thong she wore.
Soon, her body began to respond and she moaned out loud as the wetness soaked the flimsy material and she turned toward him, his lips claiming her own in sweet yet vulnerable way. Yes, she was his fiancée, and he wanted to please her but only if it was something she wanted him to do. He’d never forced himself on her and he wouldn’t do it now, even if she cried “no” at the last minute.
Max loved the feel of her soft lips and tongue pressed against his own, he deepened their kiss as his fingers wrapped around her head and drew her as close to him as possible.
“Strip me,” Mags murmured as soon as their lips parted from one another’s.
He didn’t have to be told a second time as he ripped the silk straps of her negligée and allowed their bodies to separate long enough for him to slide the flimsy material down her body and grabbed her thong in the process. As soon as he’d thrown her clothes to the floor and her long, silky legs parted, revealing her pussy, so wet, perfect and waiting for him to sink his dick inside, he couldn’t deny anything she wanted him to do.
They were comfortable enough with one another that she’d never questioned his sexual ritual before. Everything had to be orderly and on his terms but at that moment, he wanted—needed—to bring a little chaos into their love life. It was innate and not even something he could control.
Max’s fingers stroked her mound, parting her open with his fingers, and reveled at the beauty of her hard clit and that place which brought him so much pleasure. His fingers left her, panting for more. They immediately went to his nose where he inhaled the sweet musky scent of her before he sucked her juices off his fin
gers as if she were the most perfect aphrodisiac created.
He moved his body further down hers, kissing her breasts and the barely noticeable bump that was her stomach before he settled between her spread thighs. His tongue parted her and instantly began to suckle on her hardened clit as two fingers entered her and stroked the spongy tissue of her G-spot.
Mags arched her back. “Oh my God. Fuck me with your mouth and fingers, baby.”
She’d always been a very consummate lover but that morning, he could feel that feral, primal part of her. She was completely open and exposed to him, not only physically but emotionally too. There was no way he could take advantage of this situation; his tongue and fingers followed her orders until she writhed with passion and collapsed all around him.
Her juices soaked his fingers and her pussy pulsated around him as he continued to lick and suck her clit with animal abandon. As he felt her come down from her high, she sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him onto the bed with a strength he didn’t even know she possessed.
Mags sat on top of his naked body and grasped his cock in her hands, her fingers stroking him before she pulled at his Prince Albert. The combination of pleasure and pain made him breathe harder. She quickly made up for it when she positioned herself over him and lowered him into the wet, tight depth of her pussy. He was overcome with a feeling of primal ecstasy he hadn’t experienced in ages.
Having sex with her, fucking her, making love to her was always a joy he felt grateful to be apart of but this was something else. She rode him with abandon, her full breasts bounced up and down as she slid up and down on his shaft with the expert of a porn star with the face of an angel. Her gorgeous gray-green eyes were half open, her lips parted in such a wanton and forbidden expression of unashamed need.
Max knew about her recent insecurities and how she didn’t feel like herself but right then and there, she was taking what was hers back. The woman she feared had gone away and might not return had come back with a vengeance. She was no one’s victim and she refused to ask for something that was rightfully hers.
Truth be told, he’d always belonged to her, from the moment he’d been given the assignment of quietly watching her all those years ago. Yes, he knew about her past and her affair with his brother but there wasn’t anything he’d gotten out of her Max hadn’t received in return with dividends.
Now Mags belonged to him and he would never let her go, no matter who he had to maim, injure or kill to keep her. It wasn’t in his DNA to allow anything that he owned to be taken away and although they both belonged and owned one another, he was determined never to let her go ever again.
He would never allow her to be put into danger and no one would take advantage of her. This was his solemn vow, even if he didn’t vocalize this promise, all she needed to know was how he instinctively felt.
Mags’ muscles tightened around his cock and he felt her again reach that pinnacle of ultimate desire and pleasure. He sat up and pulled her body as close as possible, her soft breasts pressed against his sinewy yet muscular chest, and he claimed her gorgeous mouth again. She actively participated with a lush and fierce desire to please him as much as he took great pride in making her feel just as much—if not more—from their sexual exploits than he received.
Her arms wrapped his neck before he flipped them over and pinned her to the bed. His cock slipped slightly but he still managed to stay inside her and when he began to fuck her, hard and rough, she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist.
“You like that?” he whispered against her lips.
“Make me beg for it. Harder, rougher.”
Max’s heart skipped a beat. She was pregnant and he didn’t want her to lose the baby because he couldn’t control what was in his nature to do. As her fingernails dug gashes into his back and the pain registered, he grabbed her wrists and pressed them harshly against the bed.
“You want it rough?”
“Yes.”
All decorum left as he pounded into her and she responded in kind like an animal. He kissed her but her teeth grabbed his bottom lip and bit it hard enough to draw blood before she lapped it up with a gentle tongue.
Desecration.
Violation.
Penetration.
She wanted it all and he gave it to her with flourish and without any guilt attached to fucking her, as she demanded. It was the most beautiful and the most fearless act he’d ever done with her but it was also absolute freedom.
He couldn’t describe their carnal act any other way, and when she screamed out his name in pure emotional ecstasy, he was right there with her as he came inside her harder than he’d ever come in his life.
No one had ever allowed him to be himself without the attachment of shame following quickly afterwards but the feeling never surfaced.
Even after he let her go, he surveyed the damage of their rough play. Her wrists were badly bruised, and would turn an ugly shade of purple before the end of the day. His skin, embedded underneath her fingernails, was the main reason why his back hurt in a way that raised old scars he thought he’d long forgotten about, but it was worth it.
She clutched his face with her soft hands and pulled him close to her. He was still buried inside her but he could feel himself growing soft. “You don’t think I get you but I do, honey. I always have—why do you think I won’t allow Angelo to touch a single hair on your head? You’ve always been the one for me and that hasn’t changed. Not now and it never will . . . don’t you understand that?”
Max gazed into those gorgeous eyes of hers and could truly glimpse inside the heart that beat inside one of the strongest, and the most beautiful woman he’d ever been blessed to know. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can control my urges but you know it’s not something I can change. It’s embedded into my DNA, and unfortunately, you fell for someone like me. I will never be the hearts and flowers type, Mags.”
Mags shook her head. “I don’t want hearts and flowers because I wouldn’t know what to do with that, Max. I may have been an innocent and sweet flower many years ago but the child is gone and that part of me is dead. There’s only me—the dark, sick, twisted psychopath who can easily take a person’s life and then come home and fuck you with abandon. We were meant to be together just the way we are. It’s the deal we made with the devil a long time before we ever met Angelo. Little did we know he was pulling the strings all along . . .”
Max didn’t pursue her line of thought any further. Instead he rolled over and sat up, grabbed her arm and easily picked her up. They took a shower together though wandering hands led to another quickie that was as awkward as it was pleasurable in the shower.
After they dressed and he examined his lip in the mirror, he realized it felt worse than it looked. There was nothing about their violent tryst that couldn’t be hidden by clothing, and they both dressed accordingly.
He wrapped his arms around her as she stood in front of a full-length mirror, examining her perfect silhouette in a scarlet fitted cashmere dress that ended just above the knee. She pulled up the sleeves to reveal the bruises.
“Thank God I have some Dermablend on hand. I’ll have to use it today. I can’t have uncle dearest finding out about our twisted sex life.” She smiled at him in the mirror.
“What did you mean?”
“What are you talking about?” she questioned back as she turned around and straightened his scarlet tie that matched her dress.
“I mean about Angelo pulling the strings all along?”
One of her perfect eyebrows rose with a hint of menace. “I’m not exactly sure my parents’ death was actually the accident he painted it to be. I know what Mila did and what she told Dimitri but why do I have a sneaking suspicion Koslakov was working with my uncle? I don’t know . . . it’s just something about this latest assignment. Angelo hurts people who hurt him in a deeply personal way and Rose . . . revealed some very interesting family history.
“Perhaps my mother’s death was a kin
d of punishment and what happened to me . . . well, that was because of who my father was,” Mags continued in a quiet voice. “I had to pay for his past sins before he would accept me into the family fold. The man hated my father with a passion—despised him and would have done anything to stop my mother from marrying him.”
“But what convinces you he had anything to do with it?” Max turned away from her lest she saw the truth revealed to her in his eyes. “You know what Dimitri is capable of and your uncle loved your mother so much. He would have never been that kind of monster to do that to his sister.”
She laughed though it was mirthless. “Angelo is a monster and a devil, Max. You knew when we decided to join his family; you were trading one evil for another. I won’t insult your intelligence. Look at me. Truly, look at me—I beg you.”
He faced her and stared at her for a long time. The only passing resemblance she had to her mother was her natural golden glow but it was the hard cold truth. She looked exactly like a female version of her father except she didn’t have Riggs’ mesmerizing blue eyes. There was a bit of her mother in that lush mouth and around the eyes but the rest of her features were a feminized version of the man her mother truly loved.
“He couldn’t handle looking at this,” she pointed at her face, “for the past twelve years. It was only recently he could face me at all and by then, the damage had been done. Wouldn’t you say I paid for both my parents’ sins? They fell in love and he needed to punish them even though he’d already pissed all over their graves. If you ask me, the man is brilliant . . . and sick. He’s no different than us or maybe he is because no matter how much a blood relative disappointed me, I would have never subjected them to the hell I endured.”