by Crimson Syn
“Move those naughty undies aside, sweetheart, and slide your fingers right through that silkiness. Picture me there with you, my tongue flat against that delicious pussy you have, curling against that hard little clit.”
“Oh!” She yelled out and I could hear the faint sound of a wet pussy being rubbed. A sound that made me growl and grip my cock tighter.
“That’s my good girl, rub that pretty clit for me in slow circles. I know what you like, beautiful. I know just how to drive that beautiful body of yours insane.”
“Max,” she gasped. “Max, please. Please don’t stop. I need you.”
“I need you too, beautiful. I need to plunge my cock into that tight little hole of yours.” She whimpered and I continued. “You’d like that, my dick sliding into you?”
“Yes! God, I’d love that,” she panted for me and mewled and it only urged me further.
“I want to fuck you my beautiful, Victoria. I want to feel that tight pussy swallowing my cock as I make you mine over and over again.”
“Fuck! This is so wrong,” she whined as I continued to imagine her curvaceous arse consuming my dick.
“Yes baby, so wrong. It’s so perfectly wrong. But it feels so good though, doesn’t it?”
“Max. Max, I’ve never...” she interrupted her own thoughts with a sexy little moan and I gripped the phone tight as my fist wrapped around the girth of my cock. White fluid started to spurt out onto my hand and I groaned wishing she was with me. Wishing to taste her, to touch her. I’d never experienced a hunger as intense as this. This woman had me wrapped around her little finger and it alarmed and enticed me all at once.
“Tell me Victoria,” my voice was a rough plea and I didn’t even care. “Tell me what you’re imagining. I need to know.”
“Max, I can’t...”
“Just picture it and whisper it,” I groaned and she mewled prettily into the phone. She was caught between stopping and giving in and God was I hoping she’d give in.
“Y-you, between my legs, pinning my arms down.”
I grunted. “So naughty. And what am I doing to you between those soft thighs, Victoria.”
“Punishing me,” she whispered and whined all at the same time and I could feel the stirring in my gut.
“Punishing you? Why would I punish you, sweet girl?”
“For being so dirty,” she whispered and I groaned.
Fuck, she was sinful. “You’re so sexy baby, and I can assure you I want to get you so fucking dirty.”
“Max, yes. Fuck me.”
Her soft whimpers escalated the experience and I leaned my head back on the couch picturing her soft pliant body squirming on the mattress. I imagined loose tendrils of her dark hair framing her beautiful features, and those amber eyes burning right through me, into parts of me that hadn’t been tapped into in so long. So fucking long.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she told me how much she needed me. How good I felt to her and how she missed my kisses on her soft skin. She was lost in her own fantasy and she was taking me along for the ride. A sensual ride that had me humping like crazy and acting like a crazed, hormonal adolescent. I grunted and groaned only for her, telling her just how she made me feel. I can’t even remember half the things I spoke out loud as I enjoyed every fucking second of our experience.
I stroked my cock picturing her two supple tits bouncing above my face as she fucked herself on me. Her moans soon turned into breathless screams and as she let go I pumped my cock even harder for her.
“Cum for me, beautiful. Let go on my powerful cock.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned and I loved those shaky breaths, remembering just how good she trembled on my dick.
“Fuck!” I yelled out and lifted my hips as hot, thick spunk flew out the tip and across my thighs and lower abs. I grunted as I came for her. Her moans filling my head as we both took ourselves over that steep cliff.
“Maxwell,” she breathed and started to laugh. It was a sweet, girly laugh, one that was completely contagious.
“Did you like that?” I chuckled.
She sounded euphoric as she contained her giggles and sighed happily. “You make me do dirty things, Mr. Cunningham.”
“And you like doing them for me, don’t you my dirty girl?”
“Mmmmm, yes Sir.”
“Fuck,” I whispered and passed a hand through my hair. “Donuts.”
“What?” She giggled.
“They like donuts and coffee.”
“Ahhhh, of course. And yourself? What would my naughty boss like?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I’ll eat my sweet right after the meeting. Make sure to stay behind Miss Petrov. Wouldn’t want you to miss every detail of the tasks that I have planned to give you. You have a lot to learn.”
She gave out a sexy little hum before answering. “I’ll make sure to listen to every word you say.”
Oh, she was a Vixen. A desirable little nymph and for the first time, in a long time, I couldn’t wait to get to work the next morning.
6
VICTORIA
How is it that someone could crawl into your heart so quickly? I swear, I’d only known Max for a short time but he’d managed to make his little niche in my heart and he didn’t seem to want to move out of there. My instincts told me to run. To run as far away from him as possible. But my heart pulled me to him, begged me to stay, made me believe that things could be different with him.
Just stay with him, it would scream. Tell him the truth.
Oh, I wanted to, but how could I without putting my father in danger. I’d done what they’d asked of me. I’d somehow managed to enter Drake Archer’s department and made my way to that back panel room. Towers of systems stood side by side and as instructed I placed the magnetic box against two of the panels. On my way out I came across Lee and when he asked where I was coming from I had simply told him I got lost as I was looking for him. I explained that Max had told me if I needed anything to go to him and he’d bought the story easily. He spent the rest of the morning going over schedules and teaching me programs I had no idea how to use. Unknowingly he had become my alibi.
I’d spoken to Professor Marx earlier in the evening, updating him on what had happened. He’d sounded so tired, so devastated. I wasn’t sure how much longer we were going to be able to hold on. Neither one of us. He’d again begged me to tell Max, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was too risky at this point, too personal. I was afraid to lose him. I was scared that he’d never look at me the same way again.
The thought of not having him in my life anymore, it just tore me to shreds. He was too close now, and I had gone too deep. I wanted to give him everything, all of me, every last little piece even if turned out shattered and destroyed. He was everything I ever dreamed of. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, I had no clue how to walk away from him when I wanted to run into his waiting arms. I wanted to sink into him, be wrapped in his warmth, and never let go.
I turned in his arms and stared at his sleeping face. God, he was so bloody handsome. I smiled as I traced the edge of his nose with my fingertip and he gave me a lopsided grin, his eyes remaining closed as he murmured sleepily.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I can’t sleep,” I whispered, my eyes flying to the window where the moonlight drifted in. I sighed and snuggled closer to him.
He ran a hand down my back and held me tightly to him. All I could think at that moment was how perfect he was. He'd taken me out to dinner earlier and hadn't let me go, luring me back to his place under the pretense that we had work to finish. Lies. The man had work to finish alright and he was an expert at finishing the job over and over again all night.
I giggled and draped my leg around his thigh. His other hand came around to my leg and we lay quietly as he caressed me. After a while, the sound of rain pattered against the window.
“It’s raining,” I murmured sleepily.
He hummed in agreement and I nestled into his chest, loving the
sound.
“I like holding you Victoria,” he stated softly, and my heart soared. “I like having you in my bed, by my side. I never thought I could feel it again.”
“Feel what again, Darling?”
“Peace,” he looked down at me and I barely made out his bright blue eyes glittering sadly. “You bring me peace, Beautiful. A feeling I thought I lost a long time ago.”
“Don’t say that, Sweetheart. I can’t be the one to bring you peace,” I whisper knowing I’m going to destroy every ounce of it with what I was tasked to do.
“I had someone I loved once. I don’t talk about her much, but she had been my heart, you know.”
I hummed against his chest and pressed my hand to his heart. His voice broke as he talked to me about Grace and the life he’d shared with her. The more he spoke, the more I felt like the lowest piece of shit on the face of the planet. This was my chance to tell him everything, but as he told me of his past, of his turmoil, I just couldn’t say it. I couldn’t break his heart.
“When Grace passed I swore I’d never fall in love again. But you make that quite hard my beauty. Quite hard indeed.”
He pressed me closer and kissed the top of my head. It was the gentlest of touches, but it meant the world to me and I couldn't stop myself. I let the tears run down my cheeks and onto his bare chest, but he didn't say a word. He just continued to stroke my back and murmur sweet words in my ear. He had no idea what he was doing to me, and at that moment, I felt absolutely petrified of losing this sweet, irresistible man. I wanted to mend his heart with my own and love him as much as he deserved.
I fell asleep in his arms knowing that this could possibly be the last time. The next morning, I quietly crept out the door of his apartment. I should have been used to this by now, creeping out of apartments and hotel rooms like the thief I was, but this time I wanted to stay. I didn’t want to continue this life. I was suddenly so tired of it.
I made my way back to the hotel I’d been set up at. I took a quick shower and got dressed for work. The phone rang a few times, but I ignored it, knowing it was Maxwell trying to contact me. I needed to be by myself and think. I needed some space.
The phone rang again, but as I stared at the screen my hands shook. I picked up because if I didn't they'd get angry and we didn't want them angry at us.
“Hello.”
“Are you ready, Miss Petrov?” The distorted voice on the other end of the line gave me chills.
“I don’t think this is the right time.”
“Did you get what we asked for?”
I picked up the plastic keycard I had swiped from on top of Maxwell’s dresser this morning. I twirled it in my fingers and clutched it to my chest. “I have it.”
“Good. Now we want you to proceed as normal this morning. Maxwell Cunningham usually leaves his office at five in the afternoon, so we’ll bring down the power to the cameras then.”
I hated that they were now privy to his and my every move. Everything he did, everything he said was under surveillance, which meant anything I said and did was also under surveillance. I had to beg Max that while we were at the office we maintain our professionalism and I reminded him that there were people watching. He'd scowled at the camera and cursed at it stating he was so done with Archer. If he only knew that Drake was not his main threat. Catchfire had even managed to get a video feed of Drake Archer's office, but gratefully they had nothing on Lucian Steel. The man was a mystery, even to me.
“The blueprints are on Maxwell Cunningham’s desktop, we need you in and out. Grab the files and place them on the flash drive we sent you. Someone will come and pick it up in the morning. Miss Petrov, if this goes smoothly then I can guarantee you that your father will be safe and everything will go back to normal by morning. Good luck.”
“Fuck you,” I sneered and flung the phone across the room. The cover flew off and the screen shattered. I stared down at it in disgust. I was disgusted, mostly at myself. I looked up and stared at myself in the vanity mirror. I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me, she’d somehow lost her way years ago. She’d finally found what she always wanted and was about to lose it all. Tears ran down my cheeks and I quickly brushed them away. I set my feelings aside and hardened my heart. There was no way I was getting through this if my heart kept screaming at me to do what was right. I had a slew of people counting on me to make this work. It had to work.
M ax had cornered me as soon as I walked in. He locked us up in his office bathroom and interrogated me as to why I had left him so early. Of course, his interrogations involved sweet neck kisses and him pulling my dress down and propping me onto the sink, only to have his way with me as I divulged nonsensical information about not having any clean underwear. He'd simply growled and stated that underwear wasn't a requirement for the job and that he prohibited it from now on. God, I wanted him all over again that afternoon. Desperately, I had stormed into his office, hauled him into that same bathroom, yanked his pants down and took him into my mouth.
His groans and the way his Adam's apple bobbed sexily, working his throat muscles as he leaned his head back, had made my pussy gush. I wanted to make him cum in my mouth, but he was stronger and bigger than me, and had lifted me up into his arms and slammed us up against the wall sliding his thick cock inside me and sending my body into ecstasy. We couldn't get enough of each other and as the day wore on I didn't know how I was going to be able to leave him.
At five o'clock on the dot, I received the text and made my way to Max's office. I only had a fifteen-minute window to download the files and get the fuck out of there. I had made an excuse that I needed to head out early to see a friend, but he had made me promise I'd come by his apartment later that night. If he only knew that I was never returning, that I'd never get to hear the deep husky sound of his voice reverberating through my body when he whispered good morning in my ear. That I'd never again feel that slight tingle that ran through me when he tucked my hair back while I was speaking to him as if he couldn't keep himself from touching me. Nor would I ever get to see that way he looks at me. That way that makes me melt, that makes me yearn to stay.
The sadness was stuck in my throat as I swiped his card and gained access to his office. I found out he’d asked Drake for a spare key thinking he’d left it at home. As soon as I got the information I’d leave it tucked under his paperwork so he’d find it the next day.
I hastily made my way to his desk and stared at the dark screen for a moment. My hands shook as the computer suddenly came on. Another text came through and I barely made the verbiage out from beneath the shattered screen. Step by step they dictated what I needed to download. I quickly found the email they had hacked into and I opened the file. The screen filled with blueprints of new weaponry that were fairly new to the market. This was US Grade military weaponry. I was stealing US Government information and for a moment, I hesitated.
I was so involved in downloading the files I didn’t hear the swipe of the card nor did I see him walk in. I was just about to shut down the desktop when his deep voice froze me on the spot. I glanced down at the hard drive that was blinking green letting me know the download was complete. I snagged it off and held it tightly behind my back.
“Victoria?”
I closed my eyes feeling like my life was slowly slipping through my fingers. I slowly turned toward him, ready to run if I needed to.
“What are you doing in here?”
I looked up at him, but my words escaped me. I couldn’t think let alone breathe and as I stood there I could see his questioning eyes assessing the situation.
“Answer me, Victoria.”
I froze, my face telling him everything he needed to know, and at that moment, I felt what it meant for your world to shatter.
7
MAXWELL
“A nswer me!”
I stare at her, uncertainty running through my veins, blinding me to the truth. Hoping that what I had just witnessed was a lie.
“Ma
x, I…”
“What are you doing here, Victoria? You said you had to leave early. You said you were with a friend!”
I walked over to her and she turned from me. I stared down at her and realized she was hiding something behind her back. “What are you hiding?”
“Max, I...I have to go,” she tried moving around me but I gripped her elbow, pulling her toward me.
“You are not going anywhere until I find out exactly what you were doing in my office without my permission. And how did you get in here?”
I looked down at my desk and the keycard caught my eye. I lifted it up and frowned. "This was on my dresser this morning. I thought I forgot it on the dresser." My voice sounded hoarse, cracked as if she'd taken a bat to my heart. "Why is it here?" I roared causing her to flinch.
I gripped her wrist bringing it forward. She fought me, but I managed to wrangle her hand open and watched as a small flash drive fell to the floor.
I bent down on one knee and picked it up. The sense that I had been played suddenly hit me hard and bile came up, coating my throat at the thought of it.
“What were you stealing, Victoria?” I looked up at her and she stood there, staring back at me. The tears in her eyes finally falling down her rosy cheeks.
"I had to. I had no choice, Max!"
“No choice?” I still wasn’t completely aware of what she was saying. The words tumbled from her lips, a desperation in her eyes, but nothing registered.
“Max, if I don’t give them the blueprints, they’ll kill my father.”
That. That right there was what made me snap back to reality. She was confessing. Confessing to something Drake had warned me about. She was confessing to her lies. She’d lied to me. Lied.
Suddenly, my world shifted. I had been falling in love with the enemy all along. I was being used all along. I should have known not to trust her. I should have taken precautions. I shouldn't have been so stupid.
I looked up at her, my blood boiling as she continued to speak. Her words nearly incoherent through her sobs. I stood up and stumbled back. I held on to the edge of the desk before collapsing onto the chair.