A broken whimper escapes her parted lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes. But you have to be good and wait until I say so.” I begin to move slowly, withdrawing until only the tip remains before sliding back up inside her. Gods, but I hate condoms. The only thing that would make this better would be if I could feel the velvet walls of her gripping me without that pesky barrier. But I’m wearing it for her protection, not mine. “Can you be a good girl for me one last time, Sabina?”
A mortal wouldn’t be able to hear her reply. But I do. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your cunt feels so good, pet. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you.”
Her eyes are closed, her long lashes fluttering against her pale skin. I can hear the blood throbbing through her veins, and my dick jerks again.
Gods, I’m hungry.
Not long now.
“You hold it,” I growl, and begin to thrust faster, allowing instinct to take over. My lips find her neck and I lick the spot I’m about to puncture, savoring the salty sweetness of her skin.
She moans as I begin to stroke her clit the way I’ve discovered she likes it best. Such a responsive little creature. I’m still pumping in and out of her, forcing myself to hold off, relishing the anticipation of what’s about to happen.
The deep, dull ache in my balls spreads as they tighten and draw up. Sabina is close, she’s shivering in my arms, her pulse pounding in the vein my tongue is tracing circles over. I stroke the rigid nub of her clit two, three more times and then I growl, “Now!”
With a ragged cry, she climaxes beneath my fingertip and I bite down, my fangs puncturing her soft skin. I can’t prevent the primal growl I let out as I taste her sweet blood, the metallic, tangy, hot liquid flooding my mouth as I lose myself, fuck her as hard as I can and go over the edge, my cock jerking with my orgasm as I feed. I’m milking her as I sip, drawing out her pleasure, making her climax go on and on as I drink, her tight, sopping little cunt clamping down around my cock over and over again…
10
Sabina
I’ve never felt anything even close to what Maximus is doing to me. I’m vaguely aware of a voice sobbing with what could be pain or pleasure—it’s hard to tell—and then I realize it’s me making that sound.
He’s biting my neck but the sharp pain is somehow delicious, and it’s radiating throughout my body, spreading along my limbs and pooling in the place between my legs where his huge cock is stretching me beyond what I thought I could handle, or maybe it just feels that way.
I didn’t think it was possible for an orgasm to be this intense, or to last this long, but it seems never-ending… wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through my clit, my pussy, my entire being. In fact, I eventually reach a point where I can’t take another second of it. I just want it to end. I’m sore, aching, desperate.
“Please,” I beg him breathlessly, “please stop. I can’t… make it stop.”
For a moment, I’m not sure whether he heard me but then he stops stroking my clit and pinches it savagely, pushing me over one final peak—the highest yet. I scream and my knees give out but of course I’m not going anywhere, cuffed as I am to the cross, impaled as I am on Maximus’s huge, impossibly thick cock. There’s a warm, wet, trickling sensation across my shoulder and then my vision blurs…
When I come to, I need a moment to work out where I am. I’m lying down, wrapped in a soft blanket, and Maximus’s handsome face is just above mine, peering down at me.
“Welcome back,” he says gruffly.
“What…” I croak, suddenly realizing how dry my mouth is. As if he’s read my mind, Maximus holds a bottle of water to my lips and I suck at it greedily, relishing the cool liquid as it soothes my raw throat. I must have done quite a bit of screaming for it to be that sore. Once I’ve drunk my fill and he’s removed the bottle, I try again. “What happened?”
“You passed out,” he says. I search his face for any sign of worry but he seems completely unconcerned. In fact, the corner of his wide mouth lifts in a lopsided grin. “I guess you came too hard.”
Heat prickles over my face at the memory of what he reduced me to: a begging, shameless, helpless wreck.
God, it was good, though.
I shift, trying to get up, and the deep ache in my backside reminds me of the beating he gave me. Everything’s so hazy, part of me feels like I imagined it all, but my body is telling me otherwise. “Was I out long?”
He shrugs. “A few minutes. Long enough for me to get you settled down here.”
I have the distinct feeling he’s hiding something from me. Come to think of it, I’ve had that feeling ever since yesterday. But I can’t even put it into words, so how could I broach the subject?
“How are you feeling now?” he asks, smoothing my hair back from my forehead.
“Sleepy. But good.” Part of me wants to tell him all the other things he’s making me feel, but I sense it would be better not to. If he’s going to keep secrets, I’d better keep my guard up.
“I think you should come home with me,” he says suddenly.
I can only blink at him in response.
“In fact, I won’t be taking no for an answer,” he goes on.
I find my voice. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
“Well, you can kiss that idea goodbye,” I say, pushing myself into a sitting position, gratified and relieved when he moves back just far enough to let me do so.
He raises a thick eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Just because we played together, that doesn’t make you my keeper. You don’t get to give me orders beyond that one session. And besides, why on earth would you suggest such a thing? I’m sure I’ll be all right to drive in a little while, maybe after I’ve had a coffee or two. If not, I’ll get an Uber.”
His reply takes me completely by surprise. “Is your ex-boyfriend stalking you?”
“What? No! Why would you even think that?” I’m beyond confused now. How did we get from aftercare to this bizarre, inappropriate argument in such a short time?
He holds something up and it takes me a moment to realize it’s my cell. “Tell me you did not go through my phone,” I snarl, outrage welling hot in my chest at his blatant invasion of my privacy.
“I was worried after your reaction to the text message last night, and then what you said earlier this evening. I care about you, Sabina. I want you to be safe.”
“I’m perfectly safe—from Zeke, in any case. You’re the one going through my messages. That’s what I would classify as stalking behavior!” I snap.
Maximus seems irritatingly unperturbed by my outburst. “Why is he warning you to stay away from here then? Has he been here before?”
“I don’t know! He just told me never to come here… back when we were still together. Maybe he doesn’t like BDSM. Maybe he heard rumors. But he doesn’t get to tell me what to do any more than you do!”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Maximus says coolly. Then, to my absolute astonishment, he scoops me up off the floor, blanket and all, and strides out of the booth.
I’m still completely naked save for my shoes, and grateful for the blanket as we head through the club. “What about my things?” I bleat. “My clothes, my purse… Your bag and jackets…”
Maximus ignores me. Helpless, livid, I stare up at his square jaw, trying to think of a way to reason with him.
“Augustus,” he says at length. I turn my head and see the guy who escorted me down the stairs earlier. “If you would be so kind as to gather everything you can find in booth one and bring it to me, I’d be eternally grateful,” Maximus tells him.
I take an outraged breath. “I’m perfectly capable of—”
“Certainly,” Augustus cuts me off, and then he’s gone.
I decide to try another tack. “Sir,” I say in my most submissive tone, “I appreciate that you want to take care of me. But there’s really no need. Zeke is all bark and no bite. He’s mad that I
dumped him, and now he’s trying to intimidate me to get his own back. I’m not in any kind of danger. Besides, I have a cat at home.” Actually, I have an automatic feeder and fountain set up for Felix, so he’d be perfectly fine left on his own for quite some time, but Maximus doesn’t need to know that.
“Then we’ll stop by your place, feed your cat and pick up some things, and then go to mine.”
Jesus, this guy is stubborn. And insanely strong, I realize as I try to struggle. The blanket begins to slip but Maximus’s grip on me is impossible to break out of. With infuriating ease, he tucks the blanket back up around me. “I don’t need you to take care of me! I’m perfectly fine!”
“Tell me,” he says coolly, “what did Zeke’s last message to you say?”
“Something again about staying away from here,” I mutter. “Something about it being a last warning.”
“Wrong,” Maximus says. “Seems he texted you again while you were… otherwise occupied.”
I close my eyes as the blush creeps over my cheeks. As furious as I am with Maximus, that little reminder of what he just did to me is enough to make another pulse of desire thump through my sex. “And what does the latest message say?” The defeat in my voice is audible and I want to kick myself for it.
“See for yourself.” Maximus holds it up for me to read.
You didn’t want to listen so you’ll have to feel. I’ll be waiting for you to come out.
My heart begins to pound. Maximus is not wrong—unlike the other messages, this one does sound more like a direct threat. But I’m not one to run and hide. I can handle Zeke. I don’t need a white knight to come rescue me. They only exist in fairytales, anyway.
In the real world, it’s every woman for herself. At least in my experience.
“He’s bluffing,” I mutter.
“I would hope so,” Maximus says. “But as long as there’s even just the tiniest chance that he isn’t, I’m not letting you go anywhere alone.”
“That’s a ridiculous notion for a start!” I sputter, outrage once again taking over.
“Here you go, Maximus,” a male voice says and I look over to see Augustus has returned, his arms laden with clothing, the toy bag and my purse both slung over his broad, suited shoulder.
Maximus flashes him an apologetic, annoyingly charming grin. “I’ve kind of got my hands full. Would you be a gent and accompany us to my car?”
“No problem.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I tell Augustus, no longer bothering to hide my anger. “I can carry my things myself. As soon as this oaf puts me down, I’ll relieve you of them.”
Augustus looks at Maximus and raises a questioning eyebrow. An entire exchange seems to pass between them without either man uttering a single word.
“I don’t get a say in any of this?” I snap as Maximus turns and heads for the stairs, Augustus following close behind us.
“Seeing as you just called me an oaf, and you’re about to spend quite a bit of time with me—and my toy bag—I would suggest you think very carefully about what you say in the near future,” Maximus says softly. “And there’s no need to be so angry. I’m only doing my job. I’m looking after you.”
“That may have been your job yesterday, when you were on duty,” I tell him, “and maybe even just now, after the scene, but like I said before, you’re not my keeper or my dom. I’m a grown woman and I’m completely capable of looking after myself. You don’t even know Zeke! He’d never do anything to actually hurt me.”
“Are you so sure of that?” Maximus is striding up the steps now, as easily as if he weren’t carrying anything, let alone my entire body. He’s not even out of breath, and for a moment, I’m too impressed to respond.
But I soon shake myself out of that. “Yes, actually, I am sure. Please.”
“Sabina.” God, the way he says my name makes my breath catch in my throat, even when I’m livid with him. “This is a battle you have lost. You should accept it. No amount of screaming, crying, pleading, wheedling or shouting is going to change it. When you consented to play with me earlier—when you let me fuck you—”
To my eternal shame, the way he says that makes another hot rush flood my sex…
“You made me your keeper, at least of sorts,” he goes on, apparently unaware of the effect his offhand reminder of what we’ve just done had on me. “I feel responsible for your welfare.”
We’ve made it through the upstairs bar now and are outside. He pauses to tuck the blanket more securely around me and glances at the sky before striding on in the direction of a side street.
“Imagine if I let you go and something happened to you. I would never forgive myself.”
I stop and let that notion sink in for a moment. It’s a fair point. Unfortunately.
“What exactly is the plan then?” I ask him, defeated—at least for the time being.
“We’ll go to your place, feed the cat, get some things for you to spend the night. Then we’ll go on to mine, where Zeke can’t possibly find you.”
“We don’t need to feed the cat,” I say in a small voice. “He has an automatic feeder and fountain.”
“Even better. Then we can go straight to mine.” He gives me a brief squeeze. “Thank you for your honesty.”
“I’d still like to pick up some things,” I say.
“I have spare toothbrushes and stuff at my house,” he tells me. “We can go to your place tomorrow if we need to. Now that we don’t have to worry about—what’s your cat’s name?”
“Felix.”
“Now that we don’t have to worry about Felix going hungry, I’d rather get straight home. Here, this is my car.”
Unbelievable. The man is able to hold me with one arm as he reaches into his pocket and presses the remote. His car is an enormous black Cadillac. I don’t know much about makes or models but it looks very new, and very expensive.
“Just throw it all in the backseat, Augustus,” Maximus says, tugging open the passenger door and setting me down in the leather seat. I wince as my bruised butt takes my weight, even on the cushioned surface. “Buckle up, pet.”
“What about my car?” I bleat, but he shuts the door on my protests and walks around to exchange a few words with Augustus before folding his huge frame into the driver’s seat. The car is so big that he has to step up to get in, rather than bend down.
I tug the blanket tighter around myself and let out a huff of frustration. What started as a delicious evening has taken a turn I am absolutely unable to control.
And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s feeling like I’ve lost control. I can handle it—enjoy it, even—during a scene, but that’s the only exception.
“Where do you live, anyway?” I mutter as he starts the engine and pulls out of his parking spot. His car screams money but for all I know, the repayments on it could be crippling him financially.
“Not far,” he says. Then he glances over at me. “And you can stop sulking. Gods, I’ve never met a woman so unwilling to be looked after.”
“Then you’ve met a whole lot of helpless women,” I retort, turning to look out of my window. The lights are getting fewer; we seem to be heading out of the city and towards the mountains.
He lets out a light chuckle. “One or two.”
We drive in silence for a while, and I replay the events of the evening in my mind like a movie reel. As infuriating as he’s being now, I can’t deny that Maximus gave me the best, most intense session of my life, and that’s not even counting the sex. I wonder what it would be like if we fucked properly… in a bed, both naked, able to look each other in the eye… and clamp my thighs together at the sudden gush of warmth between them that that thought causes.
Maybe going back to his place isn’t such a bad idea after all. Maybe there’ll be a round two.
I suddenly find myself praying that there will be… and hating myself for it.
11
Maximus
Sabina is silent for the remainder of the driv
e back to my mansion in Rattlesnake Canyon. Gods, but she’s a stubborn one. Reminds me of Caroline, in a way, and I force that thought from my mind as soon as it appears.
I made her faint intentionally. That way, she didn’t notice when I had finally drunk my fill, used my trusty pin to stab my fingertip, and smeared a drop of my blood over the puncture wounds on the side of her neck to stop the bleeding. Vampire blood has healing properties. There are still marks, and there will be for quite a while, but I was able to buy some time. For all she knows right now, she passed out from pleasure and woke up to aftercare.
Until the fight started.
I couldn’t help it. She looked so beautiful lying there, so fragile and helpless, and once again my thoughts turned to the fear in her eyes when she received that message yesterday. I’m not normally one to snoop but I had to know for sure whether she really is in any kind of danger.
Since she doesn’t have any kind of password lock on her phone, it was easy enough to get in and check. Had I not seen what I saw, I would have tucked it back into her purse, given her aftercare for long enough that she was fully recovered, and sent her on her merry way.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
But when I read the messages, I was so glad I’d bothered to look. The contents were bad enough, but when I spotted the little picture of the sender—Zeke, I want to spit his name—I was able to recognize instantly what he is. Something Sabina probably isn’t even aware of if they only dated for a few weeks.
Her ex-boyfriend is a fucking dirty shifter. Cheetah, from what I could tell, but that’s not the worrying part. Regardless of what she says, I know his type, and they are absolutely capable of carrying out their threats. They’re also nearly as possessive of their women as we vampires can be.
It was immediately clear why he’d told her to stay away from the club. There’s been a feud between shifters and vampires for the longest time. The bastards have the audacity to call us leeches. My fingers tighten briefly on the steering wheel as anger surges within my chest. They roam around in packs, love to fight, and are generally just troublemakers all round. You’d think us non-humans would stick together. It’s hard enough to hide superpowers and blend in when we’re surrounded by mere mortals, but no. There’s been all kinds of wrangling over territory and other nonsense. Not even Lucius making Selene—who’s half shifter herself—his queen has completely smoothed things over.
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