Maks lines his cock up to my entrance and bottoms out, the torture enough foreplay for the both of us. Lifting my leg, he rests it on his shoulder, driving fast, hard thrusts into me.
Whatever’s under my back breaks the skin, causing my building orgasm to roll through me. I scream out in pleasure, Maks’ thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own. After I scream, a fist bangs on the door, Alexei’s angry voice following while he attempts to open it.
My leg falls, pulling Maks closer, meeting his thrusts as I ride out my orgasm. There is more yelling and banging sound on the door behind us, and it won’t be long before they break in to ruin this little moment.
“Should’ve been quieter, Mal,” Maks teases, the pad of his thumb finding my oversensitive clit. I scream out again, earning a smile from him that nearly makes me come again.
He bends down, biting down hard on my nipple.
“Fuck!” I yell.
My second orgasm barrels through me in quick succession, Maks close behind. With two more hard thrusts, he empties inside of me. Neither of us could enjoy our short-lived high. He removes himself and cleans me up with his shirt.
“Open the fucking door, Maks!” Alexei’s voice booms around the concrete room.
“I’ll go calm the bear before he gets poached,” Maks smiles, tucking his cock away.
“Save your dumbass bestie like a good little sheep, Maksy,” I grunt.
He smirks again and leaves the room. Sitting up, I look behind me to see what had stabbed me. A half-open box opener lay covered in blood. It was most likely closed when we started, but my back and rocking pressure must have worked it open. I’ll need stitches when I get home.
After dancing my pants back on and slipping into my shirt and shoes, I make my way back out into the hallway. Alexei stands in front of Maks, reprimanding him for fucking me. Maks leans against the wall, showing absolutely no regret while taking his friend’s venom with smugness. I laugh, gaining the attention of the room.
Donovan’s eyes blow wide when he looks at me. I’m sure I look a sight. At this point, it’s hard to tell whose blood is whose, but I’m covered. It probably looks like I went to war when I did all the torturing.
“Did you at least get information before letting the beast play?” Adrik looks both amused and annoyed.
Donovan raises an eyebrow at our uncle when he catches the annoyance in his tone.
I sigh. “He wasn’t a rat, Uncle.”
I catch the water bottle Donovan throws at me, and I gulp some down before continuing.
“He’s an ex-FBI agent, and this was a move against us, not you. Though, aside from shipments, whatever information he might have known about your syndicate could now be in the hands of a recent pain in my ass.”
My eyes shift to Donovan. Satisfied he understands I mean Brenner; I walk past our uncle towards the exit.
“I suggest you have your men dig around and find out what he knew,” I hear Donovan say to Adrik. “If he was sloppy enough to get caught, he was probably getting desperate for information.”
My brother’s footsteps fall into line with mine after he runs to catch up. I look over at him and notice he’d untucked his shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons, and rolled up his sleeves while I was enjoying my little torture-fest. I smirk at his disheveled state. He huffs a laugh when he realizes why I’m smiling.
“So, Brenner placed him?” Donovan asks.
“We’ll talk about it on the jet home. I don’t trust them not to see this as an act against them and take him for themselves.”
“But Maks knows, and would it really be the worst thing? Wipes our hands clean of him, and we can go back to our normal shit,” he sighs.
We make our way outside, and I stop walking and turn to my brother.
“Maks won’t tell Alexei anything. He’s more scared of me than him, and Dad doesn’t want Brenner touched.”
“If they handle him, it won’t be on us.”
“Dad is protecting him, Donnie,” I volley. “I want to fucking know why. He’s our problem, and we will deal with it.”