“Or the stalker is losing it, spiraling because they haven’t gotten their hands on Nic yet,” I murmured. When Maksim didn’t say anything, I pushed myself out of my chair. “When are we supposed to talk to the police, and where are we meeting them?”
Maksim didn’t say anything right away. He stared up at me with a bland expression, his blue-gray eyes looking me over from head to toe and back up before he spoke.
“Knees.” My mouth went dry as I looked over his shoulder to the door, but Maksim wasn’t having any of that. “On your fucking knees, brother, or you can lean over the desk so I can beat your ass before I play with you. Either way, I can feel the tension in you, and it’s making me antsy.”
I licked my lips and took a few steps around my desk to slowly sink down to my knees in front of him. My cock was already throbbing and hard in my slacks from his simple command, and the glint of amusement in his dark eyes said he’d caught it all. His domination of me made me start to loosen up. A fuzzy feeling in my mind was taking over at the hint of pleasure and violence he was promising.
“Good boy.” He leaned forward and grabbed my chin in a steely grip, forcing me to meet his gaze. He slanted his lips over mine, possessively kissing me, his tongue sliding along mine as our beards rubbed together. I sighed into the kiss, and more of the stress that had been building inside of me faded away as he took command of me. Being in control and in charge was something I loved, in and out of the bedroom, but it was nice to give all that up and fall into Maksim, trusting him to give me what I needed to get a break from it all. He’d been my safe haven for years, even before we’d become what we were now.
“I missed you,” I whispered against his lips when he slowed the kiss a few minutes later. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and I wished I could take back those simple words even though they were a vast understatement.
“Ever since Nicholette came back, you haven’t slept with me, besides that one night we shared her.” Maksim tilted his head. “After you spent almost an entiremonthin my bed, Alexei.” My lips parted, but I shut them again, not sure how to respond. He didn’t need me to actually say anything; he knew me better than anyone.Ten years together will do that.“I’m not hiding anymore, Alexei. You want to use me, lose yourself on my cock, then you’re going to own up to it.”
“Maksim—”
“Remember that night, fight and fuck it out with Nic?” he said softly. “No more hiding. She’s back, and if I have to thrust you into the fucking spotlight as you ride my dick, then I will.”
I laughed despite myself and swore I saw a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, though it was gone in the blink of an eye. “In my defense, we’ve been all over the place, and you’ve been gone for the past few days. Not exactly a ton of time to be with you for sleeping, fucking, or anything else. I might not be ready to just say it outright, but I’m not avoiding you.”
“You’re in my bed tonight, Alexei,” he ordered, leaning forward again to tease his lips against mine. He laughed when I chased the taste of him. “Because it’s been days since I’ve been inside of you, and that’s going to change. I want to be so far inside of you that you’ll feel me for days.”
“Fuck,” I ground out. My cock twitched as I visualized what he had planned, and I could feel him grin as he reached down and unzipped my pants, dipping his hand inside to palm my hard dick. A whimper fell from my lips before I could stop it, my hips beginning to jerk as he slowly pumped me.
“You were telling the truth. Youdidmiss me,” he teased, his voice deep and raspy. I knew better than to try to push his hand away, Maksim’s need for control was absolute, and when we were together, my dom side fell beneath the submission he brought out of me. “Should I leave you like this until tonight? We do have to go to the police station.”
My hips flexed, needing more friction, but he pulled back to lazily play with my tip until I felt precum dripping down my cock. I whimpered, and he laughed tauntingly.
“Please, fuck… please.”
“We might have to go back to join the others tomorrow. Before we do, I want to hear you scream and beg until you lose your voice, brother. I want to watch you fucking fall apart for me. And only when you’re completely fucking spent and helpless will I even begin to consider fucking you.”
I groaned, imagining exactly what he was saying. I knew he would do it, too. He’d play with me until my body was covered in sweat, blood, bruises, and his cum… That was when he’d say he was done with foreplay. He knew that was exactly what I needed from him right now—brutal and intense. I needed him to fucking take over every inch of me so I could drown myself in him, pushing me until I was putty in his hands.
“But I guess I can be merciful since you didn’t fight about tonight.”I really fucking doubt it.“Fuck yourself into my fist and get off, Alexei, but when you come, you better cry out my fucking name. Then I’m going to make you lick your cum off my hand and the floor, so get to humping like the bitch in heat that you are. We don’t have all day.”
It shouldn’t turn me on that he talked to me like that, a part of me recognizing it was degrading as all hell, but it did every damn time. My cock was thrusting in and out of his fist before I even realized I had started moving. His other hand came up to cup my face, making sure I didn’t look away from him, and when he rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, I opened up. I sucked his thumb into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, acting like I was sucking his cock. His irises grew bigger, and a flush filled his cheeks as he started pushing his thumb in and out.
Being on my knees in front of Maksim was a terrifying and safe place to be. He was like no one else I had ever met. Our attraction to each other had been unexpected, unwelcome, but it was still so damn consuming even after all this time together.
Suddenly, he pushed his thumb deeper, making me gag until he pulled back slightly. “You’re thinking too much for someone so determined to get off before we have to leave. Let me help you with that, brother. Don’t say I’m not the giving type.”
Oh no.
Maksim tugged me up by my cock, making me shudder, before letting go of me completely. “Stay.”
He walked out of the office, leaving my throbbing cock out and pants falling to my ankles, and I was grateful he closed the door behind him. He shut and locked the door behind him before he looked me up and down with a critical glance.What is he doing?I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Stalking across the room, he lightly swung a duffle bag in one hand while holding some kind of toy in the other. “Strip.”
Fuck, his one-word orders were going to be the death of me.
I did as he instructed, my hands only stuttering once when I saw what he had brought in—a thick-as-fuck dildo that looked to be about six inches, give or take, with bumps on the end that I knew were going to feel amazing and torturous inside of me. He lubed it up with a bottle he’d pulled from the duffle bag then pushed my papers off the desk, not caring where they fell, and stuck it on top.
“You need to lose yourself, Alexei,” he rasped, his arousal clear as he crowded close to me, forcing me back toward the desk. The rough material of his jeans and the smoky smell of cigarettes on his breath made me groan. He was just fucking perfect. “So much stress. The clubs, Nic, the babies, us… I can tell how tightly wound you are, and you need to let go. Let me help you with that. I was going to wait until tonight for more, but I can tell you can’t wait that long.”
“But the police—”
“We can deal with them after. Even if you need some time to recover, I know you’ll handle it fine. Besides, you need this more than I hate talking to people,” he replied softly, his rough hands running down my tattooed arms.
My eyes snapped to his, and his face was serious. Maybe that offer was a small thing for other people, but for Maksim, it wasn’t. He didn’t do well with other people and managing their hang-ups. He wasn’t great at reading emotions or knowing what people needed… but he had made the effort to figure me out. Even if he handled some things the wrong way, he understood me, at least partly. My lips parted to speak, but he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine, kissing me so I’d forget everything I was about to say. His hands teased my body, running down my muscular chest to play with my cock.