Molly dropped her head, clearly embarrassed by sitting speared on me while Max and I talked business. However, if the wetness coating my dick was any indication, she was also turned on. I widened my legs, sending her even deeper on my length, and started to nudge in and out of her.
“Now, eat up,” I told her smoothly, picking up a strawberry and putting it to her lips.
Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and pleasure sent a blush up her neck. Max droned on about the deal, and I didn’t hear a single word. He finished updating me as Molly let out a moan that destroyed me. He swiftly exited with one look from me, leaving us alone.
“You’re a twisted fuck, weird boy, you know that?” Molly gasped when we were finally alone. She relaxed against my chest, melting into a puddle as I brought another strawberry to her mouth.
“Only for you, Princess,” I promised her as she ate a strawberry and bit my fingers sharply.
She moved insistently on me, dragging a groan from my soul. I couldn’t keep this up. The need to drive hard inside her was too much. I pulled her up, and her bare feet scrambled to land on the edge of the table. Then I was fucking up into her hard. She arched her back as one hand circled her neck, and the other worked the needy little bud of nerves between her legs, making her slippery and desperate.
She came before me, spasming hard and milking my length as I continued to drive into her. Her cries and my name on her lips undid me. I followed her, pumping in as far as I could and coming hard as her pussy fluttered around me, sucking up my cum and making me forget myself for a moment.
After, she lay boneless against me, and I found my lips pressed against her forehead, my mouth moving in untraceable ways over her skin. I might be taking my revenge and finally satisfying my dark need to punish this woman by using her in all the ways I’d dreamed of, but there was no denying the simple truth.
I was happier than I could remember being in seven long years.
30
MOLLY
When Kirill left the next morning, I wandered around his gigantic home, rooting through everything I could get my hands into. What if this was nuts? Maybe he truly was a remorseless psycho who would never bend. Maybe we couldn’t go back. I wallowed glumly in my worries.
I was staring out the window at a gray city day when voices from the foyer shocked me out of my trance.People?I headed eagerly in that direction, hurrying along the hall to the kitchen to investigate. I was desperate to see people. I made a terrible prisoner, willing or not.
Max stood in the hallway, and I slid to a stop in front of him. He gave me a tired grin. “Mallory, you’re looking well, considering.”
I was still outraged that he’d drugged me. And pretending not to see me while Kirill had me on his lap last night was the final indignity.“Save it. Do you get off watching?”
“Christ, don’t say that. If Kirill thought I’d looked, well, let’s just say I like my eyes where they are in my head.”
I considered the tone of genuine fear in Max’s voice. Tapping my finger to my lip, I gave him a grin that made him tense. “Is that so? So, I shouldn’t tell him you hit on me, spied on me when I was changing, or touched me when I was drugged and couldn’t move?”
Max paled, his strong eyebrows like slashes on his skin. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would. I don’t care what happens to you, and I’d even pop some corn and watch,” I said sweetly.
He stared at me, shocked, and then chuckled. “You know, I felt sorry for you when Kirill found you. You seemed like a sweet girl. I thought his obsession with you was too twisted . . . but I get it now. You’re as savage as him, aren’t you? A match made in hell.”
I shrugged off his words. “I don’t care what you think about me. I care about my friends. How are Fede and Theo? Keep me updated on them, and I won’t point a loaded gun in your direction.” Kirill was my loaded gun, not that I could handle him, but Max didn’t know that.
“Theo is fine, cozying up with his boyfriend in the hospital.”
Relief filled me at knowing Officer Tucker was okay. I hadn’t fully believed Kirill last night.
“Federica is as well as she can hope to be, considering.”
I frowned. “Considering what?”
Max swallowed and shrugged mulishly. “That’s her story to tell.”
“If she’s in trouble—”
“I’ll keep an eye on her. You don’t have to ask,” Max said, releasing a heavy breath.
Interesting.
“What about Henry?”