Maxim walks into the sunroom, his eyes darkening the moment they land on me. “And what has got you acting all sneaky?”
I shrug. “I was just surprised to see you—” I start, but before I can finish, he’s already crowding me against the glass wall.
His big hand comes down hard on my ass with a sharp smack.
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growls, pressing his body against mine.
“Walking around in this flimsy little swimsuit, showing off what’s mine for everyone to see. Teasing me.”
His hand slides between my thighs from behind, pushing the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms aside. Two thick fingers drag through my soaked folds, spreading my wetness.
I bite my lip hard to hold back a moan as he circles my clit slowly, teasingly.
“Already dripping for me,” he murmurs against my ear, voice rough. “Such a needy little wife.”
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, curling them deep. My knees buckle, but he holds me up with his body, fucking me with his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.
The wet sounds are obscene in the quiet sunroom. I can see the men outside through the tinted glass, including my sister and Dmitri, but they can’t see us clearly.
When I let out a broken cry, his other hand covers my mouth.
“Shh,” he warns, lips brushing my ear. “You don’t want your sister or anyone else to know how badly you’re getting fucked right now, do you?”
I shake my head frantically, whimpering against his palm as his fingers thrust deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside me over and over. The pleasure builds fast and intense.
My thighs tremble, my walls clenching around his fingers as I come hard, biting down on his hand to stay quiet.
He doesn’t give me time to recover. He spins me around, lifts me by the backs of my thighs, and pins me against the glass. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively.
He frees his cock with one hand and slams into me in one powerful thrust. I gasp sharply at the sudden fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders. He fucks me hard and deep, each thrust driving me up against the glass.
The angle is devastating, he hits so deep I can barely breathe. “Fuck, this pussy is so tight,” he groans against my neck.
“Taking me so well. Such a greedy little cunt, milking my cock while your sister is right outside.”
I bite down on his shoulder to muffle my moans as another orgasm crashes through me, my body shaking violently in his arms.
He keeps pounding into me, relentless, until he buries himself deep and comes with a low, guttural groan, filling me with hot pulses of his release.
We stay like that for a long moment, panting, his forehead pressed against mine. When he finally pulls out, my legs are shaky.
He gently sets me down and carefully slides my bikini bottoms back into place, his fingers brushing my sensitive skin.
He kisses me softly, then smirks. “Now you can go back and swim.”
I laugh breathlessly, knowing full well that swimming is the last thing on my mind with his cum slowly dripping down my thighs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Calina
I hear shouting from downstairs. Before I even reach them I hear Maxim’s voice, loud, furious, cutting through the air like a blade.
“How the fuck could you lose your phone of all things?!” he roars.
Dmitri’s reply is tense. “I didn’t lose it. I just… can’t find it right now. It’s somewhere around here.”
Victor’s voice cuts in, calmer but still sharp. “Somewhere around where? You haven’t seen it in hours.”
