Page 78 of Bound in Possession

As the opera music swells again, crashing down in a dramatic wave of strings and brass, Maksim gently takes my hand and pulls me up from my seat. Without a word, he steps back into the deepest, darkest corner of the private box and lowers himself onto the plush leather seat.

My breath hitches in my throat as I watch his large, calloused hands move down to his pants. With slow, deliberate precision, he pulls down his zipper and frees his heavy, throbbing length from his briefs.

Gosh. He is such a beautiful, dangerous man.

He locks his dark, piercing gaze onto mine, his jaw set, his voice dropping into a low, uncompromising command. "Raise your dress and sit on it."

Instantly, a wave of liquid heat pools between my legs. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my eyes instinctively dart toward the heavy oak door behind us. Dmitri is literally standing right on the other side. Anyone could walk in.

Maksim knows exactly what is running through my head. A faint, wicked smirk touches his lips. "You better be fast, princess."

I have never done something so insanely daring in my whole life, but looking down at him in the shadowy, music-filled sanctuary, I want to. I want to so badly.

I reach down, gathering the heavy emerald silk in my hands, and begin to pull my dress up slowly as I step closer to him. But before I can mount his lap, his hand shoots out, catching my hip. He stops me right in front of him.

With a low growl, he hooks his fingers beneath my left knee, lifting my leg up and placing my foot firmly on the chair beside him. The slit of my gown falls completely open, exposing my entire bare leg and the hidden holster strapped to my thigh.

Before I can even process what he’s doing, he slides his large hand beneath the silk, pushing my lace panties directly to the side.

He buries his face right between my thighs, his hot breath hitting my core a fraction of a second before his warm, heavy tongue drags up my soaked center.

A sharp gasp rips from my chest, and a loud, high-pitched scream threatens to tear out of my throat.

"Shh," Maksim murmurs against my wet skin, his strong fingers digging tightly into the meat of my thigh, pinning me in place as he licks me again, harder and deeper. "Quiet, Camilla... unless you want Dmitri to come in and check on us."

I slap a hand over my mouth, my chest heaving as he devours me. His tongue laps up every drop of my moisture, his lips sucking and softly nipping at my sensitive core until my knees go weak. White-hot pleasure spirals straight down to my toes. I'm writhing against his face, my fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair as I fight to keep every breathless groan trapped behind my palm.

Just as the coil tightening inside me threatens to snap and send me over the edge, Maksim suddenly pulls away.

Before I can protest the loss of his mouth, his strong hands grip my hips. He spins me around in one swift motion, so my back is against his chest, facing out toward the velvet railing and the glowing opera stage below.

He aligns my slick center with his broad tip and slowly, agonizingly, lowers me down onto his thick cock.

My head falls back against his shoulder as he fills me completely, every inch of him stretching me open. I smother another ragged scream into the crook of my elbow, my toes curling as my walls clasp around him.

His large hands wrap over my stomach, holding me firmly as he pulls me up a few inches and guides me back down, setting a slow, merciless rhythm. He leans his head down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his rough breath burning against my skin.

"Watch the opera, princess," he rasps, his hips rolling up to meet mine with a heavy, deliberate thrust that makes my vision go spotty. "Watch the stage... and ride me."

Driven completely wild by the danger, the booming orchestra, and the sheer pleasure of him inside me, I obey. I rest my hands on his knees, arch my back, and begin to ride him in the dark.

I ride him with wild, frantic passion, my nails digging into his knees as the opera below us reaches a dramatic, thunderous high point. Every time I bounce down on his length, he murmurs wicked, dark praises against my skin, his voice low, dirty, and dangerous, feeding the fire burning inside me.

When my thighs begin to burn and my pace slows, Maksim takes full control. He wraps one massive, iron arm around my waist, anchoring me flush against him, and begins to violently fuck up into me from below.

The angle hits every single nerve ending. I throw my head back against his chest, completely unable to contain myself as my muffled screams tear out of my throat, muted only by the booming violins. He spears deep into me, over and over, the sheer risk of it all—knowing Dmitri is standing mere inches away on the other side of that thin wooden door—sending my heart into an absolute frenzy.

Maksim leans close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his rough breath heavy against my neck as he drives up one last, brutal time.

"I love your screams, princess," he whispers, his voice dripping with possessive darkness. "But if you make Dmitri walk through that door and see you like this, I'll be forced to kill him. Because I don't share... and no other man will ever look at you like this and live."

His words hit me like a violent wave, stripping away the last thread of my sanity. The raw, territorial edge in his voice pushes me straight over the edge, and my body shatters. I come hard, my inner walls clamping around his shaft in tight, endless spasms as a breathless, silent scream escapes my lips.

My intense, pulsing orgasm triggers the last of Maksim’s restraint. With a low, guttural growl buried in the crook of my neck, he thrusts upward one final time, snapping his hips as he follows me right over the edge, spilling hot and hard deep inside me.

For a few heavy, breathless seconds, we sit locked together in the velvety darkness, our hearts hammering violently against each other in time with the orchestra below.

Slowly, his breathing evens out. He gently wraps his arms around me, lifting me up just enough to ease his cock out of my core. He carefully sets me on my feet, his hands lingering on my waist to steady my shaking legs while he helps me smooth down the emerald silk of my gown. He adjusts my bodice, checks my hair, and then cups my face in both of his massive palms, pulling me into a slow, deep, lingering kiss that tastes like absolute possession.