Page 48 of The Stalking King

“What if it’s personal?”

“The only personal thing I care about is being here with you.”

She nudges me playfully. “Just check your phone.”

“Lia—”

“You’re not the boss now. I am!” She laughs. “Check it.”

I take out my phone, smiling when I see the message she’s sent me.

Lia: Why do I get the feeling you’re having impure thoughts?

I look down at her. She’s staring up at me with excitement, like we’re on the edge of something special. My body stirs as I realize she might be ready.

Maksim: I can’t stop having hungry thoughts. All night, watching you laugh and smile and just be you, I’ve wanted to tear off your dress and take control. You won’t have to worry or stress to make any decisions. I’ll show you what it’s like to let go completely.

“Why is this easier over text?” She whispers, breathing hard.

I lean down and speak softly in her ear, making her shiver in a way that goes directly to my base. I’m growing stiff, feral, my body aching to feel her pressed against me. All those times I watched her, wondering what she’d feel like, how she’d taste.

I’m aching for my obsession.

“Because you can let go,” I say, and she shivers again.

I text quickly.

Maksim: You need to let go. It’s so stressful, being in control all the time. You need to let your man lead the way. And even if, when the morning comes, you’ll rebel against the idea that you’re anybody’s anything, you still need it. Here. Now. You need to know that, when I take you, you don’t have to do a goddamn thing other than be beautiful and sexy and mine.

She presses her legs together, looking up at me with those big gorgeous hazel eyes. My stiffness presses against the inside of my pants, my balls swelling, precome leaking hotly.

“Maksim,” she whimpers.

Maksim: Tell me you want to let go.

She stares up at me, nodding slowly. Then takes my hand and guides my phone away. I smile and lean down, crushing her in a starving kiss, a different kind of kiss than anything we’ve shared so far.

She moans and presses heavily against me, sinking her fingers into my chest, digging them in as if to anchor herself. I push her up against the door. Open my mouth and taste her. Our tongues glide together instinctively.

My hand goes to her leg. When she touches my wrist, I go higher. Her head falls back and she gasps.

“Let go,” I snarl. “Let go for me.”

“Make me let go,” she whimpers.

I keep going. I can feel the heat of her. I can feel the wetness, the eagerness. I’m shaking with the need to take her.

“The… driver,” she moans.

That’s the only thing that could snap me out of this. The idea that somebody else would see her like this.

“When we get home,” I tell her, “you’re not in control, beautiful. For the first time in a long time, you can let go.”

CHAPTER 19

LIA

My legs are wrapped around him as he carries me up the stairs. I’ve never felt this excited. Before Maksim – despite the complications – I would’ve said I couldn’t be this excited.