Page 51 of Cruel Shame

Maxwell took his time, entering me inch by inch with gentle thrusts. His body was so big and powerful compared to mine and he didn’t want to hurt me, but I wanted him to split me open. Common sense whacked me upside the head. The first time we’d had sex, and I’d gone on top, it was a struggle to fit all of him in.

My muscles rippled and spasmed against his girth, and sparks of pleasure ran along my nerve endings. His heavy panting filled my ear, sending pleasant shudders across my skin.

It took an eternity for him to sheath himself into me and when he did, I rested against the wall, panting and clamping hard around his cock. Shit, I was the girl with eyes bigger than her stomach. Before I could rephrase the saying into something more accurate, Maxwell bit my earlobe.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he snarled.

“Do it, do it!” I whispered.

“Can you take it fast and hard?”

I bucked my hips and moaned in response.

He pulled back, making my muscles tighten around him, and then thrusted into me to the hilt. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through my body, making me cry out.

“Ssssh!” Maxwell stilled. “If one of the domestic staff or some jealous asshole hears us, we’ll both be expelled for lewd conduct.”

Nodding, I clamped my teeth down on my lip and promised myself not to make a sound.

Still filling me to the hilt, Maxwell drew back, met my gaze and bared his teeth. He pumped his hips back and forth with hard thrusts that made my eyes roll back in their sockets.

“Are you alright?” his voice was strained.

All I could do was nod. If I tried to speak, the word would come out a moan loud enough to fill the hallway.

Maxwell continued the relentless pace, each thrust grinding against my swollen clit in a way that made it spark in counterpoint to the spasm and clench of my core. I clung onto his shoulders, riding out the sensations with my jaws so tight the muscles around my neck ached.

His hot, heavy breaths fanned against my skin, and beads of sweat gathered on my brow. He pistoned in and out of me at a pace that sent my consciousness into orbit. Right then, I lost control of thought and self and reason, becoming a ball of pleasure and need.

I’m not sure if I moaned or if I cried out, but Maxwell was beyond caring about being overheard and didn’t tell me to be quiet. As the pleasure built to an intensity that made my muscles clench like a closed fist, Maxwell pounded into me even harder.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned.

I wanted to tell him he was so fucking big, but my words came out a garbled groan.

The edges of my vision darkened, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the delicious pressure within me mounted until I couldn’t breathe or do anything else but cling onto that huge, muscular body. If fucking was a drug, I’d be freebasing—flying on a flurry of euphoria.

With one deep thrust, something within me snapped, releasing the most intense gust of sensations. As an orgasm tore through my body like a hurricane, Maxwell shuddered and moaned out his climax.

“You are incredible,” he growled.

“I so fucking needed that,” I moaned in his ear. “Thank you.”

Maxwell carried me across the room and laid me on the bed. I melted against the mattress and stared at him through dazed eyes. In that moment, I was just a girl who’d had the most amazing fuck of her life.

He got on top of the bed beside me and wrapped his arms around my middle. “There’s something off about the Liddells.”

“Huh?” I let my eyelids flutter shut.

“The entire bunch of them are keeping secrets from the archbishop.” His melodic voice drifted through my ears. “That’s why I stole their DNA samples.”

Chapter Twenty-One

The words hit like a punch, making my eyes snap open. I stared into Maxwell’s twinkling eyes that crinkled at the sides from his wide smirk.

“You stole what?” I whispered.

“On the way home, I kept thinking about what Lady Liddell’s bullshit on your parentage.” He slid a hand up my bare thigh, under my skirt, and rubbed circles on my ass cheek.