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Sophia
What the fuck just happened? Not even in my wildest dreams did I think my night would turn out like this—me making out with Maxim while my date is waiting inside for me. I let out a laugh. Oh shit, my date. I grab my phone again and use the camera app to fix myself. Looking better, I muster up the courage and head inside and take my seat. I take a few seconds to study him. He's attractive but not my type. He has black greasy long hair that reaches his shoulder, an earring on his left ear, and a questionable stain on his pants. He could have at least cleaned up. I don't understand why Jenny would set this up. He keeps on talking nonstop about his job. I had no idea someone could have so many stories from being an accountant. When I take a seat, he sits up straighter. Yeah, like that's going to make you seem interesting.
“You're back.” Nothing gets past him, does it? I think sarcastically.
“Yes, so sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” He fidgets with the fork.
“Look, I know we just met, and it's not my place, but who was that?”
His judgmental tone pisses me off, and I feel defensive toward Maxim.
“You’re right; it’s not your place to ask.”
He looks like I insulted his honor. I don’t care to be truthful. It’s not like I want to be here. I want to be in the safety of my home with a glass of wine.
“Look, Steve. I’m sorry to have wasted your time, but this isn’t going to work out. I’ll be leaving now. Please tell my sister everything went well, but you have decided to find someone else.”
I get up and walk out toward my car. Everything that happened with Maxim finally sinks in, after I start driving home. I replay those few minutes over and over again. I’ve never felt what he made me feel with anyone. I’ve only been sexual with one person before. I’ve kissed a few others, but they can’t ever be compared with Maxim’s. Touching my lips, I still feel the tingling sensation it left behind.
If he would have taken me with him, I would have gone without hesitation. I’m attracted to him. I’m not blind; I see how he looks at me as if he wants to rip off my clothes and bite every inch of my body. Even if those looks were all in my imagination, the hardness of his cock tonight was not. We will see where this goes; it's not like I can escape him.
When I get home, I run to my room, take off my clothes, and go to the bathroom to run a bath for myself. Then after pouring in some oils and lighting a few candles, I go to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine. As I’m pouring the wine into the glass, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and before I can move, a hand covers my mouth while the other one grabs the back of my neck. My heart starts to race, and I panic. Looking to my left, I see a knife on the counter and grab it. When I slice at the hand covering my mouth, my attacker lets go of me. I take the chance and run to get my phone, but what I hear stops me in my tracks. I turn around to see Maxim licking the blood from the wound.
He looks up at me, eyes dilated, and says in a husky voice, “Fuck, milaya. If you’re going to welcome me like that every time I see you, don't expect to get rid of me.”
Thrill and panic run through my body just by hearing his voice. I’m not over the moment we shared earlier. And if he's here, too, that means he's not either, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to make this easy on him. Turning around, I put my hands on my hip, glancing at his arm to make sure I didn’t hurt him that badly, but I can’t see anything. He looks amused at my inspection. I try to take the excitement and fear out of my voice before speaking.
“Why are you here? And how the hell did you get into my apartment? Wait, how long have you been here?”
He looks me up and down, and his gaze halts on my breast. Shit, I forgot I’m only wearing my bra and undies.
“Would you stop staring at my breast?”
A deep grin sets on his face.
“I can do more than just stare, kotyonok.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I can see the moment I messed up. That grin turns into a dangerous smile as if he’s excited to play with his food. He takes a step forward, and I take one back.
“Where’s your bravery now, kotyonok? You’re going to pay for this cut.”
Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? I look back to see how far I am from my room, thinking maybe I can lock myself in the bathroom. I realize I made another mistake looking back, because in a matter of seconds, I am up and over his shoulder, my world tilted upside down, blood rushing to my head.
“Let go of me, you fucking psycho,” I yell, pounding on his back.
He smacks my ass and bites down hard on it.
“OW! Let. Fucking. Go of me!”
I continue to kick and smash my hands on his back, but he doesn’t let me go. He makes a show of walking me to the bathroom, turning off the water, and smacking my ass a few more times as he walks toward my bedroom. Then dumps me onto the bed. I try to crawl up, but he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge.
Letting out a loud yell, I try to kick him in the face, but he dodges it. Fuck him for having good reflexes. He looms over me, and my heart pounds when I look into his eyes. God, I can get lost in those ocean-blue eyes. He’s mere inches from my face with arms on either side of my head and his legs pressing tightly to the sides of my hips. I try to wiggle free, but I'm trapped. He has me caged in. I suck in a frustrated breath, and his scent ambushes my senses. He smells like whiskey and sandalwood with just a hint of mint and pure temptation. I close my eyes and take another breath in. Jesus, he smells too good.
“Stop trying to escape me, kotyonok. I have you right where I want you.”
