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“Fucking liar,” I whisper and she glares hate at me—hate and lust in equal measures. “You can say what you want, but this doesn’t lie. This wet, tight cunt.”
“My body’s reactions aren’t me. You’re an asshole, Maxim. You can fuck me and make me come, but I’ll never love you.”
I lean close, my lips inches from hers. “Who the fuck said anything about love, princess?”
I bite her lower lip hard as I press my fingers against her clit. She gasps, and I slip her panties aside, sliding my fingers inside. Her moans are like heaven as I smother her mouth with mine. I fuck her, going nice and deep, getting my fingers slick and soaked before pulling them back out to roll around her clit. Her little gasps are gorgeous and her whimpers drive me wild as I tighten my grip on her hair.
“You’re mine,” I say softly. “If you want to keep breathing, you’ll accept that. You think I want this? You think I want to marry you? I did that to save you from a fate worse than death. You’re not the only one sacrificing.”
“Poor little mafia boy,” she says, head leaned back, her tongue licking against her lower lip. “You want me for your little toy. Well, you can have my body, but you’ll never get all of me, no matter how much you try.”
“We’ll see about that, princess.”
I smirk and roll my fingers faster. I fuck her with them, tease her clit, and kiss her hard. She bites my lip and I bite her back, growling my pleasure, as she gasps and her breaths get faster and faster. She comes in a lightning storm of whimpers and moans, her back arched, her legs shaking. I hold her up and finish her off, and when I’m done, I make her suck my fingers clean before I kiss her softly.
She pushes me away and runs past. I watch her disappear into the bathroom with a smile on my lips.
My toy. My pet. My princess.
My father is going to kill us both.
But I will have my fun in the meantime.
Chapter12
Siena
Maxim wakes me early and stands in the doorway to the bedroom, frowning as I stretch. “I have to work. I’ll be back later today,” he says as he lingers, his eyes moving up and down the sheets that cover my body. He watches me with a strange, hooded gaze, like he can’t quite meet my eyes. “Please try to stay in this room if you can.”
“I need more clothes.” I shift in bed and sit up. The sheet shifts and falls down slightly, and a muscle in his jaw bulges like he’s trying to keep himself under control. “Emmie’s got good taste, but she’s not really my size.”
He glances at my shoulder where the shirt’s pulled down and my skin is exposed. I like the way his gaze burns into me like he’s barely keeping his hands to himself. I remember the feel of his fingers between my legs and the cocky smirk as he made me come, and my emotions are split in two, between hate and lust, and all I want to do is to get out of this place alive. But I’m starting to wonder if that’ll ever happen.
“I can do clothes. Text me a list of what you need.”
“I don’t have a phone.”
“I left you one of mine in the living room. It’s bugged and monitored, and if you use it to contact anyone that I do not approve of, I will punish you.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Are you joking?”
“I am not.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re used to with your father, but in this house my word is final. But more than that, this is all for your safety. I don’t think you understand how much danger we’re in right now.”
I chomp down on my tongue to keep from cursing him out. I have to take a couple deep breaths to calm myself enough to respond, and even then I’m on the verge of shouting. I know exactly where I am and what’s going on—he’s the one that seems like he’s living a pretty lie. He thinks we can get out of this with our heads attached.
I fully plan on being a ghost sooner than later. I’ve been dead since the night we met.
“You’re telling me that I escaped from a whorehouse only to be kept prisoner in his place?” I ask, pulse racing. If these are my last days on Earth, why am I spending them locked up with this bastard?
“You keep acting surprised, princess.” He frowns at me for a long moment. “Text me what you need and be good. I’m watching.” He leaves without another word.
I stare at the empty doorway before hurling a pillow. It smacks into the wall in the hallway.
“I saw that,” he shouts from the other room.
“Good,” I say, making a face as I collapse backwards.
His front door opens and shuts, and I’m alone.
