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Instead of another slap, Max circles my clit with his finger, not giving me any of the friction I need.
I let out a frustrated groan and try to swivel my hips, but he threatens, “If you move, I stop.”
Dear God, I love this way too much. It’s making my abdomen flutter with anticipation. I feel my arousal trickling down my ass.
“So fucking wet,” Max grumbles. “Do you like it rough, baby?”
It takes some courage to admit, “Yes.”
“Me too.” His palm connects against the sensitive flesh between my thighs, and I open my legs as wide as possible. “That’s it, baby. Let me see every inch of your beautiful pussy.”
His praise has more arousal rushing to my core. “Please,” I beg. “Take me rougher.”
I’m given another slap, and the sharp sting almost has me coming. His fingers tighten around my wrists, cutting off the blood flow to my hands. He leans over me and captures my eyes with a dominating look.
Everything in me tenses, then suddenly, he starts to slap my clit repeatedly with the palm of his hand.
A hard tremor rocks through my body, and my back arches off the mattress. I strain against his hold on my wrists. I gasp desperately for air and can only manage a whimper.
“Come, baby,” he orders.
A scream is ripped from me, and my body starts to convulse as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced forces the air from my body.
My vision goes black, and all I can feel is Max and the intense pleasure he’s giving me.
I swear I lose consciousness for a moment, and when I come to, Max’s body is covering mine. His muscled chest and abs force me into the mattress as his cock fills me with a brutal thrust.
I manage to gasp for air, and my vision returns.
His hand still pins my wrists down while his other squeezes my left breast.
“Did you pass out?” he asks, his breaths rough and his features tight with desire.
“I think so.”
It’s one hell of a turn-on for Max because he starts to fuck me like a man possessed. Or obsessed.
Moans and cries spill from me as he takes my body with a ruthlessness I’ve never experienced.
I lose touch with all my senses except for the pleasure he’s giving me. “Please,” I barely manage to gasp. “Please.”
“Come, Camille,” he orders, his voice hoarse.
As another orgasm rips through me with the force of a natural disaster, Max comes so hard that a savage growl escapes him.
The sound prolongs my pleasure, and I struggle to catch my breath.
Max lets go of my wrists and it has the blood rushing to my hands. I feel completely satisfied and drained of all my strength as I lie beneath Max.
Jesus, that was out of this world. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk straight for a while.
Chapter 33
Max
We took the private jet to Geneva, where I have a house near St. Monarch’s.
While I’m driving us to the place I consider my base of operations, Cami stares out of the window. From her sad expression, I can see she’s thinking of her father.
