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“Calix a fucking fool, ahn-gyil. He might be done with you, but I’m not. I’ll never be done with you.” He fiddles with the buckle of his belt and frees his cock, stroking it a few times before shoving my dress above my ass and lifting my leg over his hip.
“Calix doesn’t deserve you. Neither of us do. But I won’t throw you away. If I had my way, I would chain you to my bed and never let you leave.”
He lines himself up and eases his way inside me. I feel numb, shock rendering me useless. I have nobody but myself to blame. I know better than to let my feelings get involved, yet here I am, feeling like I’ve been stabbed in the chest by one man as I’m impaled by another.
“Sugar, come back to me.” Maxim urges, his lips moving over mine, softer than before. As his words register, I realize the frantic fucking I was expecting is anything but.
He’s soft with me, fucking me with slow, deep strokes, filling me up until I’m bursting at the seams. “You’re so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.”
Tears flow at his words. I’m not sure why. He licks them away before kissing me like he’s making me a promise. The problem is, he keeps breaking his promises, and I’m not sure if I have anything left in me to give. But I let go, melt, and let him take over, needing to just be free, even if it is only for a little while.
“That’s it, Sugar. Come for me.”
I groan as he reaches between us and strums my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. It isn’t until he savagely thrusts into me and pinches my clit that we both come. I feel him erupt inside me, pulse after pulse of cum filling me up as I squeeze and milk him for all he’s worth.
He kisses my nose, my forehead, and my uninjured cheek before lifting my hand and kissing the inside of my palm. Without a word, he tugs his tie off and carefully pulls his cock free. I wince, then look down in surprise when Maxim gets to his knees and cleans his cum from my thighs with his silk tie.
“I hope that’s not your favorite.” My voice sounds hoarse, like it belongs to someone else.
“It is now.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
Ilie in bed, staring at the ceiling long after Maxim has fallen asleep beside me.
Once he finished fucking me in the hallway, we ran for the waiting car. When we got home, Maxim spent a large chunk of time on his phone yelling at people. He’s rounded up the three men who knew what was planned, but he’s still pissed that he’d been wrong about the tower.
When I tried to leave him to go to my room, he lifted me onto his desk and cleaned the blood off my face. He threatened to call a doctor, but it had already stopped bleeding. He was worried there might be glass in the cut, but I knew from the pain there wasn’t. Once I’d been able to take stock of everything, I’d figured out pretty quickly that it wasn’t glass that had hit me but a bullet burning my skin as it grazed my face.
That’s the second time I’ve been hit by a bullet meant for a man I have feelings for. Maybe if I let the bullets do their job, I wouldn’t have to worry about these pesky feelings anymore. Tonight had been close, though. Too close. But the bullet has nothing on the damage Calix, Rémy, and Maxim are inflicting.
After dragging me to his bed and fucking me over and over again, Maxim eventually fell asleep, leaving me to process the bullshit. Calix knows where I am, so it stands to reason that he might very well be the reason I’m here. The fact that I was beaten and brought here drugged, potentially on his orders, dulls the pain he inflicted on me, and rage takes over.
With Maxim asleep and unable to distract me, I realize he knew what Calix was doing and why. He saw what I was going through and did nothing but try to get me into bed. Maybe that was the plan all along, just to prove some stupid point, but after tonight… things have changed. There was a desperation to our last round of lovemaking, like he knew I’d wake up with more clarity and demand answers, answers he knows will damage our already fragile relationship.
Then there is Rémy. He was sent to kill Maxim, which means he’ll be back to finish the job. To protect Maxim, I’ll have to kill Rémy. To protect Rémy, Maxim must die.
Knowing sleep is an impossibility, I climb from the bed and slip on Maxim’s white shirt. I do up a couple of the buttons and head to the kitchen to make some cocoa. Keeping the main lights off, I switch on the light over the stove and the under-counter ones. They give me enough light to work without blinding me. I find a mug and search the cupboards, looking for cocoa, when lips press against the crook of my neck.
Jesus, the man is insatiable. I open my mouth to tell him I’ll be up in a minute when I notice his smell is wrong. I whip around and come face-to-face with Rémy. The mug slips from my hand, and Rémy reaches out and catches it without ever taking his eyes off mine.
“I almost lost you,” he states, anger pouring off him in waves.
He places the mug on the counter before picking me up and sitting me beside it.
“Rémy—” I shut up at the look in his eyes. I’ve only seen him look this way once before. It was the night a rival of his took out a hit on a small boy that Rémy refused to take.
Rémy doesn’t have many rules when it comes to who he kills, but he has a hard no-children policy. His rival fucked up, a fact he learned when Rémy fed him his own intestines.
“Why’d you do that?”
I don’t say anything, so he shakes me.
“Why, damn you?” he snarls.
“Because he matters to me.” Even if I wish it weren’t true.
His eyes glitter in warning. “You’re a busy girl, Sugar. First the murderer, now the mobster?”
