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“Maxim, I’m not fucking kidding.”
He shrugs out of his jacket before slipping his cufflinks free of his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. I squeeze my eyes tight to shut out the image. I have no idea what it is about rolled-up shirtsleeves on muscular tan arms that do it for me, but it does.
I hear the clink of his belt, which has me snapping my eyes open just in time to see him sliding his pants down his legs, quickly followed by his boxers. His dick is hard as he takes me in, his hand moving up and down its length.
“Let me go,” I growl as he climbs on the bed between my legs.
He leans down over me and grips my throat before he snarls in my face, “Never.” His teeth bite my lip, making it sting, before he kisses me hard.
He forces his tongue into my mouth, his hand moving to my jaw so I can’t pull away. I fight him, or try to, even though I know it’s a lost cause. Not because I don’t want him, but because I do. We’re on opposing teams, and nobody is going to blindly accept a relationship between us.
He pulls back, but only so he can stare down at me, his eyes so cold they might as well have frosted over. I shiver in response, but the twisted part of my brain is well aware that it has little to do with fear.
“You think you can just walk away from me and I’ll let you?”
I’d roll my eyes if I didn’t think it would make things worse. “So, it’s a pride thing? You’re pissed because I called it quits before you could? Come on, Maxim. What are we even doing here? You know all this is impossible. It was fun while it lasted, but—”
“Fun?” His voice is barely a whisper, but still, it drips with venom.
Oops. Abort, Sugar. Abort.
He dips his head and presses a kiss to my collarbone before moving farther south. His lips move to one of my nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, making my back arch before he bites it, making me moan.
“Was that fun?”
Before I can answer, he moves down my body, his lips skimming down my ribs before his tongue dips into my navel. It’s right around then that I remember my situation.
“Wait, I’m on my period,” I rush to say before this gets awkward. Well, more awkward because, it has to be said, I’m feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right now.
“No, you’re not,” he murmurs, his nose grazing my pubic bone.
“What? Maxim, I’m not kidding. You go any further, and you’ll look like you took up cannibalism in your spare time.”
He looks up at me, his dark eyes glistening with amusement. “Sugar, you’ve been here for three days. Trust me when I tell you your period is finished.”
My eyes widen in shock, not just at being drugged again, though if I had bothered to think it through, I would have figured that part out for myself. No, it’s the mortification that comes with that.
“I—How—Who?” I can’t even form the words as I feel my face flame.
He grins salaciously, enjoying every second of my discomfort.
“Who cleaned you? Changed your tampon, took you to the bathroom? I did. Like I’d let any of my people touch you.”
“But…oh my God.” I close my eyes, feeling mortified.
“Relax, Sugar. It’s just blood. I must admit, I like taking care of you, having you at my mercy.”
His tongue swipes over my clit before he sucks hard, making me gasp.
“Fun, right?”
Then, just as I suck in a breath, it’s forced right back out as he thrusts two fingers inside me.
“You know, you look so innocent when you sleep, so soft and sweet. It made me want to corrupt you.”
I laugh at that. “Too late.” It turns into a moan when he slides a third finger inside me.
“Yeah. Sugar Daniels is a tough, badass bitch,” he muses as he thrusts his fingers into me harder and faster. “That just makes your surrender that much sweeter.”
