Page 51 of Illyria


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I couldn’t look away from him.

I wanted to, but I wasn’t strong enough.

His eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was holding on by a thread, ready to snap any second. I’d only seen him like this one other time. It was something I rarely, if ever, thought about, but seeing Maxim now, I knew he was about to rage and if I didn’t get everyone out of here, he would kill them all.

“Sal,” I barely said, never taking my eyes from the large man dripping blood on my floor. “Get your men and leave now.”

“What? You can’t be serious!”

“Go. I’ll be fine. I will call you later.”

“Illyria, I don’t think.”

“Get. Out,” Maxim snarled lowly, the anger fueling the flames in his eyes as he seared me to my spot from across the room.

“Go. Now,” I pleaded, as Lorenzo didn’t need to be told twice before he snapped his fingers at the cousins, before grabbing Salvatore and dragging him from my apartment. Within mere seconds, the only ones left were me and Maxim. Even Mrs. Rushton seemed to take the hint, as I could no longer hear her moving about the kitchen.

“Maxim,” I cautiously whispered, raising my hands as I slowly approached. “Just you and me, okay? No one else.”

“Ms. Illyria, I don’t think,” Vlad muttered cautiously, slowly reaching for his gun. Shaking my head, I replied, “I wouldn’t do that, Vladmir. Just take the men and leave. Stand outside the door if you must but get the hell out of here. And please take Mrs. Rushton with you.”

Vladmir nodded and did as I asked.

Finally, alone with my Russian bear, I treaded carefully as I moved towards him. “Let me help you into the shower, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Just you and me. Just the way you like it. Just you and me.”

His mouth covered mine in a ravenous, crushing kiss as he forced my mouth open, allowing his tongue to meet mine in a highly charged dance. Before I could do anything, Maxim had me pressed against the wall as he started kissing his way down my neck.

He was hungry.

He always was after bloodshed.

But this was more. I could feel it. Whatever happened tonight really got to him. There was no rhyme or reason to his madness. There was no love or tenderness. He was savage, untamed. Almost as if compelled. The need to dominate. To feel human again in any way possible.

This was a starving man fighting for survival.

Using his weight to keep me against the wall, he yanked and fought his way out of his coat as he began gripping and squeezing my curves roughly through the silk robe that covered me. It was almost as if he couldn’t get a firm grip on me as his fingers dug deep into my skin. I just knew I’d have bruises marring my body by morning.

I knew my clothing wouldn’t last and when he gathered up a large swath of it, I held perfectly still as he ripped my silk robe from my body, growling low as he did so. He never broke the crushing kiss despite his movements as he took what he needed from me, without regard to my wants or needs. Not that they mattered at the moment.

There was no way I could stop him.

Not like this.

Maxim was a ravenous lover on a good day. Lost in his mind, he was a feral beast who took what he wanted and wouldn’t stop until sated.

His hands explored the back of my thigh, drawing my leg up, hooking it over his hip. The second I was open to him he wasted no time sliding a couple of fingers into my slick lower lips.

I gasped at the roughness, digging my nails into his shoulders as I pulled away from his bruising kiss. His mouth instantly latched onto my neck, sucking and biting my skin as his fingers pillaged and plundered my cunt forcefully.

The only thing I could do was hold on.

This was about to be a rough ride.

At the sound of his zipper lowering, I closed my eyes and braced myself as he speared his hard cock deep into my wet pussy. My loud scream didn’t deter him as he grabbed my other leg and held on tightly as he plundered and took what he needed from me. His grunts echoed all around as he lost himself within my body, holding me tight as he rammed his dick furiously into me.

There were no words of love, no endearments, nothing to let me know the man using my body was the man I fell in love with.

His body kept up a predatory pace as I tried to breathe through the pain he was causing.

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