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“Not happening,” he glared furiously, as I grinned. “Don’t get all pissy with me now, Max. You knew what you were marrying. Which reminds me. How is my divorce going? Did Jackson manage to get the papers filed before you killed him?”
“There is no divorce,” he growled lowly.
“I see,” I muttered, taking another drink as I shrugged. “It was worth a try, anyway. Now, as for my social schedule. I have a society lunch every Wednesday with the prominent ladies of the city at the Tavern on the Green. It’s weekly, so don’t forget to put that in your calendar. I also have my own charity commitment over at the New York City Metropolitan Library where I distribute children’s books and give away school supplies to the inner-city schools. Then there is...”
“ENOUGH!” Maxim roared, getting to his feet. “You are not going anywhere. You are not doing anything. You are to stay here until Petrovitch is dead. Is that understood?”
Carefully laying my wineglass down, I looked at the fuming man and lowered the boom. “That’s where you are wrong, Max. I may be your prisoner, but I am still Illyria Valentinetti. I have a life that I will continue. If I fail to attend any commitment, fail to arrive at any function that I am scheduled for, even if I fail to show up at the club tomorrow, the local authorities will be notified of my absence, and I have instructed them to investigate my disappearance. That’s not including what the papers will say.”
“You’re bluffing. You wouldn’t do that to your family. Not to Montana.”
“Am I?”
Maxim gripped my arms. “What the fuck did you do?”
Smiling at him, I said, “You taught me well, Max. I too have friends everywhere. You even met some of my friends when you attended one of my charities last year. Don’t you remember?”
His hands slid from my arms as he stepped back. “The Policeman’s Fundraiser Ball. You were the keynote speaker.”
“That’s right. It’s amazing how my line of work puts me right in front of the very people who are eager to bring down your organization. Amazing men and women in blue. So eager to help rid this city of crime. I felt compelled to give them what they needed.”
“Are you crazy! Do you want to bury the rest of your family? Me? Your friends?”
“All of you are safe as long as I don’t miss my appointments. Now, give me a phone. I need to call Mrs. Rushton.”
“Who did you give the information to, Illyria? You put their life in danger, you silly woman. Don’t you get it. Petrovitch is about to start a war you can’t win. He doesn’t care about parties and galas. He wants you. He’s going to do everything in his power to get his hands on you to bring me down. To bring down everyone. Your life isn’t a game!”
“I’m just playing by the rules you men set, Max.”
“Moya Lyubov, please. Whatever you have going on in that devious mind of yours, trust me. You are going to get yourself hurt, or worse, killed. Stop this vendetta you have against me and tell me what you’ve done?”
“Not a chance in hell unless you want to tell me the truth about you and Petrovitch?”
Before I knew what was happening, the weight of his toned body pressed hard against mine as he pinned me to the wall. His hand gripped my face hard as he growled, “You think this is a fucking game? You know nothing, little girl. Now tell me what the fuck you are hiding before I really lose my temper.”
“Go to hell.”
“Wrong answer, baby,” he sneered, his grip tightening as he kissed me hungrily. I could already feel his erection rubbing against me as I longed to sit upon it, riding him hard until he came. Not that I would ever give him the satisfaction again. Fucking bastard was the reason I was in this mess. Yet the more I fought him, the angrier he got as he consumed my mouth like a starving man.
Just the thought of him using my body as he desired left me breathless as I frantically started clawing at his belt, loosening it, desperate to feel his hard cock in my hands again. He let out a low growl as I opened his pants to free his cock. He gasped for a breath at my first touch before winding his hand into my hair, pulling my head back roughly, growling, “You are nothing but trouble. A spoiled fucking brat who throws tantrums when you don’t get your way.”
“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you?”
“No more. I’m going to fuck that impediment out of you if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Good luck.”
Grinding his cock against my hand, I stroked the end of his cock as his teeth sank into the flesh of my neck, causing me to whimper as his tongue ran along my collarbone.
I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. The angrier he got, the rougher he was. Civility gone as the Bloodletter remained.
Suddenly, he pulled away, grabbing my wrist hard, as he dragged me into the very bedroom we once shared. The same bedroom where I found him fucking another woman.
Fighting him as hard as I could, I wasn’t strong enough as he threw me down on the bed. Dropping his pants and ripping his shirt from his body, he stalked towards me. A caged animal replaced the man I once knew. His eyes flamed with retribution and punishment. His growls echoed all around, sending a slight chill down my spine. I’d seen Maxim in many moods, but this one was new. Danger rippled off his body in waves as he stalked towards me, intent on teaching me a lesson I wasn’t sure I was ready to learn.
Slowly backing away from him, I gulped. “Max. You’re scaring me.”
“Shut up,” he growled lowly, grabbing my ankle, yanking me back towards him.
