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We stare at each other for I don't know how long. Words that don't need to be said float between us. He knows why. He pushes himself off the bed. "How long?"
"A while." He nods like he's contemplating then turns and opens the door.
"Where are you going?" I ask sitting up.
He whirls around. "I'm going to talk to my brother."
"No, you are not." I see it in his eyes. He wants to hurt his brother. "I see it in your eyes, Maxim. I won't allow it."
He looks at the ceiling. "And she defends him."
"Shut the door," I demand. He glances at me for a second and closes the door. "Lock it."
He arches a brow. I unbutton my jean shorts and, hook my thumbs in the band of my panties and shimmy them down my hips.
"Elena?"
"Come here, Maxim.”
The bed dips, and he helps me take off my shorts and panties the rest of the way. I'm bare, and his eyes are everywhere. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."
"Don't lie."
His eyes land on my scars and fear snakes in my belly. He will change his mind when he sees how ugly I am but he grabs my hips and lowers his head between my legs. I'm hot and wet, but I'm nervous.
He could have any girl. One that doesn't hold a torch for his brother. One that isn't fragile. Weak. With ugly scars he must look at every time he sees me naked. He must feel pity for how pathetic and damaged I am. But he stares.
And, I wait.
I wait for him to pull away.
I wait for him to tell me I need help.
But it doesn't come.
He places light kisses on my scars like his brother did, guilt claws inside me, but I push it away.
Santi and I are friends. He has changed ever since I stopped paying attention. Ever since I let him go. After he saw my scars, he doesn't complain when I'm around. He invites me to his games, but I always decline. He doesn't push. Santi doesn't ask if I still cut. He lets me be.
Maxim eyes lift, and there is a flicker in his gaze. "I'm going to suck your pussy, Elena. Have you ever had your pussy sucked?"
He knows I haven't but doesn't wait for an answer and licks my clit with the flat part of his tongue.
“Maxim,” I say on a gasp.
He blows air on my heated pussy, and I squirm. My nipples ache to be sucked. They are tight and rubbing against the pads of my bra. I want his mouth on me. I want his mouth every where.
"Suck my pussy, Maxim," I beg.
He licks my slit like an ice cream cone. I cry out at how good it feels.
"You taste sweet,Muñeca.You're so wet"–– he licks me again––"so hot."
I slide my hands on the short strands of his hair and pull. "More," I plead.
He growls and sucks. Flicks his tongue and then, dips inside. I buck on his face, and he eats me like an animal that has been starving for days.
My legs widen, and I grind my pussy on his face. My orgasm builds, and I hold it, not wanting it to end. Wishing it would never stop. He feels too good. His mouth fucking me and I can'ttake it. My orgasm crest, and I let out little moans before I come into his mouth.
