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Because I couldn’t let something like that happen again. I couldn’t let myself get involved with Maxim. Not when he had told me he hadn’t bought me for that reason. What must he have thought of me? That this had been my plan all along, that I had just been waiting for him to make a move on me like this, praying for an opportunity to give myself over to him? The thought made my stomach flip, and I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
And then, of course, there was the fact that Damyan had walked in on the two of us like that, after I had kissed him earlier in the night. That was even more confusing. Judging by what I’d seen of his attitude before, I had expected him to flip his shit, but to my surprise, he hadn’t said a word about it. Sure, Maxim had been around most of the time, so I figured Damyan was hardly going to go out of his way to confront me, but he must have been pissed.
Right? Or was I just overthinking this way too much, way more than I needed to? I didn’t have a clue, but it felt like it was driving me downright insane.
I pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed, slipped on one of the dresses in the wardrobe, and pressed my ear to the door. I just wanted a moment in the apartment to myself, maybe to head out and get some fresh air. Ever since Maxim had dragged me out of the club, I had thought better of trying to make a break for it again, keeping my head down and not pushing up against the rules they had laid down for me. And, for a while, that had been fine, but the more time passed, the more I found myself hating being stuck in this place.
I couldn’t hear anyone out there. I had been avoiding Maxim like the plague after what had happened because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to resist letting it go down all over again. I had to keep my distance because my head was enough of a mess right now without letting myself get drawn into something else with him.
The apartment looked empty when I headed outside, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, I could maybe go for a quick walk, just get the fresh air and clear my head a little. I snuck over to the door, keeping my footsteps as quiet as I could, and then—
"Hey, Mina."
I froze on the spot. Shit! Looked like I wasn’t going to get away with this quite so easily. I bit down on my lip to keep back the cry of irritation and turned to see Damyan watching me from the kitchen.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked me as he closed the distance between us, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at me pointedly. Oh, God. I felt my stomach twist. I hadn’t been this close to him since the kiss, and the sight of him right there in front of me was making it hard not to think about how damn good his mouth had felt against mine.
"Out," I told him, sharply. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" he replied. "Did that go well for you last time?"
I gritted my teeth.
"It would have, if Maxim hadn’t decided to go ahead and get involved," I fired back. I knew I was pushing my luck, talking about Maxim like that, but I didn’t care. I was testing him, seeing how much I could get away with, especially after the kiss we’d shared before. He would have been perfectly within his rights to be pissed at me for what had happened, wouldn’t he? I wanted to find out just how far that was going to go …
"Oh, it looked to me like he got a whole lot more than involved," he added, his eyes flashing with a darkness I couldn’t quite explain. I wasn’t sure if that was desire, jealousy, or anger in his gaze, but whatever it was, it sent a shiver through my whole system, my body tingling with excitement.
"You jealous?" I fired back. Fuck, I didn’t know what had gotten into me, what the hell was going through my mind. I knew these men were Bratva, and I knew they were probably dangerous, but there was a part of me that wanted to know just how much I could get away with. That wanted to find out, in no uncertain terms, exactly where he would put his foot down, and exactly what he would allow me to get away with.
"No," he replied. "But if I was, I’d have every right to be. Kissing me like that, then fucking Maxim …"
He trailed off, letting the words hang in the air between us. I felt my knees trembling. Hearing him talk so bluntly about it, it turned me on something crazy, and I knew I had to pull myself together.
I took a step towards him. My head was swimming with want and desire, my body taking control of the situation for me, insisting I see how far I could take this.
"You going to stop me leaving?" I asked him, pointing to the door. "Just like he did?"
"Just like he did?" he repeated after me, making sure he had heard me right. I nodded. I could feel the heat between us, the tension, the need—it ached in every cell of my body, every part of me crying out for this, crying out for him. I reached out, grazing my hand for the barest moment against his, and, a moment later, he reached for me and pulled me against him.
I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t aching for this. Curiosity had gotten the better of me, the need to know what it was like to be with both men. Having them turn all their attention on me like this, having them take care of me and protect me when nobody else would, it had lifted a desire in me I had never felt before in my life. I couldn’t hide it, couldn’t deny it. I had to have him.
He kissed me, his mouth finding mine once more, his tongue in my mouth as he lifted me with ease off my feet and pushed me back against the wall. The dress that I was wearing was already riding up, and I wrapped my legs around him on instinct, pressing us together.
"You really want to test me, huh?" he murmured against my mouth, his teeth catching against my lip. A boiling need in the base of my belly threatened to bubble over inside of me at the sound of his words, the low, wanting need in his voice. I could tell he was dangerous, but I didn’t give a damn right now. I just needed him.
"Mm-hmm," I breathed back, and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth as he reached between my legs and ripped my panties right off my body, tossing them aside. I gasped at his strength, but he covered my mouth with his again, pushing himself against me, so I could feel how hard he was for me already.
"You think you can take this?" he asked me. I nodded. It wasn’t a matter of thinking about it, it was a matter of wanting it—wanting it from some place deep, deep inside of me that demanded him closer, closer, closer. He grinned against my mouth and unzipped his pants, taking his cock into his hand and guiding it against my pussy.
I gasped as I felt his thick head push past my lips. I could already tell I had never been with someone as big as him before, but it didn’t matter. I was already soaked, already so needy I would have taken anything he could give me, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid my hands down to the small of his back, pulling him against me, telling him in no uncertain terms just how much I wanted to feel him inside of me right now.
And he was more than willing to oblige, thrusting deep into me in one movement that made my whole body tremble with want. He was rougher than Maxim had been, but I liked that—the contrast made my head spin as I reached up to hang on to his shoulder, pressing my head into his chest as he began to fuck me hard, right there, pinned against the wall, as though I weighed nothing at all.
He growled against my ear and reached up to pull my head away from his chest so I could look him in the eye. His gaze was burning into mine, the sheer desire in his face almost enough to take me over the edge right then and there. I leaned up to kiss him again, brushing my lips against his, greedy for the taste of him, for the feel of him, for every little piece he could give me …
The fullness was sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, my eyes half-lidded as the pleasure started to get the better of me. All this time spent lying in bed and thinking about Maxim, thinking about the two of them, had pushed me to that point of no return so quickly. It felt as though every part of my body was over sensitized, crying out for more, for as much as both of them could give me.
He pushed into me hard and deep, filling me to the brim with every thrust. I was hanging on to him for dear life, staring up and into his eyes, taking in that look he was giving me right now, greedy for it. Fuck, he knew just what he was doing, how good he felt inside of me. I could see it in the cocky grin that had started to curl up the corners of his lips, knowing how close I was to getting off already.
