Page 49 of Bound in Possession

Finally, as the clock nears four o’clock, Maksim stands up, drawing every eye back to the head of the table. His massive frame commands total authority, the air in the room turning ice-cold.

"We have our trap," Maksim growls, his gaze sweeping over his inner circle with a lethal promise. "But until Viktor takes the bait, I want double guards on every perimeter. No one sleeps, and everyone stays on high alert. If a single blade of grass moves near my property without authorization, kill it first and ask questions later."

He looks down at me, a dark, possessive spark flickering in his gaze. "Meeting adjourned. Get out."

As the captains and guards start to gather their things and leave the room, I push my chair back and stand up, ready to head back. Earlier, just before this meeting, Nastya said she wanted me to go somewhere with her.

"Sit the fuck down, Camilla," Maksim's voice cuts through the rustle of the departing men. It's low, rough, and laced with an edge that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I pause, feeling the heavy vibration of his annoyance rolling off him in waves. Recognizing the danger in his tone, I slowly lower myself back into the leather chair, keeping my expression neutral as the last of the captains exits. Maksim glances at his right-hand man. "Dmitri, leave us."

Dmitri gives a single, knowing nod and steps out, the heavy steel security door sliding shut behind him.

Maksim walks over to the control panel and hits the manual override, locking the door from the inside with a solid, echoing thud. The sterile security room instantly feels much smaller, the air thick with tension. He turns and walks back to my seat, looming over me like a dark shadow.

"Did I not tell you to not open your mouth without my permission?!" he growls.

I swallow hard against the sudden tightness in my throat, but I refuse to let my voice waver. "Maksim, I’m not a figurehead. I’ll open my mouth when I have something to say."

He tilts his head, a dangerous, mocking glint entering his eyes. "Really?"

"Yes," I say, lifting my chin.

"Open your mouth then," he commands flatly.

I blink, thrown off by the sudden shift. "What?"

"Open your fucking mouth, princess," he repeats, his voice dropping into a dark, demanding tone.

I can still feel the heat of his irritation, a raw dominance that tells me he is right on the edge of losing his temper completely. Realizing he isn't playing, I do as I’m told, parting my lips slightly and looking up at him.

"Good. Leave it open like that," he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my lips as his large hands move down to unbuckle his pants.

My heart hitches in my chest, a sudden wave of heat rushing through my veins. "What are you doing?" I ask, my voice muffled.

"I told you to keep it open," Maksim warns, his jaw clenching as he steps closer, his dark shadow completely engulfing me. "Don't make me bend you over this glass desk and spank you, Camilla, or you won't be able to walk to the dinner table tonight. Keep your mouth open."

I swallow my protest, my eyes wide as I lock my gaze onto his, slowly parting my lips again just as he takes a final step forward.

The heavy denim of his pants parts, and his cock spills out, thick, dark, and already fully aroused from the adrenaline of the confrontation. My eyes widen involuntarily, a sudden rush of heat flooding my throat as my mouth instantly waters at the sight.

But I force my expression to harden, pulling a mask of anger over my features. He can't know I like this. He is treating me like a total slut right now, demanding compliance in a sterile war room where men were just plotting a turf war, and yet my pulse is racing.

Why do I like this?

Why does his dominance make me feel so helplessly alive?

Maksim doesn't care about the fury in my eyes. He wraps his large, thick fingers around his girth, giving it a rough, grounding tug that causes a bead of pre-cum to glisten at the tip. He steps forward, his thighs pressing against the edge of my chair, and deliberately taps the warm, heavy head of his cock against my cheek.

"Open wider, baby," he orders, his voice twisting into a dark, gravelly vibration that commands absolute submission.

I swallow my pride, my jaw dropping lower as I part my lips fully for him, my breath coming in short, needy gasps.

He lets out a low, satisfied rumble in his chest. "Good girl."

Something about that raw, possessive praise goes straight to my head, obliterating the last of my defense. The moment he pushes forward, sliding the heavy head of his cock past my lips and onto my tongue, I don't hesitate. A desperate urge to please him takes over, and I gulp him down immediately, drawing him deep into my throat as my hands grip the leather armrests for balance.

A deep, guttural groan rips from Maksim’s chest, his head throwing back as his fingers bury themselves directly into my hair. The sudden, intense heat of my mouth wrapping around him catches him completely off guard.