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I know what he wants. What he’s going to do to me. The one thing that can help me in this moment.

I straddle him and he shuts the door, locking us away in our own little world. The sounds of people on the street disappears. The honking of car horns. The low music thudding from the club. Nothing inside the car except for me and Maxim.

“Unzip my pants and take my cock out,” he orders.

His command is exactly what I need to jolt the pain right out of me. I do as he says. He groans when my hand wraps around his length. Maxim reaches under my skirt and rips my panties down.

“You need to stop wearing these,” he growls, tossing the fabric to the side. In one quick motion, he rips the straps of my dress and pulls it down before unclasping my bra. He presses kisses to my breasts, making me arch back. “Lower yourself onto my cock. I’ll take your pain away, baby. I promise.”

My arousal hits me like a gushing river. I know I need him like I need air to breathe. I’ve never needed anything more.

I’m tired of pushing Maxim away. I want to accept all of him, including his darkness.

Because I have some darkness of my own inside of me.

I lower myself onto his erection and we both moan into the car. In here, we don’t have to be quiet.

“I want you to scream for me,” he says, gripping the back of my head and gently tugging on my hair. “I want you to scream my name as you ride my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Maxim,” I whimper. “I don’t know.”

“Try.” His other hand grabs my hip and brings me up and down on his length. I rock my hips back and forth with a wild abandon I have never felt before.

His lips find my breasts again as our bodies move together. I grip the back of his hair. I need something to steady me.

Maxim leans back and captures my lips in a heated kiss. His fingers grip my nipples and gently tug. I moan into his mouth.

“You like that?” he asks, tweaking my nipples again. The pain of it helps me forget what I did to my father and the pleasure between my legs helps the weight lift off my shoulders. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me.”

I gasp when he grabs my backside and pulls me down hard on his cock.

“Tell me you love my cock inside of you.”

“I love it,” I whisper.

“No. Say it exactly as I said it.”

I look into his eyes and let myself get lost in the moment. “I love your cock inside of me.”

He growls and claims my lips again. It’s all so heated and rough and dirty and wrong but it so right at the same time. I want Maxim to claim my body for the rest of my life.

Just him. No one else. Not my parents. Not Alexei. Not Alisa.

Just me and Maxim.

“I needed you,” I cry into his ear. “I needed you when I came home and you weren’t there.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I’m here now. I’m here.”

“Help me,” I practically sob, dropping my head back. “Please.”

“Then ride my cock faster and come for me. I know you need your release. Come on, baby. Come for me and scream my name.”

I let Maxim’s words wash over me. His command. The way he takes my pain away and replaces it with pleasure.

I want this. I came to him knowing there was a chance something like this might happen. I know what I need to do.

Stop hiding. Start fighting for the things I want in life.