Chapter 1: Forbidden Heat
The air in Maxwell’s dimly lit penthouse was thick with tension, a dangerous cocktail of lust and loathing. I stood there, my crimson dress hugging every curve of my body, staring into his piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress me with every passing second. My heart raced, but I’d be damned if I let him see me falter.
“Don’t act like you’re not dying to get your hands on my body at every chance you get,” I whispered, my voice dripping with venom and desire. I leaned closer, my breath hot against his ear. “I bet you fucked Camilla with thoughts of me burning in your head.”
Maxwell’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his gaze darkening as he towered over me. “Oh, Sasha, you’ve got a mouth on you. But I bet it’d look better begging. Beg me to give you what you’re craving right now,” he growled, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw, unfiltered sex.
I batted my eyelashes, feigning innocence, before letting a sharp smile cut through. “Please, I beg you… to fuck off.” My hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge an inch. His body was a wall of heat and muscle, and damn it, my pussy was already dripping with need despite my defiance.
“We’ll see about that,” he snarled, and before I could spit another retort, his mouth crashed into mine. Hungry. Demanding. I wanted to slap him, to shove him away, but instead, I kissed him back with equal ferocity. Our tongues battled for dominance, a war of lust and spite, as we devoured each other.
He broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air, panting like animals in heat. In one swift move, he pinned my hands above my head against the wall, his lips attacking my neck with savage kisses and hard sucks that sent electric shocks straight to my core. “Max, ehnnn,” I moaned loudly, unable to hold back as he drove me wild.
That seemed to snap something in him. He released my hands only to grab my breasts, squeezing them with a possessive grip that made me gasp. With a feral grunt, he yanked at my dress, the fabric ripping apart like it was nothing. His mouth was on my bare skin instantly, latching onto my nipple, sucking and licking like a man starved for decades. I arched my back, giving him more, my body betraying every ounce of resistance I had left.
“Fuck, Sasha,” he growled against my skin, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the nearby couch. He dropped me gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way his lips stayed glued to my nipple, teasing and tormenting. I was a moaning mess, my body on fire, as he slid down, tearing the remnants of my dress off completely.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he rasped, his voice vibrating straight to my wet, aching core. Before I could snap back with something witty, his mouth was on me, attacking my pussy with a hunger that made my vision blur.
“Fuckkkkk!” I screamed, nearly leaping off the couch if his strong hands weren’t pinning my legs down. His tongue explored every fold, every corner, licking and sucking with a precision that had me sweating and trembling. My hands flew to my breasts, gripping them hard as the tension built in my core, threatening to shatter me.
I was so close, so damn close, my body dripping with need, when suddenly a voice sliced through the haze of lust. “What the hell, Maxwell?!”
I jolted upright, my heart slamming against my chest. Camilla stood at the bottom of the stairs, her wide eyes locked on us, shock and fury etched across her face. My gaze snapped to Maxwell, and without a second thought, I slapped him hard across his smug face. “You had your mistress sleeping over while you fuck me down here?” I yelled, my voice a mix of rage and lingering heat.
He wiped his lip, smirking like the devil himself. “She’s not here for a sleepover, Sasha. I asked her to move in.”
My blood boiled, but my body still hummed with the unfinished fire he’d ignited. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
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