Devil's Prey(23)

"Yet I am?" Mags grabbed both his hands and squeezed them. "I'm not a  fool. I don't think Dimitri has any intention of allowing me to live or  letting you go. If he has to squash me like a bug, he'd do it to keep  you by his side. Why can't you see that? He's only concerned with the  bigger picture. He couldn't give a fuck about me and I'm not sure he  cares about you at all once you're no longer useful to him. We are  walking into a goddamn trap and you're so blind, you can't see the  forest for the trees."

Max turned away from her, snatching his hands from the warmth provided  by hers. He knew she was telling the truth but he'd been so intent on  biding his time until he could make a clean break.

Before she showed up like Hurricane Magnolia and forced his mentor to  lay all his cards on the table, he was pretty sure he'd be able to do  this last hit and then leave. He wouldn't bother to contact Dimitri  until he was far away in another country beyond the reach of the man  who'd headed the Koslakov Mafia since he'd dispatched his own father  from that very position.

No loyalty among thieves.

Max knew that very well but when it came to the man he'd once would've  given his life for, he knew it went beyond that. Rasmus was Dimitri's  son; his mother had been Koslakov's first wife. He'd been willing to  take him in as another one of his soldiers in the organization though  his father found him weak and unable to acquire a position of  leadership. Once Dimitri found out his son preferred the affections of  other men rather than women, he'd cut him off and put a hit out on him.

Max had gotten the job to end Rasmus' sorry life. That was four years  ago but somehow, they struck up a friendship, the closest he'd ever come  to loving someone and the rest was history.

For some reason, he couldn't tell Mags about his turbulent past with  Rasmus. Although it would at least humanize him in her eyes, it'd also  cause him to lose the one advantage he had in their present situation.  If she wasn't sure he could save her then she wouldn't put her life in  his hands. He didn't want that responsibility. Unfortunately for her, it  was easier for him to be protective over Rasmus but impossible when it  came to her.

It was all about the dynamics of power. He needed an equal and he wanted  her to be that person. If he coddled her then she would never stand  fully on her own two feet. She'd always wait for him to catch her fall.  Edward could be that guy in her life had she allowed him to be but he  would never be like that.

They may be my flesh and blood but they will never be my family. How  could I love the same man who left our mother? How can I love a brother  who was cherished more than me? It should be me in that position, a dark  prince in the land of gods and monsters and yet, what am I? A fucking  disposable thug in a Mafia family that would murder me as quick as they  would smile at me.

"Max, where did you go just now?" Mags inquired, her voice gentle and  reassuring. "What aren't you telling me about this situation?"

He gazed toward her, his blue-green eyes bright with emotion. She looked  so vulnerable in her terry cloth robe, the black color striking against  her peaches and cream complexion with that small hint of dusk. Her  sable hair, soft and wavy around her face, gave her the look of one so  young yet those pale green eyes held secrets not yet revealed. Beautiful  yet hard, like the rarest gemstones on earth; warm yet calculating;  mysterious yet the clarity shown through.         

     



 

He did what always had been his fall back when he didn't want to discuss  a subject. Leaning over, he placed a hand on her jaw and kissed her  long and hard. His mouth opened against hers and his tongue met hers  with an urgency neither could have fully explained.

She seemed to fight against him at first but then her arms wrapped  around his neck and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Max snatched the sash from her robe, causing it to open and her whole  body was on display for him. Her breasts, medium-sized yet completely  firm with nipples that stood out against her flesh, pebbled as the cool  air hit her skin. Soft skin, the scent of some exotic Victoria's Secret  lotion, covered in goose bumps, and led down to a perfect stomach. He  couldn't help himself from reaching between her slightly parted legs and  seeking out the entrance of her pussy, sliding his fingers inside and  marveling at the wetness involuntarily clenching against them at his  invasion.

He pulled away reluctantly as he helped her out of her robe before he  stood, his fingers damp from his previous exploration. It was second  nature to bring them to his mouth and suck her juices off, inhaling a  tantalizing yet musky scent that belonged to her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked out loud.

She nodded her head slowly as those gorgeous green eyes stared back at  him with want and need. "I've been waiting all day for you to do it."

Max smirked. "No, you were waiting all day to have a dick inside you because you visited Edward, and that's not the same thing."

"I want you to fuck me, Max. Not Edward, not Rasmus but you. I've been  waiting all day to feel your cock inside me but instead, you fucked your  lover in front of me to punish me for an infraction I have no idea I  committed. What happened between Edward and I has nothing to do with  you."

He shook his head slowly as he peeled off his t-shirt and stripped the  casual cotton pants he wore from his body. Underneath, he was nude, his  cock hard enough to break granite and his Prince Albert piercing  throbbed along with his dick.

"Everything you do has something to do with me, Mags. You could have  loved any man in this world-why him? What makes him so much worthy than  anyone else?"

Mags stared him down before she reached for his cock and ran a warm hand  down the length. His throat tightened and when her mouth caressed the  tip, her tongue darting on the underside of his piercing, he groaned out  loud. She crawled closer until she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs  wide open in an obscenely sexual manner, he wanted to touch her but he  was mesmerized by the way she slowly took more and more of him into her  mouth.

The rosebud lips wrapped around his cock and milked him gently and  firmly until she swallowed him whole and eased him out of her throat and  mouth. His heart pounded so fast, he couldn't hear anything but the  sound of blood rushing through his veins as he looked down to see his  dick, slick with her saliva as she worked him in and out of her mouth  like a pro. Fuck, she was good, the way she caressed his balls, her  index finger gliding over his perineum in a slow, torturous rhythm that  would have him busting a nut down her throat if he didn't stop her soon.

"Fuck . . . that's enough." His voice sounded harsher than he meant it  to but they were past the point of no return. "Get in the middle of the  bed and keep your legs spread just like that."

Mags turned onto her stomach and crawled toward the middle. Her gorgeous  ass in the air with her cunt wet and ready was too much for him to  handle. He crawled on the bed, grabbed her by her waist and entered her  from behind.

She moaned out loud when his cock his the hilt inside of her. "I want you to fuck me hard, Max. Be rough and don't hold back."

Her words were music to his ears as he slammed inside her tight pussy  again and again, his Price Albert teasing her G-spot. She grabbed the  comforter with both hands, her moans guttural and raw. They were genuine  sounds of pleasure, not the faked kind from certain women who didn't  enjoy sex this way.

Max leaned over her and continued to pump inside of her, his orgasm  near, as he pinched her nipples and she moaned louder. "Fuck me harder,  baby."

There were certain acts he would selfishly partake in with Rasmus but  they were two men and he knew his lover could handle it. But he was  scared to go too far with her because he didn't know whether or not he  would remind her of what she'd grown up with or if she truly enjoyed and  craved rough sex.

He rammed her from behind, balls deep in her tight pussy and with one  final slam, she squeezed her kegel muscles around his cock and he lost  control. His cum spurted inside of her as he caressed her breasts and  kissed her neck. She let go of the comforter as he slid out of her.         

     



 

Mags turned over and lay on her back, spreading her legs. "Isn't this how you wanted me, baby?"

Exhausted and weary but still not completely satisfied, he kissed down  her body. He licked down her body until he reached her clit. Still  swollen from the clamp he'd applied earlier, his tongue teased her and  she jerked against his movement. Applying his thumb to her swollen nub,  he teased her perineum with his tongue before he slid it inside of her,  tasting his semen and her at the same time. She began to squirm  underneath his touch as he continued to lick her juices as they leaked  out of her, reveling in the way she reacted.

Max brought her to another orgasm easily before he kissed up her body.  Tonguing her nipples again before he squeezed them between his fingers  as he kissed up her neck and jaw. His mouth quickly claimed her lips,  slightly open, his tongue working its way into her own. She twirled her  own with his and he deepened his kiss even further.