Devil's Prey(35)

The feeling of pleasure, pain and absolute desire had me bucking my hips  and fucking his mouth with my pussy while my fingers gripped the base  of his cock to keep him from coming at the same time. He slapped my ass  in response before he grabbed the butt plug by the base and pounded my  asshole with it several times as I rode out my orgasm.

"Get on your knees, bad girl."

I obeyed but my jelly-like limbs were slow to react as he pulled himself  into a sitting position. I wanted him to take me from behind; it had  become a favorite position of mine every since he introduced the butt  plug to me in the Caribbean. There was something about being fucked by  him while this silicone object lay lodged into my back passage, making  the sex between us feel that much more satisfying. I swore no one made  me come so hard in my life.

Max grabbed me by the waist while he sat, his back against the  headboard, as he impaled me onto his cock and I moaned out loud. Using  his knees for leverage, he pounded me hard and rough as he massaged my  clit with his fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck since I  couldn't kiss him and my back lay against his chest.

He fucked me as if he was making love to me and that's exactly what it  felt like. I wanted him to touch me everywhere as his hands snaked up my  body and pinched my nipples as I worked my hips, forcing his cock as  deep into me as it could go.

"Come all over my dick, babe. Fuckin' drench it with your pussy juices."

Those words were all it took for me to orgasm and clench my kegel  muscles tight around his shaft. Max laughed in my ear and I couldn't  help the slight annoyance. He'd delayed his own orgasm because he wanted  me in another position when he decided to come.

It was pretty strange how through our sexual escapades, I'd learned more  about the man than any of our other interactions. Not because we didn't  talk-which we did, more often than not-but through sex, he could be  himself completely. He was dirty, twisted, fucked up and perverted.

I wouldn't have wanted him any other way.

Max rearranged us until I was on my stomach and he was astride me though  his length merely teased my ass instead of being inside of me. Once he  lifted his weight from my body, I got on all fours. He crawled behind me  and spanked my ass again.

One cheek; then the other; then both at the same time.

I turned toward him with a come hither expression and he took the  opportunity to lean over me and devour my lips with his own. Our tongues  immediately sought the other's out and we kissed hungrily and greedily  for several moments. His hands gripped my waist once our mouths parted  and he entered me slowly and deeply from behind.

His pace was torturous for someone who liked it rough but that was Max.  Completely unpredictable and unafraid of experimentation when it came to  sex-at least with me. I would do anything he wanted and surprisingly,  he would do the same. We'd only had anal sex once but that was because I  wanted him to fuck me there. It had been the most delicious kind of  pain but he was too big and alas, after being with average-sized men in  the dick department my whole life-Edward being the lone exception other  than Max-it wouldn't ever be enjoyable. First, we had to train my ass to  accept him, hence the inclusion of butt plugs in our sexual escapades.         

     



 

He'd apply them and fuck me while one was up my ass and asked me if I  truly enjoyed the invasion. There was a reason men liked anal-their  prostate gland was massaged when they were fucked in the ass. Women,  unfortunately, didn't have one and he wanted me to understand it was an  acquired taste and certainly not for everyone. If I didn't enjoy it, he  wouldn't care. He enjoyed fucking my mouth and pussy too much to put up a  fuss. But I did want to find the activity pleasurable and therefore,  I'd make a concerted effort to try.

I couldn't say it was one hundred percent enjoyable, not nearly as  satisfying as his tongue or a couple of his fingers rammed up my ass  while he fucked me but in time, it might become an activity I could  eventually crave.

Max picked up the pace as his mouth kissed my shoulder blades and the  heat of his body filled me with warmth. I was sore, my body felt  deliciously fucked and I didn't want to have yet another orgasm but  somehow, it happened anyway just after he came inside me. His fingers  dipped into me and massaged my G-spot as his cum dripped out of me and  it didn't take much for me to lose control again.

After our exhausting display of morning affection, I lay sated as he  kissed my neck while his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me close  to him.

"You have no reason to be nervous about tonight. Everything is going to be fine," Max said in a low voice.

"I'm not-at least not right now," I replied quietly. "I'm nervous about  this-us. I'm still not on anything and yet . . . I haven't gotten  pregnant. Maybe I can't, Max."

He kissed my forehead. "If you can't then it's all right, honey. A woman  is not defined by how many children she can or can't have. Like we  talked about, I'm not even sure I want any but if it happens, I wouldn't  be upset either. Maybe because you're stressin' about it is the very  reason why you can't get pregnant in the first place."

"I don't want you to think I'm broken or merely used goods. It's the  same with Angelo when I meet him tonight. I fear he might not want me in  his life and that would be the worst form of betrayal. Surely you can  understand that."

His arms held me closer before he kissed the side of my head. "Of course  but at the same time, you can't keep doing this to yourself or to us.  Your past not only defines you but it's part of the reason you are the  person you've become. Does that make you tainted or imperfect? No, not  at all. You're the woman I want to be with regardless what has happened  to you.

"I knew it from the moment we met. I truly don't care about Brad and Nel  sticking their cocks inside you or your mouth-except for how it has  affected you, psychologically speaking. Are they disgusting men? Yes,  but you're physically healthy. It's time to stop holding on to all this  blame you carry around like a goddamn security blanket. There is  absolutely nothing you did to cause all the shit that has happened to  you. I swear to you. Nothing you did caused your parents to be murdered.  Dimitri is responsible for everything."

I nodded and smiled for his sake but nothing was as simple as just  letting go. If it was, I would have done that a long time before now. I  wouldn't be in the same place I found myself to be in at that moment and  it sucked.

Only time would tell if I'd ever be able to forgive myself, even if I  hadn't done anything wrong and had absolutely nothing to feel guilty  about.

That was the problem with emotions; once you started feeling them, they  were like the goddamn levies that'd broken and damn near destroyed this  city. They flooded you, beat you down and left a messy trail of death  and destruction in its wake. But if a city could slowly be rebuilt,  couldn't I use that same philosophy with my psyche, and rebuild my life  again?

I refused to believe I was anything less than someone who could be  redeemed and absolved for my past sins. However, no one could forgive me  if I didn't forgive myself first.

That was the hard part.





Maxwell





The day flew by and before Max knew it, the time had come.

Both he and Mags dressed to the nines because Gautreau's wasn't a  "t-shirt and jeans" type of restaurant. He couldn't deny his own  excitement with what had finally transpired and for him, the meet was  way overdue.

He knew Mags was extremely nervous but at the same time, this was  something that had to happen. In a way, their life-although it'd just  begun-had come full circle. They'd united under the guise they would  assassinate Angelo Abandonato but the man would actually be the driving  force that would keep them both safe.         

     



 

Max knew he could take on Dimitri. He'd spent every waking moment in the  man's presence since he'd married his mother. He innately understood  him and the reasoning behind his actions. However, just because he  comprehended why the man acted the way he did no longer meant he had to  make excuses for him or condone his behavior. If Dimitri was a player  across from him in a Chess game, he knew the next move he would make.

Unfortunately, taking on Dimitri involved taking on the whole Koslakov  Mafia and Max happened to be only one person. Were their soldiers he  could count on? Maybe but none he would trust with his life or that of  his fiancée. The risk was too great. They only had one person they could  turn to and in this case, they were safer with him because he was Mags'  blood.

Angelo and Magnolia had a stronger bond than she could comprehend at  this point because Sophia was her mother, and by default, she belonged  to Angelo's favorite relative. He loved her with all his heart and would  have done anything to protect her.

Angelo had not taken Sophia's death lightly and for a while, he'd gone  on a murderous tirade, killing enemies of his family left and right.  He'd made the fictitious Michael Corleone seem like an ordinary decent  criminal, and resembled a reincarnated version of Casino's Nicky  Santoro.