palms grabbed my ass cheeks, I was all about him. He stripped me on the sofa, careful of my bruises and scrapes. I spread myself for him right there in the living room.
Except this time, he was gentle, so tender I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face as he licked down my frame. He stopped to kiss my hips, the soft insides of my thighs then lower.
I arched upward, ignoring the burning of my wounds to bury my fingers in his hair and move his tongue where I truly wanted it.
The first time my world shattered for him, I bit into a knuckle to stop the sound.
The second time, I had no control. My eyes snapped opened as I whispered his name the screamed out loud. My frame trembled but he didn’t give me time to breath. He took me hard and deep and my entire world vanished. All the darkness I had been feeling the past few days had been illuminated by a beautiful light only Hermes could shine into my soul.
In return, I did everything I could to hear him growl for me again. I did everything to feel him surging inside me like the waves of the ocean during a storm—rough and powerful.
How was I going to let this go?
How was I going to stop thinking about the warmth of his frame, the strength in his touch—all of it?
A roll of his hips took my mind back to a place where all I could think about was him.
“Maksim…”
“Come for me.” He whispered against my ear. “Forget everything else. For the next little while, I’m yours. All of me—every bit of me.”
I came again—so hard, I thought my heart must have stopped for a split second.
I didn’t care.
“You’re mine.” I panted, dragging my nails down his back to sink them into the meaty flesh of his ass. “You’re mine.”
Maksim Demidov
The rain came unannounced and the temperature dropped. It wasn’t cold enough for heaters, but I had to dig out a couple blankets for Tianna. While she stayed with Kujo, I left the house we were staying at, to pay someone a visit. I had Hex track my phone, just in case.
The massage parlor stood in the center of the city, a prestigious neighborhood. The neighbors didn’t complain because for the most part, it’s a quiet place, closed at the end of business hours and the clients who went in pulled up in expensive cars and three-piece suits.
On the inside of The Compound Nail and Spa Services, everything was all but legit. I rolled the Maserati into a slot and slipped on my designer sunglasses. When I stepped from the car, I noticed the curtain from a home across the way slipped back in place.
I turned and headed up the front steps and into the comfortable interior of the Spa. A petite woman at the front desk greeted me with a smile.
“How may we assist you today?” She asked.
“I’m Maksim Demidov.” I told her.
“Wow.” Her eyes widened. “The billionaire…welcome to our spa!”
“Thank you. I’m actually here looking for services for my girlfriend.” I lied easily while picking up a pamphlet.
“Girlfriend?” She sputtered. “I didn’t—I mean, okay.”
“She’s been working very hard lately. I wanted her to have a day of pampering. Money is no problem. I want her to have the best.”
I took in where the cameras were while pretending to read the pamphlet.
“She’s a lucky woman.”
I smiled.
“Oh, I assure you our services are tops in the city.” She replied excitedly. “The first thing we do, is give you a tour of the premises—the parts that do not violate our clients’ privacy, of course.”
“Of course.”
“If I could have you fill this out.” She collected a form with a clipboard then directed me to the seating area. “I will have someone come out to give you the tour presently. It’ll be easier to pick the services if you can see a few of them.”
I nodded.
To their credit, they had a young woman exit to show me around. She babbled excitedly about the different places in the spa, the different services, which was her favorite. When she left to gather more paperwork, I found the room I wanted, entered and closed the door behind me. I stood behind the man with the towel over his face and frowned while I turned up the heat keeping the heated rocks warm.
“I didn’t think you were coming back, Sweetie.” He spoke without moving. “Daddy’s been aching for a release.”
I gripped the ends