Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,33

him into the shower, I pause in the open bathroom doorway. I lean my body against the doorframe, eyes pinned on him. His body’s a work of art, and I stare my fill, watching as his big hands fill with soap and then rub all over his smooth, pale flesh. I bite back a curse watching his muscles flex and release with his movements. He’s extraordinary, an evil temptation. Like Lucifer.

“I’d be obliged to fuck you against the shower wall if you’d fancy it.”

“Not happening,” I shoot him down, eagerly staring as he palms his cock. What is it with him and walls? A kink? His hand rubs up and down with a few tugs, soaping the length and then underneath to his heavy sack. The Brit is well-endowed and he knows it. Cocky fucker. Literally.

“Suit yourself then.” He shrugs and continues to pump his shaft. He becomes impossibly large; my hands would not be able to wrap around his girth fully. It has my thighs clenching. He’s exactly what I’ve been craving and missing. I stand there, entranced for who knows how long, before I realize he’s not stopping, but picking up speed. His lips are parted as he breathes through his mouth, his irises raking over my body as he jerks rigorously.

Here I was thinking I’d possibly make him a bit uncomfortable with my presence, but I couldn’t be more wrong. In fact, he seems to be enjoying it immensely. We’re not saying anything and yet this situation has turned erotic. I can feel myself growing wet. My yoga pants will have a soaked spot, telling on me if I’m not careful. He can’t know what he does to me. I don’t want him gaining that kind of power over me. He’s dangerous enough already.

“Part your thighs,” he gruffly demands, the words sounding strained with his budding pleasure.

I do as he commands, showing him the evidence of my arousal, and it’s all it takes to set him over the edge. I guess I couldn’t hold myself back after all. Any little thing I can do to taunt him in return, it seems, even if that means showing him the wet spot directly over my pussy. I’ve never been shy about my sexuality, and the man before me only drives that response in me higher.

“Mm,” he groans, his load shooting up his stomach to reach his chest. He was holding back. Must’ve not fucked anyone else like I’d suspected. I wonder how long it’s been since he’s had a release. Such a shame all of that had to be wasted on his perfect body. It would’ve felt so good filling up my pussy or mouth. I won’t admit as much to him anytime soon though. I can’t let him know how badly I want to feel him down there.

“Keep staring at me like that, darling, and I won’t give you the chance to tell me no.”

I spin around, leaving him to clean his mess. I need new pants. And my vibrator.

I leave my office. It’s the end of the week, and I’m due to have a few days off. Not that they’ll be tranquil, since the untapped sexual tension seems to have gone up tenfold between Max and me. We’re getting along, but ever since I watched him in the shower, things have changed. We’re like two sexually charged beings, ready to explode around the other. Each hour only makes it more difficult to keep my hands off him, from giving in to my basic human desires.

Since coming back to my office, I’ve spoken to my father and found out that Max was a busy man while he was gone. I figured as much, but had no real idea just how far he’d gone. In fact, I was way off. My father reluctantly shared that Max had taken out Marco Vittorio and his remaining bloodline after I’d admitted to killing Roberto. My fiancé was on a slaying spree, a bender of death, if you will…then I stared at him naked, in the shower, while he’d pleasured himself. The fact that I’m not bothered even in the slightest that one of the Five Famiglia lines was eradicated by my betrothed should tell you I’m not all right in the head. Maybe Max and I are more alike than I’d ever given credit to.

I asked my father to send over a few of our own men as I need someone to play with. Sure, I could give in and fuck Max,