Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,34

but what would be the point if I made it easy for him? Besides, I miss having my own men at my beck and call to lick my pussy whenever I deem it necessary. I’ve been sexually frustrated since the night of our engagement announcement and Max had killed my security detail. Hard to believe it’s been a month since then and I’m supposed to marry the henchman next week. It’s been less than two months since my father brought up the idea of marriage, and it’s gone by in a flash. I’ve heard of some mob weddings being planned quickly, but I was shocked to learn they’re typically two to six months after an engagement announcement. It seems far too fast to me. These women have no idea what they’re missing experiencing single life first.

When I haven’t been busy hating Max, it’s been difficult to keep my thoughts off him then as well. I haven’t given in, though, because he needs to understand I won’t roll over and allow him to walk all over me. I’m my own woman, and I’ll be damned if any man comes in and believes he can control me. I’m a fighter. I’m strong. I was raised to be that way plus more, and I won’t be changing my tune anytime soon. If Max genuinely wants me to give in and offer myself to him, he’ll have to learn I’m in charge of myself, not anyone else.

“This is far enough,” I tell the security guy and stop abruptly in the hall leading to my and Max’s bedroom. There’s no way I’m taking any men in our room. Max would have a bloody Sunday, and I’d be the victim of his wrath, as well as the remainder of my famiglia.

“You’re in charge, Miss Castelano. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Of course you will, Fritz. My father pays you far too well not to obey. Now get on your knees. I’m overdue for an orgasm and want my pussy licked.” Fritz does as he’s commanded, sinking below me. A smile graces my lips, my eyes rolling back as his head fits between my legs, hitting the spot so desperately needing attention.

Max has me so wound up, it has my insides clawing for a release. “Yes, just like that. Good boy, Fritz,” I praise breathlessly as I pat his head. He’s no more than a puppy sent to bring me some entertainment. I had him sent over on special request. He’s the only one of my father’s men who has the light hair and skin tone like Max’s.

The front door opens and closes in the background, but I pay it no mind, chalking it up to the other man my father sent over. My mind is on the here and now, enjoying every lick and flick of Fritz’s tongue. I may’ve agreed to marriage with Max, but I never agreed to give up my play time. I’ve been an independent woman, taking care of my own needs for as long as I can remember. I was spoiled growing up, but also taught the worth of making my own success and sating my desires.

A pleasant tingle begins to build, my muscles tightening with the delicious sensation. Pleasure spikes, my mind spiraling down the sweet hole of satisfaction drawing me in like an addict. I will never get enough of a man licking my pussy clean. It’s exhilarating, to have them before me, surrendering to my every whim. “Yes,” I murmur, running my thumb along the scruff on Fritz’s jaw, imagining it belonging to another.

I’m interrupted by a British accent laced with fury. “Having fun, darling?”

My eyes shoot to the opening of the hall, widening as they meet Maximillian’s. “M-Max?” I gasp as my orgasm crests and I nearly keel over from the impact. “You’re supposed to be busy,” I comment needlessly. He’s not supposed to be home for a while. I made sure of it.

His lips spread into a wide, malicious grin. “Oh, Ismerlda, you’ve been a bad, bad little bird. You’re toying with the help again,” he states, striding towards us. His jacket’s off, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms. His top’s still tucked into his slacks, but his light hair appears a bit mussed, making him even more disarming than usual.

“You’ve taken away all of my fun,” I pout, ready to stir up a fight and attempt to pin the blame on him.

“Oh no you don’t.