Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,59
all those other blokes to do as you’ve wished, to bow to your whims, but not me. Never me.”
Her hand resting on my shoulder clenches, digging her nails in as deep as possible. There’ll be some ugly marks there tomorrow, but I’ll relish in the reminder of fucking her tonight. I shove into her, drawing all the way out to my tip, and then plunging forward repeatedly.
“So warm and wet, so tight and provocative.” I groan as my orgasm begins to work its way through my body. I’m ready to burst, but I grit my teeth to hold back a bit longer. I grab her tit, squeezing, and order, “Come for me. I can feel you’re sopping cunt quivering around my cock, I know you want to let go.”
“I’ll never surrender for you.” She fights against me. I hold her tightly, my motions quick and jerky. The suppression must do it as in the next beat she’s screaming my name and flooding my prick with her juice. “Maximillian!”
“Yes,” I growl, as male satisfaction curls through my gut. Once she’s ridden her orgasm to its extent, I pull my length free and spin her around. With her front pinned against the glass, I expel my load all over her back. Painting her smooth flesh with my cum is a sight to behold, one I’ll never forget.
With a quick smack to her arse, I leave her there, panting. “I’ve got to take a piss. Clean yourself up. We can shower if you wish, but I’d rather fuck again. I want my cock in your juicy arse.”
She’s silent as I turn away. I leave her to do as she pleases, handling my own business. I take a glance in the mirror and confirm that she tore my shoulders to shit. The skin’s ripe and bloody, not that I mind. It’s merely a flesh wound that’ll hopefully leave a scar or two behind as a fond reminder. I wash my hands and head for the bedroom, anticipating another round.
I find her fully dressed. Well, more like her clothes haphazardly thrown on, covering as much as they can, being that I ripped them to shit. My brow furrows as I watch her quietly walk towards the front door. She’s set on fighting me it appears. I thought we were past this. She’ll learn eventually not to test me. “Don’t do this,” I order, my voice laced with warning. “You won’t get far. You know I won’t allow you to leave. You’re my wife. You don’t need to be outside without proper security.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Max. I’ve always done whatever I’ve wanted. I bow to no man,” she responds, making the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention. I think it’s the calmness in her tone that has me feeling a bit uneasy. I take one step towards her, ready to toss the stubborn bird over my shoulder and take her to the bed when I notice the gun back in her grip that she’s raising.
She levels it on me once again, and fires without hesitation.
The burn hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve been shot before, but it hurts ten times worse when it’s your wife pulling the trigger. I fall back into the hallway wall, utterly stunned, and watch her walk out the door like a mindless tosser. I don’t even attempt to fight her on it, as I imagine she’s angry enough tonight, she’d shoot me again.
Take a knife in the back, wanna feel my pain.
Make a slice to the wrist, to reveal those veins.
– MGK
Imagine my shock when none other than Dante Vendetti had contacted me and asked me to meet with him. He’d told me it was important, the information he had was about my parents and I had to meet him without my watchdogs or not at all. Of course, I figured out a way to pull it off. I was far too curious to let it go as nothing significant. I was also a tad scared he’d kill me, but my need to know overwhelmed the other emotions. I’m glad I went and sorry for it all at the same time. My heart is beyond conflicted.
Dante blatantly admitted to me that he’d killed my parents, and did so with Max’s agreeance. I was utterly shook, and still am, if I’m being honest with myself. I had to shoot Max. It’s the very least he deserves after all the bullshit he’s put me through prior