Page 32 of Mistaken
Maksim moves inside me, side to side to make more room for his cock, and he starts again, this time pushing down sharply with his pelvis when he thrusts into me and the springy curls at the base of his cock rub against my extremely overstimulated clitoris and by the time he finally grips my waist, painfully tight and comes inside me with a growl, I tip over the edge with him again.
He’s panting, his sweaty chest rubbing against my breasts and I’m oddly pleased that at least this man isn’t completely unaffected by me after he’s blown everything I’ve ever known about sex clear out of the water.
It’s the strangest thing.
An act that’s supposed to beso intimate - well, to me, anyway, I was never good with just hooking up - and Maksim’s managed to make this… Whatdidhe make this?
He’s still inside me, his chest hair tickling my nipples and he’s panting harshly from completely rearranging my insides. We’re attached, skin to skin with every inch of us, but I feel like it all happened without ever touching him. My hands are still gripping the pillow behind my head.
He gives me a kiss on my forehead and pulls out, grinning at my gasp and walks to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth to clean me before sliding into bed and falling asleep, his back turned to me.
I stare up at the patterns on the ceiling, shadows from the movement of the waves under the moon. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life, but he never let me touch him.
Why?
Chapter 11 - The “No Touchie” Rule
In which Ella discovers there are some things that Maksim will not tolerate: coked-up Made Men and your hands on his body
Maksim…
“...Tania was quite agitated when she described the situation to me.”
I was staring out the window of my study, watching my bride hobble over to a lounge chair. “Really. And what did she say?”
My idiot brother couldn’t stop laughing. “She called Oleg a… how did she put it? She said, ‘And that punch-drunk fuckboy left my girl in the SUV with this psycho bitch and her gun issues.’ I would be furious right now, but I’m still laughing.” I watched Ella gasp as she sat down and tried to smother a grin, waiting for Yuri to control himself. “However,” he continued, “as per your order last night that Oleg should spend some quality time in the warehouse with Bodgan, we took him this morning. Do you think he’s involved with the Sokolovs or just stupid enough to take a bribe?”
Ella has been shifting from hip to hip, trying to find a comfortable perch on the lounge chair. I had some numbing cream that I should be rubbing onto her swollen, sweet parts if I wanted to be inside her again.
Just watching my bride limp over to the hot tub was making me hard again, even though I’d fucked her four times over the last twelve hours. Each time, she’d forgotten and tried to touch me, and I’d been forced to tie her wrists to the headboard to keep them there.
“Maksim? Are you still there?”
Clearing my throat, I turned my back to the sight of Ella sinking into the warm water with a pitiful groan I could hear through the open window. “Of course. Pick up Oleg’s cousins, too. They’re likely involved and are just as stupid as he is. We’ve had six missing shipments - like that stunt with the arms storage in the Marx bodega - where he was on the crew. Oleg was the most likely suspect we’ve found in months. Even if he’s not…” my hand clenched on my phone and the screen cracked, “he allowed my wife to be placed in danger. He should have cleared the backseat and not left her alone. For that reason alone, the????will die. Make sure Bogdan doesn’t get too enthusiastic with him before I return.”
Yuri hummed thoughtfully, “I'm still amazed you’re willing to be away from your kingdom for a full five days. I’ll bet ten thousand dollars that you’re back in the penthouse within forty-eight hours.”
Ella is falling asleep in the hot tub, I can tell. Admittedly, I didn’t let her get more than an hour or two of sleep before I woke and slid back into her. She was still wet and warm enough, and it was so good, stretching her open again… Ah, yes, she is asleep and about to sink under the bubbling water.
“I have to go, brother, but no. I won’t be back until I have to be at the summit of the families. There’s too much to occupy me here.”
The little bastard laughed again. “Ella must be something extraordinary then. Congratulations.”
“If you ever talk about my wife in any way relating to anything sexual, I’ll cut your tongue out,” I snarled.
“Very well, Pakhan,” he said respectfully, but I knew my brother was still silently laughing.
“What about you and Tania?” I looked out the window again to make sure my bride’s head was still above water. “You sounded too cozy for a simple conversation about my wife’s safety.”
He hummed noncommittally.
It was my turn to laugh. “Really? Did she appreciate your special enhancement?”
“By the fourth orgasm, I was fairly certain she appreciated it. By the seventh and as she lost consciousness, that seemed like a strong endorsement.”
“As always, you’ll ruin her for other men, but be careful. I don’t want to see Ella upset because you’ve broken her best friend’s heart.”
“Me, Maksim?” Yuri always loved to sound like I’d wounded him deeply. This had merited several punishments as a child for “torturing” my brother. Torturing us, of course, was my father’s job.
