Broken Submission: Surrendering Softly (Contemporary Submissive Romance) by Katelyn Skye Read Free Book Online

pulsated
around Maxwell’s cock as he picked up a rapid rhythm. Was it her
imagination but was there a hitch in his breath? Lily couldn’t tell
for sure, too caught up in her own overwhelming enchantment.
    A lifetime of
want compacted into one moment as deep inside her, Maxwell struck a
perfect chord. Faster, deeper, harder. Pain was a faint echo
beneath the pounding of pleasure Maxwell delivered so
powerfully.
    “You feel
that?” he gruffed, even as he licked on her neck in a long, hot
swipe up to her ear. He slashed his hips and all Lily could do was
gasp and mewl. How could he need to ask? Her whole body jarred with
each drill of his masterful cock.
    “You’re close,”
Maxwell told her more than asked. Lily wasn’t even sure how he
knew, but he was right. The irresistible force was pulling her to
the brink as unrelentingly as that first time. But this was
different. Maxwell’s cock filled her to the brim and jabbed into
nameless spots of inner bliss. He rocked atop her and somehow even
her clit felt the grating of his flesh. She was…lost.
    “Oooooh!” she
cried out. It was one long, endless moan. Her muscles clamped even
tighter around him and Maxwell growled, straining into her as his
thrusts blurred into one single, almost militant heave against her
sensitive flesh.
    “Now,
Lily.”
    His command was
deep, rough. She succumbed almost instantly, bucking into him with
a helpless sobbing. His hands slid down her sides to grip her waist
and he pinned her up against his groin as he pummeled her pussy
into her second, more mind-blowing orgasm. Barely still in charge
of her senses, Lily heard Maxwell roar with the force of his
release as his cock vibrated deep inside her core, rocking both
their frames. Tunneling into a subspace of black, swirling ecstasy,
it was so easy to simply let it take her away…
    *
    Maxwell had
pulled on his pants and now sat on the edge of the bed, a distance
from the sleeping Lily.
    Even now,
replete and deep in slumber, she looked even younger, more innocent
especially with most of her sophisticated make up gone. How could
he have been so fucking wrong about her?
    Maxwell
remembered how she’d tried to explain but he wouldn’t listen. He’d
wanted her to be guilty. From the second she’d walked up to their
table and he’d recognized her, he’d felt the need to stake his
claim. It had excited him to think she was no dewy-eyed innocent
but the dirty girl he wished she was. Far from it though; she was
untouched – a virgin no less.
    And he was a
fucking bastard.
    Maxwell had
done a lot of things in his dissolute past to be ashamed of. But
this had to be the worst. So how on earth could he start to make
things right again?
    Emotions,
sentimentality had never been his thing. And yet suddenly, the
woman so delicately spread beneath those covers stirred thoughts
and feeling Maxwell had believed were long buried inside him.
Possessiveness; the need to control…his deeply dominant side was
awoken and now there was no going back.
    Lily might
already hate his guts – hell, there was no ‘might’ about it. But
soon, she was going to be his, completely. He’d find a way – he
always did.
    His mind
suddenly working fast, he rose from the edge of the bed and on
noiseless bare feet, left the bedroom to head for his study. He got
behind his desk and picked up the phone.
    “Zach? It’s
Maxwell. I know it’s late, but I have something I need done within
the next 24 hours.”
    Minutes later,
the call ended and Maxwell replaced the receiver. His last words to
Zach had been, “Find out all you can about Lily Armstrong.”
    Maxwell wasn’t
even sure what Zach would find. Maybe nothing. But Maxwell couldn’t
shake off the thought that Lily was hiding far more than anyone
could ever imagine. She’d surprised him twice already tonight and
he had a feeling she still had a lot of surprises up her
sleeve.
    His expression
was thoughtful, calculating. Then he remembered what lay waiting in
between