me otherwise?â
âI know I can.â He stood, nodding. âIf thatâs what you truly want, I will.â
âYouâll be my guinea pig, Maxim,â she said coldly. âIf Iâm going to resist being taken advantage of, I need to learn to use âem and lose âem myself.â
He moved closer, too close. Their bodies pressed together. âSo youâre going to use me?â
âLike a gigolo.â
âI wonât argue with that. Use away,â he flipped off, sounding satisfied.
Somehow, she didnât believe him.
Suddenly Maxim seized her by the shoulders, his hands still cold, even through the warmth of her flannel nightgown. He pressed against her, forcing her to feel the effects of his long wait outside; the hard-on he had for her. He drove her backward, up against the wall. âLetâs go.â
âThe rules,â she protested. âYou agreed toââ
âI recall an agreement to give you a climax and not to take pleasure of my own.â Moving his hands from her shoulders to her spine, he tangled his fingers in her long waves, wrapping her hair around his wrists and binding her to him. âI donât recall you saying anything about kissing or touching. Ergo, I touch.â He brushed his lips against her cheek. âAnd I kissâ¦â
His lips feathered along her jawbone, and she lifted her chin, fighting the racing need running through her. âIââ Despite herself, Elisa thawed into his fierce embrace, wanting him more than she had a right to. Cupping her face, he drew her lips to his, and his mouth crushed hers, sweeping her into a kiss so ferocious, so carnal, she was knocked senseless.
âYou said nothing about sucking either,â he said, his mouth capturing her tongue, his lips smashing hers, bruising and hard. She reciprocated his attack, kissing him more wildly than sheâd ever kissed any man.
âOr fondling.â Releasing her hair, his hands grabbed her ass, squeezing. âIâm afraid your rules werenât very clear at all, and you know me, Elisa, Iâm not one to behave.â
Heâs commanding your body, your desires, Elisa. No, no, no! Get it together!
But it felt so damned good!
No!
Elisa tore free, trying to shove his heavy body off her. âRule number one. You donât touch me unless youâre told to.â She gave him another shove.
A dark look flashed in his gaze and he stepped back, giving her a few inches of space. âSorry, darling.â Shaking his head at himself, he flashed a lopsided smile, making her heart kick in her chest. âNot quite my intent.â He winked. âI want you so hot, youâre combustible.â
âIâm not kidding, Maxim. If youââ
âOkay, okay, I get it.â His cock stood long, hard, proud under the strained fabric. âSo tell me to touch you.â
Elisa swallowed. âRule number two, you can only touch me the way I command.â
âCome on now, thatâs no fun.â He sandwiched her against the wall and pressed his erection to her cunt. Cradling the back of her head, he pulled her forward, kissing her again. His lips, his tongue were everywhere on her face, her mouthâ¦devouring her. âDonât you like the way I touch you?â
A jolt of arousal shot straight to her loins, heating the area. Hell yes, she liked it! Too damn much! All Elisa could feel was his cock lying against her pussy, long, hard, threatening. Her will was close to shattering, breaking to bits like a busted piece of fine porcelain.
No! It wasnât supposed to happen like this. Why was she letting Maxim have his way with her? Why was she permitting herself to be seduced?
Where was her damned control? Was she so weak?
No!
She was powerful, strong, dominant, and sheâd prove it to him. Sheâd prove it to herself!
Wrenching away, she pushed him, harder than she meant to. Maxim fell