Maxim’s POV: The kiss
NEXT MORNING
Ivan fucks that traitor’s daughter? I should have known.
Now I’ve understood the reason for his recent weird behavior. I had gone for my usual mid-night routine check, to make sure the guards weren’t slacking off. Imagine my surprise when I got to her room to check on the guard on duty-who was sleeping by the way-and I heard them fucking.
Smith’s heir was a deadly poison sent to ruin Ivan and everything he stands for. I won’t allow it, he’d worked hard for several years. One pussy wasn’t enough to burn it to the ground.
I’ll have to talk some sense into him and if he doesn’t listen, I’d have to come up with something. He will just have to forgive me.
THUMP!
“Ow, fuck!” The body I slammed into gasped. “What the fuck?”
Anna.
I was so lost in thoughts I hadn’t seen her coming. “Why are you here so early in the morning?”
Her scowl deepened, “You’re supposed to apologize, Maxim. You ran into me.”
“You’re not the victim here, we bumped into each other, what are you doing here this early?” I demanded, frowning.
It was true that I was already pissed, but this bitch irritates me also. I don’t know how Ivan keeps up with her.
“I’m here to see Ivan, he was supposed to call me,” she replied nonchalantly.
“If he didn’t call you, then why did you come?”
Fucking nuisance.
She scoffed, “Ivan wouldn’t mind, I’m his favorite mistress. He mostly always expects me. Besides after doing him a favor by shopping those stuff, I have every right to see him.”
I massaged my temple with my index and middle finger, trying hard not to lash out at her. You can’t blame me, she can be annoying.
“I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think Ivan would be needing your services. Seems like he found himself a new favorite.”
Her eyes widened at my confession.
“Anna, you can’t seriously be that dumb, who do you think owns the stuff you bought? Ivan?”
“W-what? How?” She gasped.
I ignored her questions and grabbed her arm, leading her outside. “You have to leave now,” I ordered and that shut her up.
Ivan’s POV
I woke up to a soft body, pressed up against me and wrapped in my arms. I opened my eyes and memories of last night came flooding in.
Stay here with me tonight, please.
She had pleaded and I had complied, even though I don’t share a bed with my hookups.
But I also wanted to be close to her, I needed to hold her all night.
She looked so peaceful like this, her long strawberry-blonde locks looked like a halo over her angelic face.
My God, she was stunning.
Her long dark lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Gold, green, and brown orbs stare back at me.
“Morning, Milaya [Sweetheart],” I greeted. And she blushed, probably because of the endearment or the fact that we were both in bed, naked.
“Hi, good morning,” she replied shyly, a stark contrast from her bold self last night.
I brush back a stray golden lock away from her eye, “No need to be shy, solnyshko. I think we are past that by now.”
“I thought you’d be gone by now,” she said nervously, biting her bottom lip.
“How do you feel?” I asked, releasing the abused lip from between her teeth with my thumb.
She let out a small laugh, “l feel great.” Then she moved in closer and pressed her nose against my neck. “Why do you hate my father?” She asked calmly.
I stiffened, I wasn’t expecting that. “Why don’t you hate him?” I countered.
She snorts like I’ve asked the most ridiculous thing. “He’s my father,” she answered.
“But you don’t like him,” I supplied.
“Yeah, but I don’t think I hate him either. Can we talk about something else? This topic is kind of sensitive to me.”
“I’m sorry.” I felt the sudden need to protect her from everything, from things she wasn’t willing to talk about. Things that have hurt her in the past, and probably from me.
She chuckled, her soft body vibrating with laughter, “You’re not supposed to do that.” She was full-on laughing now, barely containing her laughter.
“Do what?” I asked.
“You’re not supposed to be kind and sweet, you’re the villain in my story. Who would be the bad guy now, if you start being good?”
I joined her, laughing, “You’re ridiculous. You’re not even scared of me, so how am I a villain in your story?”
“Doesn’t matter, Ivan. You kidnapped me and you kill people,” she paused. How many have you killed?” she asked.
“More than twenty, I don’t remember things like that.” I held her gaze, searching for a reaction. But she gave nothing away.
“Do you like this lifestyle? The dangers, the killing?” She asked with genuine concern on her face and it made me feel something.
“Of course I do,” I answered, running my fingers through her hair. “I took over at seventeen after my father got killed. It’s my birthright, a part of me now.”
She exhaled, “And your family is okay with this?”
“Yes, but mother wants me to quit,” I shrugged.
“You should listen to her, I barely know you and I think I’ll be sad if you die,” she said softly.
Did she care about me? It made no sense.
Our eyes locked, and I could tell something was changing between us. Neither of us wanted to admit to it, unspoken words filled the room with tension.
Her eyes told me everything… It had me second-guessing myself, hoping to God that I’d never hurt her.
“I want you to kiss me.” Her soft plea interrupted my thoughts.
And I don’t hesitate. I slink my fingers onto her chin and tug her closer. I dipped my head and brushed my mouth over hers. I moved slowly, gently biting and tugging her bottom lip between my teeth before caressing it with my tongue.
Her lips parted on a moan and I shoved my tongue in, tasting the walls of my mouth.
Her mouth was so soft, so warm, and sweet. I could kiss her all day and still want more.
She kissed me back, exploring my mouth, tangling her tongue with mine and the kissing turned fierce.
I was half sprawled on her body, one hand tugging her silky hair back to make her open up more for me, while the other glides down to her neck, choking her until she whimpers.
Fuck. Kissing has never felt this good. She let out muffled moans that went straight to my cock.
I want to fuck her so hard.
My hand left her neck to her breast, flickering her nipple with my thumb over and over until she was squirming and panting hard.
The loud shrill of my phone ringing caused us to pull apart.
She looked flustered, her lips swollen and wet from the kiss.
The phone goes silent.
“I-I uhmm,” she mumbles.
I reached for my phone and glanced at its screen. It was a call from Maxim.
“I’ll see you later today. I have to get to work,” I said, standing up from the bed.
She said nothing while I got dressed.
I planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and then I left.
Painfully aware that I didn’t want to be separated from her.