Page 5 of Drama Queen

Fingers grip my chin sharply.

“Are you reminiscing, love?” Max asks, a lethal bite to his words.

There’s no point lying to him. He’s like a fucking human lie detector. “Yes.”

His nostrils widen and his tongue darts out between his plump lips. My heart lurches in my chest as he pushes me backwards. I don’t stop until my knees hit the couch and I fall back onto the cushions. Max crowds me, not stopping until he’s straddling my thighs. Fuck. He looks so beautiful there, like a warrior from hell, all dark and brooding, marked with blood.

My dick is painfully hard, and a groan leaves me as his hips nestle against mine.

“I need to fix your nose,” I say, my words a little breathless.

He leans forwards and sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. I gasp, feeling the sting all the way to my balls.

“Do you want to cause me pain?” he asks, a devious flash in his dark eyes.

“No.” Which is true. I don’t like causing people pain. Feeling pain on the other hand… It's like catnip to me.

His grin widens but he leans back a bit. “Go ahead, doc. Make me all better.”

“I dunno,” I say with a smile. “I like the crookedness. Makes you look more… rugged.”

“Absolutely not,” he hisses. “Fix my fucking nose.”

“Now who’s the drama queen?”

“Fuck you.”

“If I’m lucky.” I place my fingers either side of his nose. There’s already a lot of swelling so this is probably gonna hurt a lot. “On the count of three. Okay?

“Whatever you say, love.”

“Deep breath. One. Two. Th—” I snap the joint of his nose back into place before I finish the count. He knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Jesus. Fuck!” He pulls his head back from me and I can see that it’s pretty straight. I won’t know for a few days until the swelling goes down, but I think he’s going to be back to his handsome self in no time at all.

He shakes off the pain and turns his attention back to me. It’s intense. Being the sole focus of this man. Maxim Volkov is extreme. In everything he does. Whether it’s torturing someone, making a business deal or fucking me, his attention is always solely focussed on that one thing. It’s like you can’t escape, you’re trapped in his gaze, and you know you should run, you feel the fear, but you don’t care because, for one brief second, it’s like looking at the sun. It’s not going to do you any good, but you can’t help it. You look anyway and you wait for the pain to follow because it’s one hundred percent fucking worth it.

His hand wraps around my throat, and I know he’s feeling how fast my heart is racing. It’s one of his kinks. To know how he makes the other person feel. Even when he’s torturing someone, you can hear the wicked beep of the heart monitor humming in the background so he can monitor his victim. I find it fucking hot, I shouldn’t, but Max is my drug. Everything he does turns me on.

I reach out to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. The blood from his nose has seeped through onto his chest and streaks of it cover his tattoos. I spread his shirt wide, and I can feel my pulse hammering against his hand. Blood rushes through my ears as I lean forward, loving how Max’s eyes widen with hunger.

My tongue darts out, sweeping across his pec and over his nipple. The metallic tang of his blood hits my tongue along with the dark, musky taste of his sweat. It’s all him and I need more.

His hand moves to the back of my head, holding me in place as I swirl and lick my tongue across his skin.

“Angel,” he groans. “My sweet, sweet angel.” He tightens his hand in my hair and yanks my head back. “Are you ready for me?”

I nod. I’m always ready for him.

He presses a soft kiss against my lips, and I know it’ll be the last one I receive for a while. Then he lets go of me and stands. He looks down at me like a king surveying his treasures and I fucking preen.

“Strip,” he commands, and I instantly obey. I stand on shaky legs and strip out of my clothes until I’m standing there naked, my dick pointing skyward, and my breaths coming unsteadily.

His smile is wide and feral as he twirls his finger. I turn around, facing the couch and wait. I can feel him behind me, his breaths caressing the back of my neck, the heat of his body reaching my back.

We stay like for a moment and the anticipation builds, suspending us in time for the briefest of moments.

The calm before the storm.

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