Page 26 of Scarred Bratva King

“Da, malyshka,” he murmurs, his voice rough and approving. “Show me how much you want it.”

My entire body trembles as I lose myself in the rhythm, my thighs tightening around him as he fucks me harder, faster.

I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, and I come with a cry that I barely recognize as my own.

My climax crashes over me in waves, my vision blurring as pleasure consumes me entirely. And still, Maxim doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own orgasm.

“Veronica,” he grits out, his voice strained, and I know he’s close. I push back against him, meeting his movements with my own, urging him to finish.

With a groan, he buries himself deep inside me, his body stiffening as he spills into me, his warmth flooding my senses.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us trembling as we come down from the high, our breaths mingling in the heavy air.

Slowly, I stand, my legs wobbling slightly as I stand. My dress is wrinkled, my hair a mess, and my cheeks are flushed, but I don’t care.

“Think they heard?” I ask, my voice teasing as I smooth my hair back into place. “It probably sounded real enough, right?”

He chuckles darkly, his eyes raking over me with obvious approval. “If they didn’t hear you cry out when you came, they’re deaf.” He steps closer, his hand cupping my cheek as headds, “And you look good like this—cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Mine.”

I raise an eyebrow, my smirk widening. “Yours? That confident, are we?”

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You came so hard for me, malyshka. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

I open my mouth to retort, but he silences me with a kiss, firm and claiming, and I melt into him, my earlier defiance fading as I succumb to his intoxicating presence.

When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless, my pulse racing as I meet his gaze. There’s a challenge there, a promise of more, and I feel a thrill run through me at the thought.

“Careful,” I murmur, my voice playful. “All this attention might go to my head.”

He smirks, his thumb grazing my lower lip. “Then I’ll just have to remind you who’s in charge again, won’t I?”

“Oh no, how awful that would be,” I reply with a wink and a grin.

The door clicks shut behind us as we step back into the ballroom, the hum of conversation and soft clinking of glasses washing over me.

Every head in the room turns our way, eyes flickering with curiosity, speculation, and just the faintest hint of envy.

Whispers ripple through the crowd, too low to catch but loud enough to prickle at my nerves. My cheeks flush, but I tilt my chin up, channeling every ounce of fake confidence I can muster. They all know what we just did.

Maxim’s grip tightens slightly, and he leans down, his voice a low murmur against my ear. “You’re doing far better than I expected.”

I glance up at him, my smirk sharp. “Better than you expected? What did you think I’d do, faint at the sight of all these mobsters?”

His lips curl into a faint smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach his eyes but still manages to send a shiver down my spine. “Ivan thought you’d set something on fire by now to get out of here.”

I let out a soft laugh, though it’s mostly to cover the way my pulse is hammering in my ears. “Don’t tempt me. There’s still time.”

The playful banter doesn’t erase the heat simmering between us, but it’s enough to help me find my footing.

I glance around the room, noting the way conversations seem to pick back up, though more than a few people are still watching us out of the corners of their eyes. It’s like being on a stage, every move scrutinized, every glance dissected.

And Maxim, of course, looks completely at ease, his expression cold and unreadable. His gaze sweeps over the room, calculating, assessing, but his hold on me remains firm, protective. It’s a strange mix, and I’m not sure what to make of it.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against the small of my back. The touch is subtle, but it sends a spark of heat through me. “They’re not here to eat you alive.”

“Comforting,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “And here I thought this was just a casual evening with friends.”

Elena and Dmitri appear out of the crowd, their presence a welcome distraction. Elena’s eyes flick between me and Maxim, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

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