Page 18 of Surrender: XXX Maxim
His eyes narrow, displacing some of the anger with…shock? I can’t be certain because he snatches my jaw the next second, dragging me to him. He slams his mouth to mine, claiming my lips with devastating blows from his tongue. Sharp, his teeth sink into my bottom lip, making me jump. In retaliation, I grip his forearms, sensing the power coiled in every single muscle.
But the balance of power is his to claim this time. To do so, he shoves me back, tearing at my dress in the same ruthless movement.
“There have been things I’ve wanted to do to you,” he chokes out, grasping at any part of me he can reach. My breasts. Hips. Hair. His fingers claw at each additional piece of me, using them as a leash to yank me toward him. Harshly. Harder. Viciously.
“I’ve thought about it,” he adds, finding my ear. His teeth skewer the lobe, sowing another sharp burst of pain, scattering my senses further. “I’ll do it now.”
He backs away and grips my shoulders. A taste of his strength forces me down to my knees before him. I’m stunned by the shift in position, still struggling to keep up.
But knocking me off balance is his favorite part of the game.
“Stay,” he growls, turning on his heel. My heart stutters as I watch him follow the hall to the master suite. I ignore the devious suspicions running across my brain, taunting me with what he could be getting. Seconds later, he returns with something dangling from his right hand. Not a whip or a knife. This is something different. Long and heavy, it drags along the marble floor in his wake.
A rope? No. Craning my neck, I can make out gleaming links of metal forming a slender, but still substantial chain. Alarm prickles through my belly. Only God knows where he had it hidden up until now.
“Up,” he commands, bending his fingers in a curt motion. “Look at me.”
I look up, desperately hunting his expression for any sign of…something. Malice? Rage? His mouth flattens into a firm, cold line, withholding any hint of his intentions from me.
Slowly, I shift on my knees, wincing as my weight bears down against the hard, unyielding marble. The icy cool contrasts with the heat sweltering beneath my skin, growing hotter, the more my brain scrambles to reconcile his aim with the length of chain.
With one hand, he sweeps the hair from my face and cradles my throat. His thumb caresses my quivering windpipe. It would be so easy for him to crush it. Break me. He strokes me instead, tracing a path from my collar down to my left breast.
A gasp escapes me as he teases the aching peak with the tip of his nail, coaxing the flesh to stiffen. He’s gentler than he’s ever been—even as his eyes bore into me ruthlessly. My back arches, my body heating to his touch. I can’t deny the reaction he inspires within me—burning, vicious need. Aware of his effect on me, he nods, a satisfied hum reverberating through his chest.
Without warning, he crouches and grips one end of the chain. I only make out something small and silver attached to the end of it before he brings it to my breast. To tease me, like he did once with ice?
No.Fire sears through my nipple so intense I cry out, jerking back. I don’t even go an inch before his opposite hand snatches a fistful of my hair, locking me in place.
“Don’t.” The low, dangerous rasp in his voice, spurs my heartbeat into a frantic rhythm. “Don’t move. Don’t look down—” He captures my chin, smoothing his fingers against the flesh. “You look at me.”
Him.A man so alarmingly on-edge that his body sways with every breath. Alight, his eyes lazily dip lower, relishing in the freedom he’s denied me. Whatever he sees makes him groan, biting his lip between clenched teeth.
“You are so beautiful,” he praises thickly. “Like this. Red. Swollen. Bitten…” He drags his thumb over the stinging wound in my lip, left by his teeth. “Mine.”
My body radiates with tension as he reaches down, lifting the chain in his fist. Fuck.My eyelids flutter. I feel every twitch in every goddamn link. Through my nipple, down my spine, into my core. Slick with moisture, my inner thighs rub together as my cheeks catch fire. I’ve never felt…Ever.My thoughts dissipate as my breaths feather. Already I’m drugged on this pain.
“You enjoy even this,” he remarks, sounding smug. “Fuck, I knew you would. But stay with me,kotyonok—” He tugs again…harder. “We aren’t done yet.”
A whine tears from my throat, high-pitched, and broken. I can’t think. His face is my only anchor to sanity. In a beautiful display of flesh and bone, he eyes me reverently, his lips parted, eyes wide and unfocused.
“You can take this for me,” he suspects. “You will. So good…”
He doesn’t sound angry anymore, but a part of me clenches in anticipation of the emotion that replaces it. Hunger. Excitement. Lust.
His nostrils flare as he fingers the chain again, keeping it raised within my line of sight. Each deliberate caress roils through me, raising goosebumps over my sweat-misted skin. The reaction must cement some dark suspicion of his because he nods. “You can handle more.”
Handle… Can I? He doesn’t give me a chance to decide. The chain rustles, tugging…pulling. I grit my teeth, hissing out a breath. I don’t register what he’s done until it’s too late.
He lifts the chain higher, displaying it curved around his finger, held taut atbothends. And an inferno rips through my body. My head swims, my heart pounding madly. I can taste my pulse in my fucking throat, hammering through each nipple. He did something to them.Clamped them,I realize as my eyes rebel against his command, glancing down. Metal beads surround both peaks, crushing them into tiny points.
And the resulting sensation intoxicates me.
“I warned you.” Maxim tugs a fraction harder. I whimper, digging my nails into my hips—it’s the only way to stop myself from reaching for the chain. Tugging it back. Tugging it more. God, I can’t think.
“Do you want me to stop?” he wonders. How his voice cuts through my broken, splintered brain? I’ll never know.
“Yes…” I croak, but just as quickly, I stammer, “N-No…”
