Page 105 of Unorthodox
I whimper, and he smiles.
“I think I told you that you wouldn’t like what happened if you did.”
I bite my lip, release the breath I was holding, out through my nose, trying to steady myself.
He slips his finger beneath the silk fabric of my underwear and I tense, my limbs locking up. As he runs his hand over me, I suppress a shiver.
“Max, please,” I plead with him, my lips nearly brushing his as close as he is to me, in my face. “Please don’t—”
“I want you to do something for me, baby girl.” Surprising me, he slides his hand out from under my underwear, drags it down my thigh, then holds it up between us as he leans back, keeping a grip on my hair.
“I want you to taste yourself.” He presses his index finger to my mouth.
I close my eyes, wanting to get away. Wanting to get out of this car. To fucking run. But his hold is painful against my scalp, and I can’t move.
He runs his finger over my bottom lip. “Open your mouth, Addison, or I’ll break your fucking jaw and do it for you.”
Hating him, hating myself, I do as he asked.
“Hmm, what a good girl,” he says softly as he runs his finger over my tongue and I taste myself, earthy and sweet.
“Close your mouth around me.”
My eyes still closed tight, I do.
“Now suck yourself off of me. And look at me while you do it.”
Feeling my face warm, I force my eyes open, locking my gaze on his as I suck his finger.
“Do you taste that?” he asks me.
I don’t speak.
“Answer me,” he warns me.
I swallow, then say, “Yes,” around his finger. As I do, my teeth catch on his skin and just as I think about biting him, he seems to read my mind.
“If you bite me,” he warns me, his voice still soft, “I promise you, you’ll bedrinkingyour meals for the rest of your life. Now,” he glances down between us, eyes on my mouth, “keep sucking me.”
Feeling my stomach churn, I do, my mouth closed tight over his finger, careful with my teeth.
“You might miss Dante,” he says as I work his finger in my mouth, “and you might wish you could fuck him again.” His grip in my hair is painful, my scalp burning as tears well up in my eyes. “You might think I’m a monster. You might even hate me.” He leans close again, then shoves his finger as far down my throat as he can, his knuckles pressed against my teeth. “But your cunt still gets wet for me, all the same. Even when I treat you like this.” He brushes his mouth over mine, his finger between us as I gag. “Especiallywhen I treat you like this.” He loosens his hold on my hair, stroking it back, away from my face. “Just like it did when Ifucked you.That’s why you’ll be the perfect whore, Addison. And that’s why you don’t get to question me, and if I tell you not to fucking talk about something,” he pushes his finger further down my throat and my stomach convulses as he looms over me, his eyes locked on mine, “youdon’t fucking talk about it.”
When we pullup to the house, past a guarded gate, Max parks on the circular driveway behind a Lamborghini. There’s a fountain here too, white columns before the front doors of the mansion, people circulating on the stone steps of the porch. The SUV pulls up behind us, and my stomach twists into knots.
We haven’t spoken since he pulled back onto the road.
Now, though, he breaks his silence as I stare straight ahead, at the women in dresses and men in suits, many of them with drinks in hand.
“We’re about to be in a room full of people that won’t hesitate to fuck you, whether you want it or not.” Max’s voice is low, and I feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look at him. “This is why you staywith me.”
I don’t bother telling him thathedidn’t hesitate to fuck me if I wanted it or not. It’s not as if he’s forgotten all the ways he’s fucking horrible and hypocritical.
“If you don’t, and if someone rapes you, Addison, I’ll leave you here and let them keep you.”
With those last cheerful, parting words, he gets out of the car and slams the door closed.
WatchingAddison walk among wolves with her head held high is intoxicating, even as Evora snakes her arm around my waist.
