Possess (The Syndicate: Crime and Passion Book 1) (8 page)

S
enna

M
axim wasn’t
in his office, but I waited, knowing he would be here soon, knowing that seeing him would be the only thing that could calm me. I cared for nothing else in this moment, not the past, not Santo, the people I’d met today, nothing but him.

I turned when I heard the door open, struck by the sight that greeted me.

Maxim had been in his gym. His broad chest was slick with sweat, the hair on it darker, matted with his exertion. His chest, legs, and arms were bare, and all he wore was his shorts, shorts that did nothing to hide the protrusion of his thickening cock.

Without stopping to think, I headed directly toward him. He gazed at me, momentarily surprised, but he quickly covered it. Still, I didn’t stop. I moved toward him and did something I never had before.

I put my arms around him, buried my face against his chest, and held him.

He stood still, body hard and warm in my arms, his heart beating a steady rhythm, his sweat-slicked skin making him feel so human, alive against me.

“Hello, little flower,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me as I did him, his voice coming out in a deep rumble.

I looked up to meet his eyes. “Hello, Maxim,” I said, my breath brushing his skin because I held him so close.

“Did you have a good day?” he asked.

I nodded, but it wasn’t really an answer because I was unable to think about the day, care about anything that had happened. Not with him this close to me.

“I did too,” he said. “Do you know why?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Because I was thinking about you,” he said.

As he spoke, he brushed a kiss against my forehead, pressed one against my nose, but then stopped.

“This will happen,” he said, his breath warm on my skin.

“Yes,” I said, nodding.

“Do you understand what that means, little flower?”

I shook my head. I didn’t understand anything in this moment, anything but my desire to be his, to have him possess me completely.

“If I do this, you’re mine. Only mine,” he said, eyes locked with mine.

Maxim hadn’t said those words lightly—he meant them—would hold me to them. I didn’t care. “Only yours, Maxim,” I said.

A moment later, he pressed his lips against mine, kissed me with a strength and passion that had my breath, already short, taken completely.

I was fully aware of him lifting my feet off the ground, but I kept my eyes closed, my lips pressed against his as he carried me, and it wasn’t until he set me on my feet again that I opened my eyes. I was in his bedroom, and he was looking down at me, his eyes the deepest, most passionate I had ever seen before.

Then he turned me so that my back was to him, his bare chest pressed against me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began to stroke his hands up and down and over me. I moaned out, arched my back so that my ass was pressed against his hard cock.

“You’ve been thinking about me too?” he said.

“Yes,” I replied, but my breath was no more than a whisper, not even that when he grabbed my breasts and held one in each of his hands, then began to knead them against my chest. My nipples were hard, pricking against the palms of his hands, and as he kneaded them, I pressed back harder, wanting more contact with him.

He dropped one hand from my breast and put it between my legs, cupping my pussy through the heavy denim of my jeans. I rocked against his hand, the friction of my clit against the seat of my panties giving me some relief, but not nearly enough.

“Maxim,” I said when he lessened the pressure.

“Take your time, little flower. I’m going to take mine,” he said.

Then he reached for my pants’ zipper and button and slid the garment down my legs, but he left my panties intact.

He worked his way back up my body, moving up to unbutton the buttons on my shirt and then he pulled it off my shoulders, leaving me in my bra.

He backed away from me then. I could tell because the heat of his body was no longer there, and suddenly I became acutely aware of his gaze on me, felt my skin prick, but not with passion, now embarrassment.

I stood a little straighter, though I resisted the impulse to put my hands behind my back. The attempt to cover my ass would be futile anyway. Not even Maxim’s huge hands could contain it, let alone mine, and reaching back wouldn’t do anything to disguise the span of my hips, the curves of my waist.

Maxim came back, his chest against my bare back, and then stroked his hands up my thighs.

“What were you just thinking?” he asked.

“I…” I started and trailed off as he settled his hand against the seat of my panties, pressed his fingers against me. But I was disappointed when he moved them away and up and over my stomach.

“What were you thinking?” he repeated.

“I was wondering if I want you to see me,” I said.

He grazed his lips along my shoulders, trailed down along the edge of my bra strap but then stopped.

“Why?” he said and then he resumed moving his lips along the edge of my bra strap.

“I’m not like…” I trailed off again.

“Answer, little flower,” he said, his hard body against my back, his lips against my skin.

“I’m not thin, pretty,” I said.

“No,” he said. “You’re not.”

I stiffened, but he continued to kiss me, moving to the center of my back now as he reached up to unhook my bra.

“You’re not thin, you’re soft, womanly, so much to touch and taste.” He pushed my bra straps off my shoulders, baring my heavy breasts to the cooler air.

“And you’re not pretty…” he said as he filled his hands with my bare breasts, twisted my nipples, “you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I replied breathily, the words welcome but not ones I could easily accept.

He continued to knead my breasts, his breath still brushing against my skin as he kissed my shoulder. “Do you believe me?”

“I do…” I said, wishing I did and deciding that wishing was close enough to the truth.

“You don’t,” he replied. “Remember all I’ve seen, little flower. Your pussy so wet for me, your ass opening to take my cock, your soft lips wrapped around my shaft. I’ve seen all that,” he said.

“You have,” I replied, the last word coming out a moan as he moved his hand down my stomach and back between my thighs. “But that was different,” I said.

“Different how?” he asked as he teased with his fingers along the edge of my panties.

“I wasn’t focusing on it at the time,” I said, proud of myself for being able to express reason when his thick fingers were driving me to the edge of distraction.

He let out a low chuckle. “I must work harder, make it so you can’t focus now,” he said.

Then he turned and pushed me so that I lay across the bed.

He stood in front of me and dropped his shorts, exposing his body to me.

I tried to look at him all at once but my gaze centered on his cock, hard, standing fully erect, seeming to be straining toward me.

He walked closer, and I was mesmerized by the sight of his hard length, the heavy sac underneath.

“Lie back,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied as I did.

He stood at the foot of the bed, eyes on me. “Open your legs,” he said.

I did, but slowly, lifting and then spreading them so I was open. The panties provided me some protection but not much, and as he watched me, moisture began to pool and then seep from me, my sex clenching with the need to be filled by him.

He came closer, reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. For a moment, they stuck to my skin, the cream that had wet them sealing the fabric to my flesh.

But Maxim pulled them down and off my legs, discarding them over his shoulder, and then he stared at me, his eyes deep with passion, his body so huge as he loomed over me.

Then, he kissed my knee, and slowly began to make his way up the inside of my thigh.

“Maxim!” I exclaimed.

He just chuckled, his rough breath harsh against my skin and making me arch against him. When he reached my center, he kissed along the outer edge of my lower lips, and I grabbed his shoulder, trying to send him where I wanted.

“I thought you were embarrassed, nervous,” he said.

“I…” I trailed off and then looked down, the decadent sight of Maxim’s body between my legs, my thighs bracketing his shoulders, his lips so close to my most intimate skin, making speech impossible.

I smiled, especially when I met his eyes, saw something like teasing in the seriousness, something I so seldom saw from him.

Then his eyes darkened, and he shifted until his head was between my thighs and pressed his lips against my wet sex, kissing me greedily.

My hips arched and I would have lifted off the bed if Maxim’s heavy arm hadn’t anchored me in place.

Still, I squirmed as he kissed me, squirmed even more when he slipped his tongue between my lips and began to lap at my hole. When he moved his fingers across my clit, I exploded, and began to come, loud, so unabashedly I would’ve been embarrassed if I had been capable of any thought at all.

And still he continued, now licking my sensitive clit, then circling my hole with his tongue, moving lower to tease the skin between my pussy and ass.

“Maxim,” I said.

“Yes, little flower,” he murmured, his breath warm against my already-scorching skin, the brush of his breath only intensifying my pleasure.

“I need…”

“Need what, sweet Senna?” he asked.

“I need you here. Inside me,” I said.

He stopped then, looked up at me, and I moaned at the sight of his face wet from my juices, moaned again when he brushed his tongue across his lips. Then he kissed his way up my body and captured my lips with his.

I kissed him eagerly, loving the taste of myself on him, feeling both naughty and so very right as we kissed.

His cock was heavy against my thigh, precum leaking from it, and as we kissed, he moved up, notched it to my opening.

Then, mouth still on mine, he anchored an arm around my waist and thrust, filling me completely.

I exhaled, the sensation so different.

I’d only brought myself pleasure and had never had anything as thick as Maxim’s hard rod inside me. My walls burned and stung with the stretch, but despite the pain, his cock inside me was the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt.

He broke the kiss, his breath panting out against my face and then after he met my eyes, he looked down to the place where we were joined.

“So perfect,” he said.

I nodded, but didn’t speak, not having the capacity to, and instead began to touch him, stroking my hands along his chest, his heavily muscled stomach, his sides.

Then I went lower, reaching between our bodies to touch the spot where we were so intimately joined.

He thrust then, pushing himself deeper inside and then pulling out.

I kept my hand there, touched my opening, the base of his shaft as he pushed inside me and pulled out.

My fingers were coated with our combined juices, but still I touched, feeling each time he entered me against my fingers and deep inside.

Then when I brushed my clit, I clenched my sex down tight and Maxim pushed my hand away, entwined my fingers with his, and then looked into my eyes. Then he began to push, thrusting inside me so hard my breath rushed out of my lungs, my breasts moving in time with his hard pace.

He continued, again and again, sending me into a wild, unrestrained climax.

When his body stiffened, he pushed one final time and then, on a hard breath, he came inside me.

M
axim

W
hen my heart finally slowed
, I kissed Senna’s soft shoulder, pulled her small, full body closer to me. She curled against me, crushing her curves against my body and breathing out a sigh of contentment. But still, I knew something weighed on her.

“What troubles you, little flower?” I asked.

There was something. Before I had touched her, I had seen the tension in her. But I’d been too taken with the need to have her, and now that my passion had been momentarily slaked, I could try to figure out what bothered her.

She said nothing, though, so I kissed her again, nipped at her soft skin.

“What troubles you?” I repeated.

“What makes you think something does?” she said.

I wasn’t fazed by her attempt to distract me. I kissed her again. “Don’t insult me, Senna. What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Today—” she said and then she cut off.

“Did something happen?” I asked, alarm making my body stiffen.

“It was wonderful,” she said, gripping my hand and then running fingers along mine. Her fingers were soft, smooth, and the contrast of her fingers against mine was amazing, made me shiver. But I focused instead on the question at hand.

“What happened?” I said, my voice rough.

“It was wonderful, exactly what I needed, but…”

“But what?” I said, keeping my calm, though my alarm was rising.

She sighed and then lifted her eyes to mine. “I was so happy, but now, I can’t help but think about them,” she said.

“And him?” I supplied.

She nodded, and I squeezed her, well aware of the significance of what she was saying and ready to find Santo and punish him.

“Did someone approach you?” I asked, my alarm momentarily rising.

She shook her head. “No. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and everyone was kind. Friendly.”

“And that was the problem,” I said, hugging her closer and then stroking her hair.

“Yeah,” she said. “Stupid, right?”

“No,” I replied, leaning forward to kiss her forehead and then brushing a kiss against her lips.

“It is. I go to those places, am happy, but it never fails. I always feel sad afterward, thinking about my parents,” she said.

“It’s okay, Senna,” I said.

Senna scoffed, tried to pull away, thought I didn’t let her. She eventually stopped moving and lay against me. “It’s so foolish, Maxim. I know that all that peace and community stuff is just an illusion. One that can be destroyed in a moment.”

“It’s a good thing, Senna, you wanting to be around normal people like your parents.”

“No. It’s stupid, because me wanting to be around them doesn’t change the fact that I know what can happen. Santo, people like him, don’t care that they are normal. I should be more like him,” she said.

“Don’t ever say that again, Senna. Ever,” I said, my eyes locked on hers, my mind rejecting any comparison of her to Santo. “You’re not like him,” I said.

Not like me
.

I left the last words unspoken, though, and then kissed her until I felt her body begin to soften against me.

I had told Senna what had happened to her parents, explained how they had simply been victims of bad luck. When Santo was in the mood to kill, there was no stopping him until he had. Absent business-related killings, he’d go after anyone he found, even innocent people who had no connection to the Syndicate, people like Senna’s parents.

I remembered how she’d responded, the randomness and meaninglessness of their loss making it that much worse. I’d felt so much regret in that moment. The brutal unfairness of life was something I knew well, but to see her learn of it had hurt me as much as anything could.

We hadn’t talked about it after that, but I knew how it weighed on her, knew that whenever she went out on her own, these feelings and memories always came up. I also knew how much she hated Santo.

I also knew much of her hatred, pain, was my fault. I could have stopped Santo before he’d ever encountered Senna and her family, could have stopped him later. Still could now. That I didn’t and hadn’t yet shamed me, and furthered my conviction I would see that wrong righted and see Santo suffer.

“It’s awful, Maxim,” she said.

I didn’t respond but kissed her. She shifted, looked over her shoulder to meet my eyes.

“But I don’t want to think about that,” she said, exhaling and then pulling herself closer to me.

I kissed her neck again. “What do you want to think about?”

She smiled and then pressed against me harder. “Same thing as you,” she said, rolling her hips against my hardening cock.

I had told myself I wouldn’t take her again to give her time to recover, but my cock disagreed. When she reached down between us, stroked her hand along my shaft, I gave up all pretense.

I stroked my shaft along her slit, the warm wetness of her cream creating a slickness I wanted to bury myself in. So I did, her wetness allowing me easier entry.

Her pussy was tight, her walls clinching around me, squeezing me so hard, I almost came.

But I fought against it and instead held off, began to rock inside her slowly as I rubbed a large circle against her stomach and then grabbed her full tits. I loved them, would never get enough of them, of her, but I ignored that thought and thrust inside her until we both climaxed.