Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Maxim

H ow the hell am I supposed to sit here in front of her without replaying last night in my mind? How can I think of anything aside from how she sounded as she came or how she looked when my come landed on her skin?

“Hello? Maxim, are you even listening to me?” she asks, raising her voice.

“I’m going to be honest with you, doc. I’m not,” I say, and her jaw drops at my bluntness.

I stand, and she notices my hard cock. I don’t hide it from her, which is probably a mistake because she instinctively stands and begins inching toward her purse, which hangs from a hook on the wall.

I block her with my arm as I step into her. “I haven’t listened to a word you’ve said because my mind is on something much more interesting.”

“And what’s that?” she asks.

I lean closer, and she flinches. “Do you really want to know the answer to that?”

“Maxim, think about what you’re doing,” she scolds, but it only turns me on even more.

“I’ve thought about it plenty. Mainly while I stood outside of your house.”

She shakes her head. “Stop lying to me. You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”

I smirk at her. “The tan Cape Cod at the very end of Maple Hill Place, right?”

She gasps, but I can’t help but wonder if she’s known all along that I’ve been following her. Doing more to her.

“That is extremely...inappropriate...” She struggles to speak, losing her intelligence in front of my eyes. In fact, she’s losing her most basic instincts, and each word she speaks is as broken as I am. She could call for help. She moved up the time of our visits, and there’s someone just outside that door. But she doesn’t.

“Yeah, it is, but do you know what’s more inappropriate? I’ve come so many times to you as you strip and shower.” I reach out and stroke her face, and she rips away from my touch.

Her cheeks flush. “Maxim,” she whispers, “I’m calling the police.”

I take a step back from her. “Go on, call them.”

She looks at her cellphone on the desk, then back at me, but she doesn’t make a move.

“I’m giving you one chance to make the call before I make my thoughts a reality.” When she remains planted where she stands, I raise an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you’re stupid enough to do something that will land you back in prison,” she says, puffing her chest.

“You don’t know me, doc. I will risk prison if it means I get to be inside you.” Again , I want to say, but I bite my tongue. I fist her hair, and she whimpers. “If you decide to call the police after I take your cunt, I’ll sit in my fucking prison cell and remember how you felt when I made you come in your little office.”

She blinks at me. A battle rages inside her, I’m sure. Does she let such a vile person take her, or does she use those beautiful lips to call for help?

“Only if you answer a question for me,” she says, still trying to keep the upper hand.

I cock my head at her. “What question has nagged you hard enough that you’d fuck me for the answer? Do you want in my head that bad?”

She swallows. “Did you kill your brother?”

A laugh rumbles up from deep in my gut. “What a question.”

My hand rides up her skirt, and her body tenses. She didn’t act like this when I was in her house. When the masked stranger touched her, she practically melted. Am I that much worse than him?

When I push her panties aside, I run two fingers along her slit before pushing them inside her. Once I’m deep enough to feel her clit against my palm, I answer her.

“Yes, I pushed my brother into the well.” The moment the words exit my mouth, her hand rushes to my wrist to stop me. “Ah-ah, doc. My answer for your cunt, even if it’s not what you wanted to hear.”

I fuck her with my fingers until her hand releases from my wrist and grips her skirt. A soft moan leaves her lips and goes right to my dick.

“There you go,” I whisper as I lean my weight into her and finger her harder. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Maxim,” she whispers, and there’s apprehension in the word. She should be apprehensive. I’m what her textbooks warned her about in school.

With my hand still wrapped in her hair, I drag her to the place I’ve imagined bending her over most often: the desk. I push her chest down and keep my hand buried in her cunt.

“I feel you tightening,” I growl. “Don’t come yet, not until my cock is inside you.” I lean my weight into her, pushing her pelvis against the wooden desk. I pull my hand from her and bring my fingers to my mouth. I taste her, and it’s better than ever. The fear makes her even more delicious. She’s sweet and forbidden.

I unbutton and unzip my jeans, pulling my cock from the splayed fabric. I push my cock inside her because I can’t wait a second longer to feel her at this angle. She moans as I push to the depths of her. She’s so goddamn tight, even more so with her legs clenched together.

I wrap an arm around her and pull her against my pelvis. Sinking into something I’ve wanted this fucking bad as myself, as Maxim, is indescribable. It’s a similar feeling to the day I found out I was getting out of prison, but even better. I imagine it’s like a pardon when you’re strapped to the execution table, which is where I belong.

The strength of my thrusts knocks her against the desk, rattling everything on top of it. She moans, and I throw a hand over her mouth, drawing her up to me.

“Shh, doc,” I breathe against her ear.

She throbs around me, a tightening I feel along the entire length of my dick.

“Have you ever fucked a client before me?” I ask.

She shakes her head, moving my hand with the motion.

“You could lose your license for this, huh?”

Her nod is slow and apprehensive.

“Bad, bad doc,” I growl. I drop my hand from her mouth and lean over her, hitting the speakerphone button of her desk phone. The dial tone sounds beside us.

“What are you doing?” she asks, panting.

“Giving you the chance to turn me in,” I say. I mark every press of the buttons with a hard thrust. The phone rings. I drop my hand between her legs and stroke her clit, and her pelvis scoops as I rub her.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” says a muffled voice from the speaker.

I wait for Sarah to speak. Maybe she’ll remain quiet and force them to come to us. I thrust faster, grinding my pelvis against her ass as I brush her clit with the pads of my fingers. Her body trembles and tenses.

“Hello?” the speaker blares. “Do you need help?”

Sarah leans over, trying to control her breathing. “Hello, I’m Doctor Sarah Reeves. We have to dial nine and one to make calls out from my office. I must have called by mistake. I apologize for wasting your time,” she says, as calmly as she can. Her professional tone excites me.

“Alright, ma’am. Are you sure you don’t need emergency services?”

I fuck her through her answer.

“Very sure, have a good day,” she says, wiping sweat from her forehead. The line goes dead, and the light for the speakerphone flashes off.

Good girl.

“That’s so stupid,” she hisses. “They still might come.”

“Then I’d better hurry,” I growl. “I know you want to come. So come.”

She shakes her head but drops her forehead to her desk, stemming her moans with the back of her arm.

I stroke her clit until she’s clenching my dick. Her spasms squeeze me, riding up my length in waves until I get close. She comes around me, backing up, taking me deeper inside her.

“I’m going to fill your cunt, doc.”

“Don’t come inside me,” she says as she reaches back and pushes a hand against my thigh. That masked stranger listened to her last night, but this reckless felon isn’t so careful or cautious. There’s no way I won’t fill her this time.

I give her a final hard thrust, grinding my hips against her ass as I pour all of my evil inside the one who’s tasked with fighting it. I pull out and stare as her skirt slips down her full ass. She’s fucking perfect.

When she stands up and turns around, she looks at my come-coated dick, and her lips draw into a frown. “I told you not to come inside me,” she snaps, but an ebb of panic infiltrates the last of her words. “And, oh god.”

The gravity of what she’s done and who she’s fucked weighs her down. Much more than when she let herself be taken by a masked stranger.

I step into her and kick her legs apart. I catch what’s dripped from her and push it back inside her with two of my fingers. Her cheeks flame red.

“You’re mine, doc. Your cunt is branded with my come. If you want more of what’s in my head, give me more of you.” I zip up my jeans and reach for the door. “See you tonight.”