Chapter 6: Sinful Rhythm

“What can you do with those trembling hands?” Maximilian asked, his deep voice low and dripping with mocking amusement. “If you can't bear to watch, just close your eyes, sweetheart. I won't scream.”

He was right. I could close my eyes. Before he did anything even more reckless, I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could.

His soft, husky chuckle echoed through the dimly lit car, sending vibrations straight through my already tense body. Not only did I close my eyes, I also pressed both hands over my ears, bracing myself in case he suddenly groaned in pain.

Moments later, his calm, velvety voice cut through the darkness. “It's done. You can open your eyes now.”

I slowly opened them and turned toward him. The wound on his arm had been treated, but the bandage was sloppy and crooked. I swallowed nervously, trying to steady my erratic breathing.

“I can at least wrap a bandage properly,” I said quickly. “Let me fix it.”

I gently pulled his hand closer and rested his muscular arm across my thigh. My fingers, still trembling, began carefully unwinding the messy bandage. Maximilian stayed silent, letting me work while watching me with those intense, predatory eyes.

“You're starting to pay attention to me,” he murmured, clearly pleased.

Goosebumps prickled across my skin.

“I'm not,” I denied instantly, refusing to look at him. “I just don't want you catching a fever from an infected wound and then I'd be stuck taking care of you.”

Soon the driver slid into the front seat. The door closed with a soft thud, and the car glided into the night.

While I focused on rewrapping the bandage neatly, I could feel Maximilian's heavy, heated gaze burning into me. Even from the corner of my eye, I could see the dark desire in his expression.

“Is it true that a marriage needs love to survive?” he asked suddenly, his tone strangely curious.

I glanced at him, startled that Maximilian Blackridge would ask something like that. The question sounded so foreign coming from his usual cold, arrogant mouth.

“Of course,” I answered shortly, still carefully winding the fresh bandage around his arm.

“Then you'll have to fall in love with me.”

His voice dropped into a sinful whisper as his large hand slowly caressed my thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin. He boldly slid my dress higher, exposing more of my smooth thighs.

I stiffened immediately. The heat of his palm sent sparks of unwanted pleasure racing through my body. His hand continued its journey upward, fingers slipping under the hem of my dress until his rough fingertips brushed against the damp fabric of my panties.

I quickly grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away.

“It’s done,” I said breathlessly, my voice shaky.

Maximilian inspected the bandage and smirked. “Good. Only one flaw.”

“What?” I asked, still flustered.

“It finished too quickly.” His eyes darkened as they dropped to my lips. “I haven’t gotten my hands on you yet.”

Without warning, Maximilian gripped my thigh firmly, spreading my legs apart. His fingers moved with bold confidence, pressing against my pussy through the thin, soaked fabric. I gasped sharply.

“No … I’m not ready,” I whispered in panic.

I glanced nervously at the driver in front, terrified he might check the rearview mirror. But Maximilian didn’t give a damn.

I tried to stop him. “Stop— Ahh!”

A deep, throaty groan nearly escaped me as Maximilian pushed my panties aside and plunged one thick finger straight into my dripping cunt. I was embarrassingly wet, his finger slid in easily, buried to the knuckle in my tight, throbbing heat.

“Fuck … not ready?” he growled softly against my ear, voice thick with lust. “You’re absolutely soaked, you naughty little slut. Your pussy is sucking my finger in so greedily.”

I stopped fighting him. My body betrayed me completely. My hips rocked involuntarily as he began pumping his finger in and out of me in a steady, sinful rhythm. He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, teasing circles around it.

Pleasure surged through me like liquid fire. My breathing turned into soft, desperate whimpers. My inner walls clenched tightly around his invading fingers, coating them with my slick arousal. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking my dripping pussy filled the small space of the car.

I was so close, right on the edge of a shattering orgasm.

Then, suddenly, Maximilian pulled his fingers out completely, leaving me empty and aching.

He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, tasting me with a dark and satisfied hum, before leaning in and kissing my burning cheek.

His hot breath fanned my ear as he whispered, “We’re going to save that orgasm for later, baby. I want to feel you come all over my cock instead.”

I slumped back against the seat, completely humiliated and frustrated. My face was flushed crimson, my heart hammering wildly, and my needy pussy throbbed painfully, dripping with arousal and desperate for release.

Maximilian’s phone rang suddenly. 

“Yes?” He answered with a cold, clipped tone.

He listened in silence, his expression turning icy once more. Meanwhile, I sat beside him, legs still slightly parted, panties ruined and clinging to my swollen, aching folds as I tried to regain control of my trembling body.

“Crimson Syndicate?” Maximilian’s voice turned deadly. “Tell that bastard Crimson I’ll repay everything he took from me three times over.”