Chapter 42. Amelia stirred against the bed, her pulse aching from the memories of yesterday. The way his hands had moved over her skin. The way he had taken her like he was trying to own every inch of her. Her body still felt the phantom of his touch, lingering in places he had ruined with pleasure. The soft aroma of food gripped her nostrils, pulling her slowly to consciousness. It was warm and inviting, and for a moment she let herself sink into it — let it guide her gently out of the mess of thoughts and sensations tangled deep within her. Her eyes parted slowly, lids heavy, lashes fluttering as she looked around. She dragged herself to sit on the bed, her bones aching with the weight of memory, muscles sore from everything he had done to her. “Wakey wakey.” Maximo smiled, walking into the room with a tray of food in his hand. There was a certain calm to the way he moved — confident, unapologetic, and completely aware of the effect he had on her. Amelia’s cheeks stretc
Chapter 41.Amelia was still limp on the table, barely recovering from the orgasm that had ripped her apart—when Maximo pulled out of her slowly. “Unmm…” She whimpered at the loss, her body clenching at nothing, still twitching, still squirming. Still desire every fucking inch of him. But she didn’t have time to breathe didn't have time to process what was happening. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and rough with need.She blinked up at him, dazed.“I said, turn the fuck around.”Maximo commanded and she obeyed instantly, pushing herself up on shaky arms, turning so her chest pressed to the table, her legs spread wide behind her.He stood behind her, eyes dragging down the curve of her back to her slick, swollen pussy—still dripping from what he’d just done to her.“Look at you,” he muttered darkly. “Still open for me. Still trembling.”He grabbed her hips hard, yanking her back toward the edge of the table, and without warning, he drove into her again from behind.“Oh!” Amelia
Chapter 40.Amelia’ body trembled, pussy dripping wet from the way her orgasm curled from within, threatening to spill if she held longer. Maximo’s eyes dragged around her body, his cock stringing with need. Fuck! She was beautiful! Perfect in every fucking way! His fingers slipped, pulling away from her pussy.Amelia’s breath hitched. Her lips parted, mouth dropping wide open. She looked back at him.“Daddy—” She gasped, but her words trailed off he grabbed her wrist, yanking her up. Before she could say a word, he grabbed her by the thighs and placed her on the table next to them. “Goodnes.” Amelia gaps, struggling to catch her breath. Maximo’s hand moved to his trouser, pulling it down in one swift move. “You want to cum, huh?” his voice was deep, gravelly at the end.Amelia’s pussy pinched, pulsing with so much life and anticipation.Then he pulled his brief down and his cock— hard, veiny and monstrous jumped out of his brief.His hand moved immediately, grabbing his cock a
Chapter 38. Amelia was still bent over his lap, her breath hitched, body stiff with anticipation as her thighs trembled against the velvet. Maximo hadn’t moved—not yet. His hand simply rested on the small of her back, firm and possessive, his breath brushing her spine.The silence between them pulsed as his eyes moved against her ass. God! She was everything perfection spoke up. Curvy! Beautiful! His palm slid slowly up the back of her thigh. Skin to skin. No rush. Just warmth and tension and quiet threat.“You think I’m soft now, sugar?” His voice was low—dangerous silk. “You think you can mouth off and roll those pretty eyes like I won’t do something about it?”Amelia didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Her body was already on edge. And her pussy was already anticipating whatever it was he was willing to do to her.Maximo leaned over her, mouth brushing the back of her ear. “Say something.” he ordered, kissing her ear breathlessly. “I… I didn’t mean to—” Amelia moaned, and his lips curled
Chapter 37. Yesterday had been nothing but unproductive.Amelia had spent the entire day in Maximo’s arms, tangled in warm sheets and deeper stares, doing absolutely nothing aside from letting herself exist in his touch. No plans. No museums. Just kisses, slow laughs, and the heat of his body pressed into hers until sleep stole them both.Now, she stood by the door, arms crossed, her lips pulled into the softest pout.A black pleated mini skirt wrapped snug around her hips, paired with a cream off-shoulder top that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, and the soft nude heels made her legs look longer—sleek, and almost too tempting.Her lips pushed forward, pout deepening. “Do we have to go?”Maximo’s eyes dragged across her body, slow and deliberate.A hunger swirled beneath his gaze. “I told you I’d take you places. We have just a week, sugar. And I intend to utilize it.”His eyes resumed glaring at her, drinking her in—until her hips shifted sl
Chapter 29. The door to the closet opened and Amelia stepped out, her rene caovilla heels clicked against the marble floor, informing Maxiom of her arrival. His head turned, and slowly, his eyes found her. The tension in the air shifted. And breath hitched. Eyes locked against her, drinking in the boobs that sat perfectly in her tank top. His pupils were delighted, eyes cascading down to the low-waist black jeans shirt that hung dangerously low against her waist, outlining the curve of her waist. His eyes trailed down her long sexy legs, drinking them in, from where the flay of her skirt ended to her feet. His muscles twitched, lungs running short of air. Oh, damn it! She… she was the deadliest, sin at 5’8 and right this Instant he envisioned fisting his hand against her bouncy waist that sat down yet waist, while ramming himself into her. The weight of his gaze lingered, pressing further. Amelia shifted, standing on another leg, thighs shaking from how well his e