Semua Bab Don Maxim's Plaything: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I was giddy as I slowly took off all of my clothes and discarded them on the ground. When I was naked, I decided to be a little naughty and go against Maxim’s wishes. I went into my walk-in closet and rummaged to find the perfect lingerie set.It was white lace with a bra that only covered my breasts. It only really covered my nipples well. The rest of my flesh was on full display. It matched the thong that displayed my whole butt cheeks.One glance in the mirror, and I already knew I was going to drive Maxim crazy. I looked hot. If I were him, I would want to do me too.The set had garter belts and matching heels. After I was done getting dressed, I sat on the bed waiting for him to come in. Twenty minutes later, I was cold and I was tired of staring at the door.I didn’t understand where he was. He ought to have arrived by then. Was that his way of punishing me for not doing what he asked? I started to get mad and then anxious.I would be embarrassed if I put in all that effort and

When I woke up, my little firecracker was sleeping soundly on her bed. Her head was on my chest, and the blanket revealed a peek of her beautiful breasts. She looked very peaceful when she slept.She snored lightly and snuggled closer to my body. As I looked at her, I couldn’t remember why I wanted to stay away from her in the first place. I had been stupid to think I even could.She was a seductress, and she didn’t even know it. Everything she did was sexy. Her body was a sight for sore eyes, and her face belonged on a timeless painting or the cover of a renowned magazine.The images of her body moving against me as I fucked her senseless plagued my mind. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her again.I didn’t resist my urge to pinch her nipples. She scrunched her face, but she didn’t wake up. However, she moaned a little. When I slid my fingers between her legs, I found that she was already wet.Even in her sleep, her body still reacted to my touch. I didn’t hesitate to push two fing

Maxim was always gone for a few weeks. I rarely saw him or spent as much time with him as I would have hoped.He had been busy since we got attacked. However, he found ways to make it home to fuck me before we fell asleep and cuddle with me for the rest of the night until the early hours morning.However, when I woke up the next morning, he was always gone. I didn’t see Mikhail or Nikita either. They were all away, and it made me feel a little betrayed, especially by Mikhail. While he had promised to take me sightseeing, he hadn’t fulfilled his promise. Apparently, they were chasing a ghost. Those were the rumors I’d heard from the housekeepers. They were chasing an enemy they didn’t even know existed, and they had no leads.I didn’t know anything because Maxim didn’t allow anyone into his room—even me. He completely blindsided me with everything, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. It seemed like we were past that point already.He didn’t shy to show me how much he didn’t think he

I disliked Sonya Morozov, and she knew this. I suspected she got with Nikita just so she would spite me.Not only did she have a big mouth that had no filters, but she also had no respect, and she was unable to negotiate anything when we spoke business.It was a nightmare to do business negotiations with her. She made me look bad every single time because she couldn’t even be bothered to do a little research.I didn’t understand why she was the one who would head the Morozov family in the Omertá alliance. I didn’t understand why her father would choose her.Sonya claimed I was against her because she was a woman. And while that was part of the reason why I didn’t like her as a member of the Alliance, that wasn’t the main reason.She knew nothing about the inner workings of the mafia and she didn’t make any effort to learn. Instead, she ran around town chasing after my cousin. I had told her time and time again what she needed to learn, but she didn’t listen.As for her being a woman,

I saw Maxim speaking to Sergei as I spoke to Anna. She was very nosy. She asked who I was and where I was from, and I had to lie to her. I suspected she was trying to see if I was lying.However, I had practiced the lie for so long that I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to introduce myself with my real name and identity anymore if things were to change.“Where did you learn Russian?” She asked.“My father taught me,” I said. She must have seen the look I had when I talked about my father. She caught on to it immediately, no matter how fast I erased it.“You don’t get along with you father?” She asked.“He’s dead. But yes, he and I didn’t get along well with him. He did some bad things to my mother.” I answered. In a sense, Alfonso was dead, at least to me. I no longer considered him as my father.He lost that right a long time ago and continued losing it as the years went by. I had grown to resent him so much that I didn’t think there was anyone I hated more.“But he taught you