Semua Bab Don Maxim's Plaything: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I looked at Maxim like he was joking but I soon realized that he wasn’t. He was dead serious as he smiled and looked me in the eye. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. “You missed home a lot and I thought it was a good idea for me to take you there so you could enjoy yourself and remember what home felt like.”My heart beat so fast I thought it would beat right out of my chest. Why would he want to go back to Chicago? I had no life in Chicago. Where was I going to take him to show him that I missed the city?“We don’t have to. I know you are a busy man…”He shook his head and from the look in his eyes, I immediately knew he had already made up his mind and there was no backing down. I wanted to argue with him and then I remembered going back to Chicago would give me a way out.I could talk with my handler and she would save me. She would help me escape from Maxim and I could go on helping her take down Alfonso. It was a win-win situation. It would hurt me

With his arms around me, he slowly pulled me to face him. Then he kissed me aggressively. It was the best feeling in the world. He kissed all my worries away and made me feel safe in his arms.Our lips moved together in sync, teeth clashing, lips biting and tongues fighting for dominance. Goosebumps Rose all over my skin and electricity goes through my veins. I knew what you wanted and I wanted it just as badly as he did his hands were all over me fondling my breasts, kissing my neck, rubbing my hips and needing my butt.Caught in the wave of euphoria that was brewing between us. I found myself taking off my jumper with his help in my T-shirts and next while my sweatpants until I was just in my underwear in front of him.He also took off the shirt he was wearing as well as his cargo pants, and we found ourselves tangled in the mess of our passion, right there against the flow to the ceiling window. I explored his chiseled body with my hands, cheering them everywhere as if I couldn’t g

I didn't come out of the bathroom until I was sure Maxim had left. I knew I was throwing a tantrum but at that moment, I didn't care. I was tired of being a slave—a pawn in everyone’s game.I didn't want to play games. I wanted to be treated like a human being for once in my life. Maxim wasn't giving me what I wanted. I wanted to be free for once.I escaped my father and found freedom. However, looking back, I was always under the thumb of the F.B.I. They dictated how I lived my life and the decisions I made.Looking back, I never had any freedom.I opened the bathroom door and looked all around the penthouse to make sure he was gone. He’d told me he was leaving before he left and begged me to come out of the bathroom. A desperate part of me had hoped he would stay with me because I was mad.But who was I to think I was important enough that he would leave his work for me?I test the living room, wondering what to do next. He looked for my phone everywhere, but I couldn’t find it. The

Maxim was LIVID. As soon as I stepped into the penthouse, I felt the air of hostility. Maxim was yelling at someone as he spoke on the phone. His suit jacket was off, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled to his elbows.He raked my hands through his hair as he said, “I don’t care if you turn Chicago upside down! Find my woman and do not come back here without her!”When he heard the elevator chime, he turned around and sighed in relief. He cut the call immediately and reached me in two strides. I’d come back late since where I was meeting with Mira was on the other side of town. I tried to make it earlier before Maxim arrived but I’d been caught in peak-hour traffic.“You better have a good fucking reason about leaving here without my fucking permission!” He yelled.He was so angry that a vein popped on his forehead. He could barely hold his emotions in. He fisted his hands so hard that his knuckles turned white. I stepped back and he ste

Maxim had bruises on his face like he had been fighting with someone. As he approached me, there was a slight limp to him that I didn’t like.His leg also seemed injured. It was clear he had gotten into a fight. I didn't think it was possible for business to follow him to Chicago. “What happened?!” I asked as I closed the distance between us and put my hands on his arms. “You’re hurt. Let me clean you up.”Instead of listening to me, he put his free hand on my cheek and looked at me like he was searching for answers in my eyes.He was always trying to read me by looking into my eyes, but this time it was different. His expression was a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.He looked at me the same way he did the first day we met. It was like he was wondering who I was for the first time.“Let’s go,” I said, breaking away from his trance and dragging him to the bathroom.If he didn’t get his wounds cleaned up, he was going to bleed out and pass out. I was angry at him because had not tak