Maximus Black Novels & Stories

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Maximus ushered her into his car with a grand gesture and she responded with an excited giggle as she obediently hopped into his vehicle, and they drove off into the darkness. Half an hour later, Maximus stood alone by his vehicle at the side of an isolated rural road, wiping his hands off on a pale pink satin slip. His eyes still glowed red, as he could still hear her sweet screams of terror and later pain. Maximus leaned into the boot of his vehicle and opened a secret compartment. There in a wooden box he placed a long strand of pearls with several other pieces of women’s jewellery. His trophy case, of sorts. Right now, he needed a new place to stash it, as this box could only hold so muc

I will not rest until I find the witch and Alpha Cassius receive the treatment he so desperately needs. Nothing will stand in my way. Nothing will stop me from reaching my goal. I am Maximus, Cassius's beta, and I will not be defeated. I repeated it in my head, and my charges became much more fierce. “D*e, you ruthless beast!” I slashed him with my sharp, elongated claws.

I muttered. “The pleasure is all mine,” Maximus said, holding out his hand. “Maximus Vanucci.” “Yeah…we figured that out,” I murmured, taking his hand. His grip was firm yet soft, and I had to look away as he peered straight into my eyes, his amber ones watching me like I was some sort of riddle he needed to solve. “Maximus is the owner of the global fashion brand Bellavanti. He was recently voted as the ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ in the United States,” Leonardo said. “And ranked second in Times…”

He bares his teeth without smiling. “Come and get her,” I whisper into the mic, and cut the feed to black. “Board meeting,” Maxwell says, as if we’re about to discuss quarterly growth and not a blood-circled ladder around a pack. He snaps his cuffs straight. “Let’s go buy ourselves a moon.”

How different things were now. Alpha Maxwell stepped forward from where he'd been conversing with a group of older wolves. "Ah, perfect timing. Everyone, may I present Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven Blackthorne, and mate to my sons." The silence that followed was heavy with shock. I could smell their surprise, their curiosity, and in some cases, their scepticism. One young woman near the front looked particularly displeased, her perfectly made-up face twisted into something that might have been a smile but looked more like a grimace.

The sound that exploded from my throat was nothing short of animalistic. Maximus was on top of Kairos. I only recognized him because of the tattoo on his chest. The rest of his face was entirely unrecognizable. It was soaked in blood and mottled. Despite that, he still was trying to wrestle Maximus off of him. Max was in no better shape, himself. Lines of blood were streaming down from his temples. His lips were ruby red as if he’d bitten his tongue off.

The blond enforcer stood there, naked and lethal, his gold eyes still rimmed with the black ink of the beast. "Release him, Kan," Gideon rumbled. His voice was a physical weight in the room. Timothy’s eyes darted between them. "Gideon Blackwell. And the 'MadMax' of the Nelblack syndicate. I’m in a room with two walking corpses." "I haven't used that name in years," Kan said, his thumb brushing over the pulse point in Timothy's neck. He leaned in, his breath hot against Timothy's ear. "But for you, I might bring him back."

He held my hands and put them above my head, his cock giving me punishing thrusts like he wanted me to know who I belong to—who my body belongs to, who my body recognizes. I arched into the bed as Maximus pulled out and slammed back inside me and I screamed. Goddess, the man was big. “Maximus, don’t stop,” I moaned as his fingers found their way to my clit and started rubbing and it felt like I was seeing stars. Maximus' eyes suddenly turned black—a sign that his beast was taking over. It didn’t scare me, instead it turned me on even more. His thrust became so brutal it was almost painful. But I love it. I love the painful pleasure.