“I’m going to get Victoria,” he said, his voice hoarse from the depth of his need.
Jezebel’s mouth tightened at the mention of his Familiar. “I’ll go with you.”
“Not a good idea.” His kitten already had her fur ruffled over Jezebel. But more relevant was the fact that when he got his hands on Victoria, he wasn’t letting go until he’d come his last drop in her. It was certain Jezebel wouldn’t appreciate cooling her heels while he did so.
“Doesn’t she know what you’re like, Max?” she asked, her eyes diamond bright . . . and equally hard. “Jealousy is pointless when it comes to you.”
“I’m not the man who used to f**k you, Jezebel.”
“Has she tamed you, then?” she goaded softly. “What a shame.”
His mouth quirked and he stepped away, deciding not to bother with his vest and jacket. His blood was hot with the hunt, making him want bare skin over clothing. “You and I can be friends, Jezebel, or not. That’s up to you.”
She materialized naked and on her knees in front of him, her head bowed in a pose of submission she knew would goad his dominant nature. Her hands rested on her knees, her body waiting for his command. “As long as I get your c**k inside me, you can call me whatever you want. I need it, Max. I feel empty without it.”
Max took a deep breath. His body was hard and aching, and black magic still clung faintly to Jezebel, calling to the darkness inside him. His mind retained heated memories of his past with Jezebel, a true submissive, which prompted a reluctant response to the sight of her capitulation. While Victoria eventually surrendered, it wasn’t without some resistance. She gave him control because she chose to please him, not because she had a true compulsion to do so.
But she was the only woman he wanted. The only one who could soothe the beast inside him.
He flashed to Victoria’s office, incited by the thought of subduing her naturally defiant nature. In that respect Jezebel was right—he loved the challenge.
His kitten sat behind her desk, a frown of concentration on her beautiful face as she read from her monitor. Her long slender legs were crossed at the ankles beneath her desk, while diamond studs sparkled with multihued fire at her ears. He flashed behind her, reading over her shoulder, intrigued by the realization that she was studying up on him.
Gods, he loved her. Loved that she was as consumed by him as he was by her.
“I want your cunt,” he said gruffly, driven hard by his need. “And your ass.”
Her head swiveled toward him and she pushed to her feet. “Max. What the f**k happened today?”
He snapped his fingers and removed her clothes, leaving her as naked as Jezebel had been. The two women could not have been more different, not just in their appearance but also in their effect on him. While his lust had been stirred instinctually by Jezebel, what Victoria incited in him was a different sort of hunger altogether. Ravenous. Insatiable. Soul-deep. One goaded as much by his love for her as it was by his desire for her body.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
“Max—”
“Now.”
Her jaw tightened before she shoved her chair aside and obeyed. That hint of rebellion pushed him further. He touched her shoulder and took her across town to his loft, a space he no longer resided in but kept as a playroom.
“That’s right, kitten. It’s time to play.”
Six
Victoria stiffened when she realized where Max had taken her. Unlike the apartment he shared with her now, with its warm palette of honey-hued hardwood floors and cream-colored walls, Max’s former bachelor pad was industrial in style. An acid-washed cement floor chilled her bare knees, while exposed ductwork hovered above her head and pale gray walls surrounded them along with an impressive collection of sexual paraphernalia.
Her pu**y clenched with longing, her body trained to anticipate the pleasures to be found in the familiar space. But anger and jealousy simmered inside her. She didn’t want to play. She wanted to fight.
“Where’s Jezebel?” she asked, keeping her head defiantly back to stare up at him.
His mouth curved in a slow, sexy smile. “Your possessiveness makes my dick so hard it hurts.”
“Are you sure your hard-on isn’t due to seeing the woman you’ve been banging for twenty years!”
Max began to undress, freeing the buttons of his shirt one by one, exposing the hard expanse of his chest one inch at a time. “I could be in her now,” he drawled, his gaze heavy-lidded with the arousal that strained against the zipper of his slacks. “She’s naked in our apartment. On her knees and desperate for my cock.”
She gasped, then moved to rise. “What the f**k?”
With a careless wave of his hand, he undressed her and sent her across the room to the bed. A bondage bar appeared on the red satin beside her and a tremor ran through her at the sight of it. Soon she’d be helpless and exposed, her body restrained and arranged to service him. Before Max, she had never imagined that she would crave that level of vulnerability and loss of control. Now she couldn’t imagine doing without it. He told her what to do, what to feel. And in return she’d orgasm until she was insensate with pleasure.
“You can’t hold my past against me,” he said, his voice tight and low. “I like to f**k. So do you. For the rest of our lives, we’ll be f**king only each other. Nothing else matters.”
He approached her with that wickedly sexy stride, one that promised as much as she could take, his body rippling with muscle. His erection was thick and long, the wide head glistening with his excitement. It curved up to his navel, the size of him enough to make her thighs squeeze together against the ache he created. She pushed up and curled her legs beneath her, wanting him but wanting answers, too.
It was harder to stay focused on talking than she cared to admit. She knew exactly how that big dick felt inside her, how it stretched her and rubbed all the most sensitive spots, how she writhed beneath his hard body and begged for him to give it all to her.
“Max . . . ”
“I should be hunting.”
He reached the end of the bed and she saw the sweat glistening on the steely ridges of his abdomen. A creamy, glistening drop of pr**cum slid lovingly down the thickly veined length of his cock.
He was so hot for it.
“Instead,” he went on, “I can’t breathe for wanting you. Can’t think. Can’t wait to sink my dick inside you and come until my balls stop aching.”