Page 24 of Dima
I needed to stop this, but she smelled so fucking good. The vanilla that she always mixed with a hint of cinnamon was addicting.
I fucking loved cinnamon. That was probably why Maeve was so addictive to me, but I had to pull away. Her father trusted me to protect her. I couldn’t protect her and fuck her at the same time.
“I’m sorry.”
I disconnected from a kiss I never wanted to end and stepped back. I knew I was wrong. I was using Maeve, and it was working. The closer I got to Bishop, the closer I got to his daughter. Being this close to her meant she would inevitably be caught in the crossfire.
Maeve asked questions that I couldn’t give her an answer to. Marcus Stewart was an alias for another case I worked on. I had just closed it before this one. That was why that license was still in my wallet. Clearly, she had been snooping around my truck, but I didn’t give a damn. At least I had an explanation as to why the ride back home was so tense. Doubts I could fix, but I couldn’t have her mad at me.
“Don’t be sorry.”
She looked at me with wide eyes and soft ass lips that I wanted to kiss again. Those lips begged for mine to touch them without even moving. I was falling for Maeve at rapid speed, and I didn’t want to slow down.
“I don’t want you to do anything you didn’t ask for.”
“Dima, I want you to kiss me. I’ve been controlled my whole life, but you’re the only person I don’t mind yielding to. Please kiss me again.”
Maeve looked up at me like she truly felt safe with me. Like I was the only person who meant her well, and I knew what that felt like. I had been controlled by my father most of my life, and I never felt like any of it was for my good.
The way she stared at me broke through my reservation. I was supposed to be here protecting her, but that protection had turned into something totally different. Now I wanted to possess her in the most intimate way.
I crashed my lips into Maeve’s again and forced her back onto the wall. She opened for me, granting me permission like she always wanted to. I gripped the back of her head, pulling her face into mine even more, and she jumped to wrap her legs around me.
Her pussy was flushed against my stomach as I held her up against the wall. The way her back arched, pushing her further into me, made my dick brick instantly.
Our tongues danced like they’d known each other for years and could anticipate the other’s movements. We kissed and sucked each other’s lips until I couldn’t take the heat coming from her body anymore.
“You sure about this?”
I posed the question to Maeve, but I should have been asking myself: Was I sure I wanted to take the risk of fucking the daughter of the most dangerous man in the city? Would doing this complicate an already complicated case even more? I didn’t know the answer to either question, and I didn’t give a damn.
“I’m sure.”
That was all the convincing I needed. I followed Maeve’s directions as I carried her to her room. I made quick strides and watched as her body hit the bed.
She looked so beautiful as she sat up on her elbows to watch me. There was a mix of eagerness and innocence that her face balanced well.
“Take them shorts off.”
Maeve lifted and flung the shorts to the floor just as I’d asked. I unbuckled my jeans and let them fall next. I used my body to spread her legs.
Opening her legs gave me a clear view of her, and I gulped at the sight. Her pussy was the kind of perfection that was hard to comprehend. My mouth watered the more I stared.
“Can I taste you first?”
I barely caught her nod before I swung her legs over my shoulders. Her thighs cupped my ears as I brought her heat closer to my tongue.
She tasted so sweet as I opened her with my kisses and let my tongue roam her folds. Her soft moans made me hungrier, and the way her legs tightened made me want to make her feel even better.
I sucked, licked, and slurped her juices as her body trembled underneath my tongue. I wielded it with every intention of licking her dry. Her head flung back as I brought her closer to her climax.
“Please, Dima, put it in.”
Maeve screamed as I pulled her first orgasm from her body. Her body felt limp in my grasp. I let her thighs fall to the bed for a moment.
I stood and settled between them again before using them to pull her to the edge of the bed, hooking my arms around the back of her thighs to pull her middle closer to mine. She made me so damn hard that I could barely function.
All the blood had left my top head to go to the one that needed it most. I felt her body tense up again as she braced herself for my entrance. I didn’t hold back as I slid into her.
