Maxim Vasiliev ~•~It was a good thing I was not the one driving – my men hadn’t allowed me to – because we would have been in some kind of accident by now because of my urgency.I kept telling the driver to go faster, but it reached a point where he stopped listening to me. This was a character trait most of my men possessed. They listened to me no matter what but when I stopped being reasonable, they stopped giving me a listening ear.My mind was unsettled and I could barely keep still on the drive back to the house. As soon as we entered the gate and the car started slowing down, I was out before he could pull over properly.“Boss.” Some of the men acknowledged me but I paid them no mind. I took the stairs three steps at once and it was not long before I was in front of Brielle’s room.Before I could push it open, Mikhail came out, closing the door behind him.“How is she? Is she alive?”He chuckled even if I didn’t find anything funny about the situation. “Chill. She’s fine.”I l
Brielle Clarke ~•~ Maxim was acting weird. He was different. He had been since I woke up. He had me on bed arrest and fussed over me. He made sure I took my medicine and I ate well. He also helped me whenever I needed to shower. I’d gone from barely seeing the man to seeing him every day. This was not the Maxim I knew. He was a changed man. I didn’t know if it was because he was scared I could have died, but he was acting like he cared about me. It was weird. It almost freaked me out, but I liked it. Currently, he was drying off my body and he was not even trying to touch me sexually. It was a first. He turned me around to towel dry my back and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the marks on my bum. He always did. It was like it reminded him about what I’d been through because of his beef with Ivanov. “I’m sorry.” He muttered to himself but I heard him and pretended not to hear. He blamed himself for what happened to me but I had forgiven him already. It was not his fault I w
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I was itching to get rid of Ivanov because how dare he? He was such a sick motherfucker. It was obvious he used the college kid. Why though? Did he send him so he could find out just how possessive I was of Brielle? Was that why he kidnapped her and decided to use her against me?Brielle and I had such an intimate moment that day. It was dark and twisted but that was the day I knew Brielle could match my energy. She was not disgusted by me. She was not put off by the fact that an almost dead man was watching us fuck.She was made for me. To think that Ivanov had seen it all. Hell, imagine if he had the sound on. The sounds Brielle had made that day were reserved for my ear but he didn’t think through before intruding.And letting her know he had the tape? Dick move.Speaking of the devil.My phone rang and I saw that it was Ivanov, but I didn’t answer just yet. I needed not to blow up on him. I needed to strategize. I didn’t just want to kill him. I wanted to tortu
Brielle Clarke~•~“You said we were going to talk when I’m fine,” I said as I burst into Maxim’s office.He arched an eyebrow and looked down at my leg to see that I was not limping anymore. He patted his thigh and I didn’t waste time before I rounded his table and straddled him.He sighed when my shirt rode up and revealed my panties. “Why are you not wearing shorts, Brielle?”I shrugged. I had been in his room and his shorts wouldn’t stay on my waist even with the drawstrings. Besides, his shirt was long enough. It was also late at night and many people were asleep, if not everyone.“There are a lot of men in this house and I would appreciate it if you don’t flash them.”“You said we are going to talk,” I repeated.Maxim bit his lip, looking at me in amusement. “What do you want us to talk about?”“What?” Why was he suddenly turning this one on me? It was his idea to talk. Why ask me what to talk about now?“Have you ever traveled?”Maxim was confusing. Why was he changing the subj
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I was expecting the question sooner or later so I was not surprised when we were laying in bed one night and Brielle spoke up. “Why are you being sweet to me?”Her head was laying on my chest. While we waited for her visa to be processed, I’d been spending more and more time with her. We didn’t even have sex as usual as we used to. We had sex only once after her kidnap, that time in the pool, but it was easy to just spend time with her.She was fun and witty and we had quickly gotten used to bantering. Whenever Mikhail caught us being like that, he would smile like it was his lifelong dream to see me with a woman.“What do you mean? Should I be hostile?”“You know what I mean, Max.”Suddenly, the name, Max, didn’t sound so bad anymore.“We’re cuddling.” She felt the need to point out the obvious.My tongue poked the inside of my cheek. Yes, we were. I’d found out I liked having her in my arms and I liked doing things that satisfied me. I did not know why I liked her
Brielle Clarke~•~I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with Maxim, but something was seriously wrong with him because there was no damn way he just asked me to be in an open relationship with him. At least, he was sensible enough to cut Debbie off as there was no way I was going to let him keep fucking me with the same dick he put inside her.Mikhail was right. I had changed a lot. I was bolder and cussed like a sailor.Technically, he was my first boyfriend, but somehow, I was sharing him with others. I was not okay with that. I knew I had to do something about it.“Why is your friend such an asshole?” I sighed, looking at Mikhail.“I think he’s just ignorant.” He laughed. I had told him about Maxim’s idea to be in an open relationship and he was not even surprised. “Why don’t you show him what he is missing out on?”The idea came to me at once. “Why don’t you help me?”Mikhail backed away from me a little bit. “I don’t like that look on your face and I think you want to cause a r
Brielle Clarke~•~It really shouldn’t have but the first spank came as a surprise.I let out a yelp as my back arched even more, and my body shot into the table. Maxim held a handful of my hair and pulled it so I was in place. He did not wait for me to recuperate before I felt another slap on my ass.“Fuck, Max!”The third spank was harder than the last two and had tears in my eyes. He had never spanked me with his hand and somehow, it ached more than when he used his belt. He was not going easy on me this time.I let out a whimper as I tried to close my legs, but Maxim kept them apart. Regardless of the pain, I could feel my wetness dripping down my legs. It was embarrassing. “I’m sorry.”“You’re not.” His words were accompanied by another spank.“Please, I am.”Using my hair to pull me up, he turned me around, bringing his face closer to mine. “I am merely treating you like the brat you are. Why are you complaining?”“But you said–““I never said anything about you fucking other me
Brielle Clarke~•~I stood in front of the body-length mirror in my closet, not believing I was staring back at myself. I looked spectacular.I did a twirl, turning around. Marina said she didn’t want to get in trouble with Maxim but she sure enjoyed the drama I had with him because they was no other reason she’d get me this dress.It was a red short dress with strings that were tied around my neck and the back of the dress dipped down to the top of my waist, the dress itself stopping below my ass. My entire back was on display and one pull of the strings and I’d be naked.Maxim had gone out and he was not going to be around till the next day, which kind of ruined my plan but I went ahead with it anyway.I was in a six-inched heel that made me feel powerful and I couldn’t resist as I turned to the side and took a picture, sending it to Maxim.[Me: how do I look?]I’d thought since he was busy, he wouldn’t reply but he did immediately.[Maxim: you look like mine.]Red dusted my cheeks