96. An heir

Brielle Clarke

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“Sit up for me, my love.” He coaxed, slightly pulling away from me. I sat up as ordered and he told me to raise my arms, removing my dress.

I was left in my bra and panties that didn’t match, but Maxim didn’t care about that. His hand reached behind me and he unclasped my bra in one swift move. He discarded the material, exposing my breasts. The cold air hit me on the chest but it was soon replaced by the heat of Maxim’s mouth.

“Oh fuck.” I arched my back, subconsciously pushing my breasts further into him. He pushed me back so I was lying down and started kissing down my body.

He kissed a particular spot on my ribs. “You never told me how you got your scars.”

I tensed at the question. I thought Maxim didn’t care about it. He had never brought it up. He never made it obvious that he saw them whenever I was naked. It was weird. We had never talked about it and I was hoping we never did.

“Relax.” He kissed the scars again. “I just want to know what you’ve been through