The Master (The Game Maker #2)(66)

He bucked into me and jostled that maddening hold on my *. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard for me.”

He removed that palm—“No! I need that, Máxim!”—only to return it with a cupped slap.

“Oh. My. God!”

“There you go. . . . That’s it, baby. I can feel your wet * readying.” SLAP.

The sound echoed around us as I tumbled over the edge. As heart-stopping pleasure coursed through my veins, I drew a breath, needing to scream lungfuls.

He put his other hand over my mouth. “Scream for your man.”

I did. Again and again and again.

“Greedy as ever!” He f*cked harder and harder, shafting me with savage, animalistic thrusts.

He yanked up my scarf to bare my neck. A bite at my nape made my eyes roll back in my head. Right when I felt his heat spurting inside me, he snarled against my skin, “Belong to me!”

Violent shudders wracked his massive body. One after another. Until he’d spent all his cum in me. . . .

With a last groan, he lowered his forehead to rest atop my head. He lazily stirred himself in our wetness, wrapping both arms around me. He squeezed me hard, but I loved it.

Slowly we caught our breath. “En un sue?o.”

“A dream?” Nuzzling my ear again, he murmured, “You’re falling for me.”

My core quivered around his semihard shaft.

A low laugh. “You can’t hide that, can you? What are we going to do about this?” He’d said nothing about his own feelings.

I swallowed. “Get through this weekend?”

“Then we’ll have a long talk. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Wait, what was I agreeing to? My head was still in the clouds.

“This is going to pain me, but I suppose we can’t be late for the festivities.” With another groan, he pulled out.

A shock of cold hit my * and ass. “Oh! Oh!” His damp dick must be freezing, but he sweetly tugged my ski pants and thong up before tucking himself back in.

He gave me a swat on my ass. I swatted his in return. He helped me into the saddle, mounting behind me. When his arms wrapped around me again, I lazed back, sighing in contentment. “Me podría acostumbrar a tí.” I could get used to you.

“This is why I’m in such a hurry to learn your language. You speak Spanish in my ear during and after sex.”

And he spoke maddening Russian.

“Even when you sleep, you murmur in Spanish.”

I talked in my sleep? Mierda! “You’re learning too fast. I’ll have no secrets before long.”

“That’s the plan.”

I bit my lip, feeling like a countdown clock had started. Again, I thought, What if I trusted Máxim? Maybe I wouldn’t be calling Edward down upon me. Maybe I needed to recognize a superstition for what it was.

Might it finally be time for me to recruit a teammate? A partner? Could any man be more qualified than Máxim to take on Edward?

By the time we’d reached the stable, I began to relax again. I didn’t have to decide anything for two days, and I was determined to enjoy this man, this place.

After we’d returned Chestnut, we walked back to the lodge hand in hand. As we approached the entrance, he said, “In case those farmers are still hanging around, I’ll show them who you’re f*cking.” He grabbed me, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me inside.

I was squealing with laughter, pounding my mittens on his back, when I heard a man say, “Maksimilian?”





CHAPTER 28




With a laugh, Máxim turned, which put my ass—in tights—on display. “Ah, Aleksandr.”

His brother? “Down, Ruso!”

He let me slide down him, then pulled me around with my back to his front. He draped his arms over me, possessiveness in full force.

Aleksandr was as tall as Máxim and had similar features, that strong jaw and chin, the proud nose and broad cheekbones—though Aleksandr’s eyes were amber to Máxim’s blue. And Aleksandr had tattoos on his fingers and closer-cut hair. Definitely rougher around the edges than Máxim.

Aleksandr stared at his brother as if he didn’t recognize him. “You look . . . changed.”

Máxim’s hair was ruffled, his skin tanned, his bright blue eyes hooded with relaxation. He appeared younger and was grinning—an authentic smile. His brother’s shock clearly amused him.

Yet I could detect currents of strain between them, as if Aleksandr remained on guard.

“You brought a date.” Aleksandr turned his attention to me. I must have looked like I’d just gotten jackhammered in a covered bridge.

“Katya, this is my brother Aleksandr. Bratan, this is my woman, Cat Marín.” There was an undertone of say something, I dare you to his words.

“It’s a pleasure, Aleksandr,” I said. “I can’t wait to meet your bride.”

The man frowned down at me. “You’re from Miami?”

Máxim laughed. “Yes, this is the girl I held prisoner. But as you can see, she’s an overjoyed guest here. Aren’t you?” He squeezed me.

“I’m here to keep Máxim in line. There’ll be no mischief while I’m on watch, or I’ll kick his Russian ass.”