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“You fucking bastard!” I strain at my binds, hissing in exasperation. “Let. Me. Go!”
Something unreadable flashes through his dark eyes and I stiffen, falling silent. A subtle softening of his jaw is my reward, and I watch, riveted as he lifts one of his hands and lowers it to his fly.
With envious dexterity, he has it open in seconds, palming his cock. Holy crap. He moves slowly in firm, deliberate strokes that have him hardening in a shocking display that leaves me gaping.
“W-What are you doing?” I try to sound angry, but awe laces my tone instead. Shit. Shit. Shit. I want to seethe, and rage and scream.
But he is impressive even from this angle. His piercing stands erect, swallowed by the swelling flesh until the rounded ends of the barbell are all that remain visible.
Well aware of my drifting attention, his eyes ruthlessly seek mine out as he manipulates his straining cock. Stroke after stroke leaves him pulsating, but his expression remains unchanged. Unreadable. Cold. Undeniably sexy…
No. “S-Stop!” I shake my head and struggle against my binds, making the metal clang.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He does stop, his hand stilling, his gaze unmoving. For seconds. Longer. Unbearably long. I squirm, my lips parting for another demand.
The second they do, he starts to stroke himself again, rendering me silent. As my lips close, he strokes faster. Again. Soon, his entire body is rocking with the motion, his cock straining in his grasp. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe the sight. Any words die in my throat as his hand moves even faster. Surer. The longer he pleasures himself, the more I lose my train of thought.
Men like him don’t exhibit themselves lightly. It’s an intentional display, I suspect. Meant for me alone. To tease me. Shatter me. Chastise…
And it’s cruel, unusual punishment. I’m senseless, lost in the whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Shame. Rage. Need. Musings of anger quickly turn to imagining how he would taste, let alone feel if I tried to take him from this angle. As if reading my mind, he stands, letting his pants fall down to his ankles, baring himself completely. Slowly, he advances, his hand still moving, muscles straining beneath his skin.
I don’t even realize that my mouth is already open until he cups my chin, tilting it so that I’m forced to look up at him. His thumb traces my lower lip as he bucks his hips. And I don’t hesitate.
A groan rips through me as his taste explodes over my tongue and I eagerly lap at the crown. My eyes roll and I forget all about hating him. Fellating him on the bed was one thing. But this…
It’s so different.
Brother of the fiercest crime lord in Fair Haven, Vadim Gorgoshev has survived horrors most men couldn’t imagine in their nightmares—and he’s learned to thrive in the chaos.
But the master of control meets his match when a fiery redhead crosses his path.
Will the obsessive Vadim maintain the upper hand or will the reckless Tiffany turn his world upside down?
With Vadim’s control stretched to its breaking point, he aims to turn the tables by enacting Tiffany’s wildest fantasies—whether she wants him to or not.
The harder she finds it to resist him, the more she becomes swept into his growing family, forced to reassess her previous boundaries.
But when Vadim’s past comes back to haunt him, the chaos threatens to ignite their budding relationship…
And destroy it for good.
Vadim’s books are a new trilogy in the Club XXX world. Vadim’s trilogy can be enjoyed without first reading Maxim’s trilogy or read as a continuation to Maxim’s series.