Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (14 page)

He moves from the chair and kneels
before the tub “is that the craziest thing you have ever heard? I don’t see how
it could be, I have tried to show you in every way possible but I never wanted
to push you before you were ready.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond,
he dips his hand into the water to rub my side. When I don’t protest, he moves
his hands to my hip and then between my legs.

He quickly begins to rub my clit
beneath the water, slow and steady when I move my head back at the feel of his
hand between my legs, he takes that as an invitation to slip a finger inside of
me.

“You are so beautiful, and you are
so sweet. I don’t see how any man could not fall in love with you after a short
amount of time. But here is the very big issue between me and some of those
men. Although we met on less than desirable circumstances, I will give my whole
live to make you happy. You will never have to cry tears of me angel, because I
will always be here. I will always be true to you.”

He picks up the pace with the ministrations
of his fingers and I suddenly come hard.

“Yes angel, god you are even
fucking beautiful when you do that.” His voice is full of seduction.

He rises slightly and I can see his
erection pressing against his suit paints. I lean forward, pulling myself up
onto my knees and reach forward for the buckle of his paints.

He grabs my hand before I am able
to do anything further “you don’t have to do this angel, I just wanted to make
you feel good.”

I don’t know if it’s me or the
alcohol talking but I look up at him “I want to make you feel good for making
me feeling.” In the most seductive voice I can manage.

He pulls me up from the bathtub. I
climb out and he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, he turns so that
his back is against the bed. He rakes his eyes up and down my body, licking his
lips in appreciation while he releases the buckle of his pants unzipping the
pants slowly, watching my reaction as he does.

When his pants are fully opened, he
pulls the pants down and steps out of them, leaving his black briefs on, which
leave nothing to the imagination, his erection is straining against the fabric.
When he stands back up, he grabs himself almost as if he is trying to relief
his need.

I walk towards him and reach for
the waist band. He lightly grabs my chin forcing me to look into his eyes “are
you sure you want to start this, because I don’t know that I would be able to
walk away if we go any further.”

I rub him gently through his
briefs, causing him to lightly growl “I’m sure Max.”

I reach up and slowly begin to
unbutton his dress shirt, when I reach the bottom and its wide open I notice
that he doesn’t have any tattoos. He is strong too, but he’s not as strong as
someone else. But Max doesn’t need to be full of muscle, he’s perfect the way
that he is. He’s smart, and he’s kind and he loves me. He told me he loves me.

I nudge him back so that he will
lie down on the bed

Once he does, he scoots back on the
bed so that his legs are not lying over the side. When he does I climb up on
top of him, straddling him. I lean down and lightly kiss him. Our first kiss.

He’s gentle. He doesn’t need to
devour me, there is nothing rough or tainted in this moment He gently moves my
hair behind my ears.

“Don’t do that.” I ask gently that
was
his
thing. He always said he needed to see my face. He had to see
all of me he would tell me.

He nods. He doesn’t ask me why, he
just accepts it.

Instead, he gathers all of my hair
in his hands and holds it to the side. Kissing me.

I begin to slide myself in small
circles against him. I feel him pull away slightly and hiss at the movement,
which only causes me to press down a little more but never stopping.

Max grabs my hips and pushes me
down more firmly, the feeling of his briefs against my bare flesh should be
uncomfortable but it’s not. In fact it feels amazing.

I scoot back away from him, slowly
moving my body down his. When I reach the waist band of his briefs, I pull them
down and remove his erection. Just by touching him finally nearly sends Max
over the edge, his back arches and he lets out a small slew of curses.

I gently lay small kisses along the
side of his cock, before pulling it into my mouth and sucking gently, but with
enough pressure to get him really going.

I move my hand along his base in
half circles, up and down. Max starts to moan, so I start to suck a little
harder.

He doesn’t take long to come. He
tries to warn me, but I ignore him.

I have a million thoughts cross
into my mind when he finishes. I should stop this. I should go back into the
bathroom and finish my bath and pretend that none of this ever happened. I look
down at my hand where my wedding ring should be.

Three grown men, all with their own
world of personal contacts and favors could have found my by now. But they
chose not to.

I have to move on. If I am going to
be here forever, I am going to try to be happy.

I climb back up Max and pepper him
with more kisses, all of which he returns with a bit more force than last time.

He turns me so that I am on my
side, still facing him.

He kisses me, and with another hand
reaches between my legs rubbing two fingers between my folds

“So wet.” He mutters

“Of course, that was pretty hot.” I
laugh

“You are fucking hot.” He grabs my
mouth with his again. I lose myself in the kiss, and barely have time to
register his lifting my one leg up and over his hips and entering me in a quick
smooth motion.

Granted it’s only been 6 months,
the sudden feeling of having him inside of me causes pain, but only for a
moment.

Dean and I had sex sure, but only
about 10 times before I went missing, with a new baby, it was hard to find a
whole lot of alone time.

“Shit angel, there is going to be
no coming back from you.” Max groans into my neck, thrusting in and out of me
deliciously slow.

He leans up onto his elbow and grips
my breast into his one hand, twisting and pulling on my nipple while sucking
gently on the other one.

“You taste so good baby.” He moans

He continues his movements, slow
and steady, no rush. Nowhere to be. No one to save. When I am close I tell him
I am almost there. He picks up the pace, thrusting inside a little faster but
still trying to enjoy every movement.

He comes, and comes hard. “fuck.”
He all but screams. I am thankful that we are on this wing by ourselves,
because anyone nearby would know what we were doing otherwise.

When he’s done he pulls out of me
slowly, then stands up and goes into the bathroom, bringing back a wet wash
cloth and begins to gently clean me up.

“Olivia.” He says

“Yeah?” I whisper, allowing him to
wipe between my still sensitive legs

“I don’t need you to tell me that
you love me right now, I know that you have been through a lot. But I just need
you to know, that I really do love you.”

I smile at him. He returns it. When
he’s done, we crawl into bed and fall asleep.

It’s the first time I have fallen
asleep beside someone who wasn’t Dean.

Max and I don’t leave the room for
nearly a week. Seriously, it is never ending. We have food brought up and we
stay in bed.

I still don’t tell him that I love
him, I’m not sure that I quite do. But I know that I feel safe with him, and I
know that unlike others he doesn’t leave my side as soon as we are finished. He
sticks around to tell me how much I mean to him I haven’t had much of that
before, and it feels nice.

When we finally leave the room, we
spend our days watching movies, out at the shooting range or driving golf carts
around the property.

Max does have work to do for his
father, but he doesn’t let it take up too much of his time. He always spends his
free moments with me.

Stella calls Michaels phone one
day, asking to speak to me.

I am shocked by her worried tone on
the phone “he refuses to file for divorce.” She said as soon as I picked up the
phone. But I don’t for a second thing it has anything to do with me, but rather
selfish concerns.

No one stays in the room with me,
which I find to be really odd.

It was as if Stella knew what I was
thinking “that phone doesn’t dial out.” She laughs

“I don’t care if it does.” I mutter
“What do you mean he won’t file?”

“Exactly what I said, Dean refuses
to end your marriage.”

“But he’s fucking you, so that
pretty much seals the deal does it not?”

“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck
he is thinking all I know is I told him you asked for him to file and send out
the papers and he lost his cool, nearly killed Ryan and the other dude when
they tried to hold him off and he pulled the door off the fucking hinges like
the Incredible Hulk. Then he got in my face and told me to tell you to go fuck
yourself.”

I stay silent for a moment before I
say anything else

“Are you two… still together?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does.” I reply although I
wasn’t sure I truly wanted her to answer

“He fucked my brains out right on
your kitchen counter when Ryan and the other guy left.”

“Adam you mean.”

“Who?” she asks

“Adam you said the other guy, his
name is Adam.”

“Yeah Adam, Angelo I don’t give a
shit what his name is, point is you aren’t getting the divorce from him, I
think he is worried you will take all his money. I can’t blame him. Clearly
money keeps you quiet, you haven’t tried to leave the compound once.”

“Max loves me.” I don’t know why I
am telling her this “Dean wants you. I don’t really know why you care, you got
what you wanted.”

She says nothing for a moment “yeah
I got
everything
I wanted.”

I can’t help but hear the slight
sarcasm in her voice

“Is Landon with my mom?”

“Nope.” She replies, popping the P

“So you are raising my son with my
husband, basically I shot you for nothing.”

“Yup.” Another pop

“Listen, I don’t want your snot
nose kid. I only want Dean. I will convince him to do the divorce, but he isn’t
going to leave his son, it’s the only reason that he married your ass in the
first place. Obviously he wanted a kid.”

“Why don’t you just give him one
then?” I ask

“Because I can’t have kids.” She
snaps

“You have a son.” I retort

“Let’s just say his conception was
a onetime thing.” She replies

“Please stay away from my son
Stella.” I ask

“Oh now look who wants to play
nice.”

“If you do anything to harm him. I
will get out of here, and I will aim correctly when I see you.” My voice is
cold

“You’ll never get out. Michael says
Max is in love with you, has been since the start. My plan worked out
perfectly. You will never be free of him.”

“I don’t need to be free of Max to
get my son back and to hurt you, if you hurt my son before I can.” I reply

“Dean won’t let you take him.” The
panic in her voice starts to rise again. What is she so worried about?

“Listen, Dean is getting out of the
shower, I just wanted to let you know.”

She hangs up before I can respond.

Max walks into the room, takes a
seat. Pulling my legs up onto his lap.

“I want you to get me a lawyer and
I want to sign off on a divorce to Dean, but I don’t want a single thing from
him, can you do that?”

“Sure.” Max smiles “If that’s what
you want.”

It is, if that’s all that is
holding him back, then fine. But I want custody of my son to go to my mother.

I know that’s not going to go over
well with Dean.

The lawyer petitions for divorce on
my behalf. He also asks for shared custody between Dean and my mom for split
time. He said the courts wouldn’t need to know that I was being held against my
will.

Hearing those words made me sick. I
forgot that I couldn’t just up and leave.

It causes a fight between Max and me.
One that he makes up for with a fancy dinner and a massage.

Max asks me if I would marry him
when the divorce comes through.

I agree.

I love him, not in the way I had
loved Dean, but I was starting to think that I could make it work with Max if I
really want to.

He makes it a point to be there for
me, to ask me questions about my day when I am not with him. I know that I was
bought and sold to him. I know that I am not able to be with my son. Which is
the most brutal part of it.

But I can’t help but think, that I
might be able to convince Max to move away from all of his father’s dealings
and help me get my son. I would have to ask him about that. If he is in love
with me, maybe he will be willing to start over.  

I am wondering constantly about
whether or not Dean has been served the divorce papers denouncing all of my
claim to his money. The lawyer said we could do a pre-nup but there was no way that
Dean would act like we were never married. I knew that much about him. He’s a
pride man. I just want to know if he knows I filed. I want to know if will
accept to end things if he knows I don’t want his money, that it was never
about that for me.

But no word comes. Stella doesn’t
call.

Life I guess you could call it
that, my new life. goes back to “normal” I cry for my son every time I am
alone, and when I am with Max I put on my brave face and we have sex. It is
hard to stop.

Dean and I didn’t have sex a whole
lot. We slept together those few times before and after Landon, so Max and I
had outdone my sex score three times over.

The man is never tired.