Fallen Royal (Mafia Royals 4)

A shoe.

Serena’s.

Nice.

“They found out what happened,” Ash spoke up first. “At the house.”

I jolted up. “Was it arson?”

Ash nodded his head, eyes weary. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“So, I have to stay here.” I tried not to sound excited at the prospect of being so close to Maksim, but maybe this was our chance.

Our last chance?

Who knew, but I would take it, blindly even, because I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong, even when he said it wasn’t.

“Yup.” Ash ran his hands through his hair. “I think that’s smart; the pool house is still fine; how the hell are you so calm, Iz?”

Maksim.

The first answer that came to my mind.

“She’s a fucking Abandonato,” Maksim said with a snort. “If she wasn’t fine, we’d need to exchange her for a better version.”

I stuck out my tongue and shoved him.

He barely budged, but at least I felt better.

“See?” Maksim grinned. “She’s fine, plus I arrived on a white horse and caught the princess as she fled her castle, so I get points too, right?”

Ash glared. “Question. Does everyone think it’s okay to sleep with my sisters? Have I not made myself painfully clear on this?”

Oh, shit. I glanced between the two and realized it looked like we’d slept together, not slept-slept but had sex.

“Nothing happened!” I said quickly. “I just held his hand.”

Ash barked out a laugh. “Yeah, okay, and Junior’s a virgin.”

“I’m serious!” I held up my hands. “We’re innocent, plus he just broke up with Jenna!”

“The worst,” Tank said under his breath, earning a fist bump from Junior and a nod from Ash.

Maksim groaned into his hands. “Can we not talk about Jenna anymore?”

“And yet you kissed it.” Ash shook his head. “Really, that’s an insult to my sister as much as it’s an insult to me.”

I groaned again.

A fight was coming. I knew it.

“The ring,” Ash said with a smirk. “You, me, King, Junior, and Tank a little exercise will do you good, Maksim. God knows you aren’t getting any action anymore anyway. Isn’t a little release… good?”

I reached under the blankets to grab Maksim’s thigh and came right into contact with his very hard length.

Hand paused; I did nothing while they all talked about when they’d go do their fights, aka workouts.

“Wanna come shop with us?” Serena called over her shoulder.

I was still distracted by Maksim’s dick.

“Huh? What?” I said.

Serena looked down at my hand, at the blankets, and shrugged. “Maybe another time. You’re busy.”

“No!” I was ready to defend myself when they all left.

Twenty minutes later, and Maksim would be sparring with Ash, who’d most likely shout, “You slept with my sister!” about a dozen times before drawing first blood.

I groaned and lay back on the pillow.

“Could be worse.” Maksim grinned, moving over me. His body was so hot, so right as he stared down at me, smirk perfection.

“How?”

His body started to slowly grind against mine.

My legs fell apart without my approval, just like a moan escaped between my lips without my consent.

“Well…” He started grinding his erection between my thighs to the point that I couldn’t stop moving with him.

So wrong.

So right.

How was this so good? My clothes were on, but I wanted to rip them off; everything about Maksim had always been all-consuming. He was an expert kisser, an expert manipulator in the way he used his body against others. I had no choice but to surrender. Hell, he never gave me any other option other than pleasure.

“See?” He growled against my neck. “This is so much worse, your brother assuming that we did something we aren’t even guilty of. I mean, if we’re going to get into trouble, we may as well… do it.”

“Do wh-what?” I played dumb.

He gripped my ass with his right hand and tugged at my boxers, loosening them then sliding his fingers between my thighs. “Oh, you know… sleep in.”

“This isn’t sleeping.”

“No…” He laughed against my neck, his fingers inching deeper inside me. “But I’m definitely in.”

“Maks!”

“What?” He spread his fingers wide and started to play.

And while it felt so good, I wanted to die, it still felt like something was off.

Another knock sounded at the door. “Get the fuck off my sister, Sinacore!”

“Ash,” we said in unison.

But rather than let me finish, Maks pulled his fingers from my body, lifted them to his mouth, sucked, then winked. “See? It really could be worse.”

“Wait!” I jolted up. “You’re just going to leave?”

“Your brother is literally standing outside the door. Hi, Ash!”

“What the hell are you two doing in there still?”

“Playing chess… I just got dominated by the queen,” Maksim teased. “Wait, does that mean I win or lose?”

The doorknob started moving.

“And that’s my cue.” Maks jumped away from me. Then, as if he had another thought, he came back to the bed, jerked down my or, I guess, his boxers, and shoved his face between my thighs.