Sunday 'Sunny' Santos

My evening with Verity and Luka passes in an uneventful and unexpectedly pleasant way, with only minor conflicts breaking out sporadically, much like spot fires I'd done my best to douse before they grew out of control.. Without the favour of their older brother to fight over and restricted to good behaviour by the tender nature of my pregnancy, the two begrudgingly settled into a temporary truce..
They chose to share few verbal exchanges, each electing to communicate directly with me instead of addressing each other, as well as avoiding eye contact and close proximity..

It had of course been awkward at times, sure.. But still a welcome improvement upon the last time I'd seen them together at the Casino..

Somewhere in between the uncomfortable silences and snarky comments, Verity had found the grace to genuinely and generously offer her help with the wedding plans and I'll admit I'd been touched by her gesture of good will.. Of course I found it difficult to sustain my anger with her after that and we easily slipped back into our natural dynamic of her running the show and me letting her think she is in charge..

It's just easier that way with Verity..

I am smart enough to take the course of less resistance.. She is a force of nature, beautiful, hardened and vicious on the outside, but inside I know there is a soft heart.. Even if she tries to hide it..

Still, I was surprised to find her simple act of kindness would spur a competitive Luka to volunteer his own assistance planning my upcoming nuptials, and before I knew it a date was set, he had a venue booked, and V was on the phone describing my dream dress to a seamstress..

When Verity asked me what my favourite flowers were; I told her I'd always loved Gardenias..
When Luka asked my favourite colour; I told him it was midnight blue..
When Verity wanted to see what I looked like with my hair up instead of down; I sat patiently while she experimented on me as if I were a dolly for her to makeover..
And when Luka asked if there was anything important to me that I'd like to do before the wedding, there was only one thing I could think of to request; To talk to my Abuela..

I know she would give me those steadfast words of wisdom I need to hear.. And perhaps part of me wants to ask for her forgiveness, for disrespecting the sanctity of marriage and dishonouring our family name by going along with a fraudulent wedding that is guaranteed to end in divorce..

I wonder if she will ever forgive me?

I wonder if I will ever forgive myself...

Even with the forced comradery and strained vibe of the evening, somehow those few hours the three of us spent together were the most fun I'd had in such a long time.. I'll admit, it felt nice having them both fussing over me and making me feel special, even if it was only for their older brother's approval.. For the first time since I left Oaxaca, I didn't feel empty and alone..

By the time midnight rolled around, Verity had retired for the night and Luka had left to make his way home, I wearily climbed the stairs alone, ready to turn in.. Once in the privacy of my bedroom, I peeled away the restrictive layers of fabric and denim that were suffocating me.. Stripping to my underwear before I tumbled into bed, feeling the weight of my bones as they sunk into the comfort of the soft mattress..

....

An intangible amount of hours later I lay there in the dark, caught in the tangle of soft sheets, still twisting uncomfortably and trying to find sleep after a long and exhausting day..

But I'm not tired..

If anything I am wide awake, my restless muscles buzzing with the persistent hum of pent up energy and sexual frustration.. The familiar scent of Max's laundry detergent envelopes me in a warm and fuzzy cocoon, and my body thrums with excitement to be reminded of him..

And lately it's like everything reminds me of him..

I think about the frustratingly enigmatic man all time, so much that it has practically become an obsession..
But even with all my daydreaming and over-analysing I still don't know how he feels about me, or if he even feels anything at all.. All I know is that I can't deny my own desires, which grow deeper every day.. Every minute.. Every second..,

I get lost in visions of his striking eyes, watching me.. Frosty blue and intensely mysterious, the way he looks at me makes my blood run hot and my knees weak..

I can hear the echo of his sexy Slavic inflection, his sweet stammering affliction, and the softness of his tenor when he calls me 'Bunny'..

I melt at his smile, rare and charming, it sends the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy..

I hunger for his muscles, swelling and flexing with tension, decorated in a sprawl of scars, masculine veins and mafia ink..

I fantasise about his hands on my body, squeezing, stroking, spanking until I can't take it anymore..

I yearn for his mouth on mine, kissing me hard...

As my mind wanders, my hand slips down over my stomach to settle between my legs, exploring the sensation of silky fabric against sensitive skin.. My fingers dance over my panties and excitement burns through my body as a vivid fantasy begins to take shape behind my closed eyes..

...

Max devours me with his hungry gaze, pinning me in place as his fiery touch glides over my creamy caramel skin to reach my aching apex, sending powerful bolts of shivering lighting through my legs..

I moan and shudder, rapt in hedonistic pleasure as he alternates between deftly circling my clit and teasing my slick entrance.. His bicep swells under the strain of his self control as he slowly eases a thumb inside me, gently stretching me open to him..

I cry out in ecstasy, craving more.. "Oh dios- Max!"

He is a divine specimen, carved muscle, cut contours of steel and stone that my body longs to writhe beneath.. My malleable, soft curves would feel so right pressed against his smooth muscular plains..

Thick and tattooed fingers begin to move faster, dipping deeper inside and quickening in pace to match the timing of my panting breath, drawing out the sensual torment as my moans begin to resonate in the air.. "¡Ay, Papi! Sí sí! Oh Dios Mio Max, Mi Angel- te quiero muchísimo!" (Oh daddy yes yes oh my god I want you so bad)

...

Slick wetness coats my own fingers as I begin to tease my throbbing clit faster and harder, growing needier and frantically desperate for release.. "Mmmmhh.. Oh Max-"

"Yes, Little Bunny?" A suddenly dark growl resonates from the doorway, yanking me right out of my fantasy to send me careening back into reality.. I sit bolt upright in bed, embarrassed to have been caught pleasing myself and wondering how the hell I hadn't heard him coming..

"Dios Mio, Max!" (my god) I peep, thoroughly humiliated.. "What are you doing here?!"

"You called my name.." Authority and power ooze from his impressive build.. Stepping out of the hallway light and into the shadowy dim of the bedroom, he asks.. "Am I interrupting?"

Oh god, he looks so darn good.. Silhouetted strapping shoulders and masculine posture made to enthrall and intimidate.. It's as though he'd stepped out of an old black and white gangster flick or the pages of a dark romance novel and into my bedroom..

"Um- no--" Sweat beads at my brow and my chest heaves as a white hot explosion of humiliation and shame engulfs me in its uncontrollable flame.. "I was- I mean, I wasn't-

"Should I go?" He smirks, tilting his head in curiosity..

No!
I scream internally..
But instead of saying that, I shake my head, pulling the covers higher up over my chest to conceal my black satin bra.. "Not if you don't want to.."

"What do you want?" Max presses for an answer, low and soft, forcing me to make the decision.. "Tell me, Bunny.."

Who is he kidding, we both know what I want.. What I have wanted since Javi dragged me into that casino and threw me down at the feet of this ruthless and beautiful man..

I want him...

"I-" I swallow thickly, the thumping drum of excitement and nerves pounding furiously behind my ribcage.. "I want you to stay.."

Kicking the door closed behind him, his eyes burn me with their intensity.. "Well don't go getting all shy on me now.."

"You want me to--?" I utter breathlessly, almost needing to pinch myself to see if I wake up from another wildly passionate dream..

But he is undeniably real...

"Make yourself come." Max commands with so much authority that my body responds on cue.. A liquid pulsing between my legs sends a dizzying rush to my head, making it impossible to resist the temptation of lust that overcomes me entirely..

Emboldened by my frantic edged tension and his husky demand, I reach down beneath the plush comforter and begin touching myself again.. Anxiously excited, I tease my pussy, gentle and slow, sighing in gratification.."Ohh.."

"Atta'Bunny.." His rough encouragement is all I need to sink into the oblivion of carnal abandon.. That discerning glacial gaze meets mine as Max stalks forward to the foot of the bed, reaching down to take a fistful of crisp white linen.. Slowly he pulls at the sheets and blankets, unveiling my quivering body and damp panties, a craving mess of honey-gold skin and slick lust..

The thrill of anticipation takes me in a chokehold as I lay vulnerable beneath his lingering gaze.. I've never been particularly shy about my body, but I've never exactly loved it either.. At best I have lived detached from the vessel that is my flesh in order to survive the physical suffering endured over so many years.. But something about the way The Loan Shark's steely stare sweeps over my every rounded curve and plump assets, it grounds me in the moment and forces me to be present..

I want to experience every second of his attention and drown in his affection...

I'd crawl for it.. Beg for it.. Burn for it..
I'd do anything for it..

"Take them off.." Motioning towards my underwear as if they were a criminal offence, Max speaks firmly enough that his will feels inevitable and my reflexes obediently oblige.. I reach up behind my back to the clasp of my bra, releasing it with a snap and shimmying free.. My ample breasts, 'pornographic' as Verity had described them; swell with each heaving breath I take, and Max utters a tormented groan through gritted teeth in response.. "Blyat'.." (fuck)

"Por favor, señor, can you help me?"(please sir) I plead helplessly, so close to finding my release and frustrated to have to delay my gratification as I toss my bra aside and wriggle down the bed to lay on my back..

"Da.." (yes) He moves with purpose, sinking down to sit comfortably beside me, setting a warm hand on my bare thigh.. I shift my weight to allow him access as his fingers dip beneath the elastic at my hips and he slides my panties off before tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket..

Lifting my head to watch him, I giggle, surprised by the erotic thrill of his claim on such an intimate keepsake.. "Did you just steal my panties?"

He smirks silently, ignoring my question, instead wrapping a hand around my ankle to drag my leg across the mattress..

"Oh!" I squeak in surprise..

He then rises, circling around the foot of the bed to reach my other ankle, to which he does the same thing, positioning me to his liking, spread wide open, wet and wanting..

"Chertovski krasivya, Zakya.." (fucking beautiful, bunny) He hums in reverent rumbling Russian, looking down at me with a wild and starved look in his sapphire eyes..

"What are you going to do to me?" My tummy squirms into tightly wound knots of greedy need..

"Nothing.." Swaggering across the floor, Max takes a seat in the expensive leather armchair opposite the bed, settling in to watch my desperate performance.. "You're going to finish what you started, Baby.."

My sensitive pink cherry tingles with bliss as I ease it in tight pleasuring circles using two fingers.. "Like this?" I shiver..

"Mmh that's it, Zakya.." He growls, husky and strained.. "Tease that pretty little clit, show me how you drip.."

He takes control of me, like a conductor leading an epic symphony, my muscles tremble and convulse as a crescendo rises between my thighs.. "Ahh-- se siente tan bien, Maksim.." (it feels so good)

"Fuck--" He utters harshly at the roll of my Spanish tongue and sound of his name in my mouth.. "You're getting my cock hard, Baby.."

"Ohhhhh! I want it-- want your cock to fill me up.." I cry, irrationality unhinged by the very mention of his manhood and the accompanying sexy sinful thoughts.. "I want you to fuck me!"

He chuckles, low, teasing and dangerous as velvet thunder.. "I doubt you could handle me, Little Bunny.."

"I can!" I pant determinedly, the friction of my fingers now testing my resilience as the steady thrum numbs my rational-brain.. "I can take it!"

"Prove it.." He demands even more of me, challenging me to push past my limits.. "Faster.. Make those perfect tits bounce.."

My digits flurry double time to appease his demands and the bed shakes with increasingly threatening quakes.. "Mmmmhh Max- please -" I moan, practically falling over the ledge and into the lava as I struggle to plead with him for the relief I so badly need.. "Can I come?"

"Not yet, Bunny.." He instructs firmly, never taking his eyes off me as I unravel before him.. "Finger that sweet cunt till I tell you to stop.."

Wound tighter than a screw and shaking like Jello, I hold my breath and hold my cum.. An incredibly difficult feat given I am only milliseconds away from going supernova..

"That's a Pretty-Baby.. Keep doing that.." He praises me in a tone thick, syrupy sweet with a splash of patronising.. "Mmmh, my sweet little thing.. You're doing so good--"

A feral whine, animalistic and primal, like no sound I've ever made before tears from my lips.. "Oh Max- pleeeeeeease- I can't- I'm going to-"

"Come.." He sets me free with a single word..

I combust with his permission, rivers of fire and ecstasy rushing though my veins, fizzing in my chest and flooding from my core.. "Ayyy!" My muscles seize and my body jerks as a blazing climax spirals through me and my breath cuts out..

"Don't close your legs.." He warns when my limbs tighten reflexively.. "Let me see you, Zakya.."

Forcing my knees to fall open, my hips lift form the mattress as the full impact of a life altering orgasm rips through me.. The kind of earth shaking bliss that makes me see stars and wonder what the hell I'd been doing all those years before discovering such an incredible feeling.. "Oh Max ¡Mi Dios!" (my god)

★★★

A note from the author...

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