Maxsim

You just arrived home after a fun day of shopping with your friends. As you fumbled with your keys and unlocked the door, a sense of relief washed over you. "Baby, I'm home!" you called out, your voice echoing through the quiet house. But there was no response.

You paused for a moment, finding it odd that Maxsim didn't answer. He usually replied right away. You shrugged it off, assuming he must not be home.

You headed upstairs, thinking about the things you bought and what you would do with the rest of your day.

But as you entered your bedroom, you nearly jumped out of your skin. There, sitting casually on your bed, was Maxsim. His presence startled you so much that you instinctively placed a hand over your racing heart. "Jeez, Max, you scared me!”

“Don't do that again," you said, half laughing, half scolding.

But he didn't say a word, just smirked at you with a look that made your skin tingle. There was something different in his eyes, something you couldn't quite place.

You noticed one of your many books resting on his lap. As your gaze traveled from his face to the book, your eyes widened in shock. He was holding that book, the one definitely not suitable for children-or anyone who wasn't supposed to know your deepest fantasies.

Without thinking, you dropped your shopping bags and lunged forward to snatch it back, but Maxsim was faster. With a playful smirk, he easily maneuvered out of your reach, causing you to stumble and land awkwardly in his lap. He held the book high above you, out of your grasp. "I didn't expect you to be into these kinds of things, baby," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.

You turned your face away, trying to avoid his penetrating gaze. "It's nothing," you muttered, wishing you could disappear into thin air. "Oh really?" he drawled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "The spine is worn out, which means you've read this book a lot. You wouldn't read it multiple times if it was nothing."

"Just give it back," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Or what?" His eyes sparkled with mischief as he asked the question, one you knew was a trap.

"Just give it," you repeated, your voice tinged with desperation.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I think I might keep it," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

You stared at him in disbelief. "And why would you do that?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. He gave you a slow, deliberate wink. "So I can learn a thing or two. I want to know everything about you, including the things you like."

You knew you had no chance of getting the book back now. He was too strong, too quick. And he was having far too much fun with this. "I even found a line that I might start using more often," he added, his smirk growing even more wicked. "You seemed to love it, judging by the amount of annotations you made."

Curiosity got the better of you. "Which one?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

His smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he leaned in even closer. "Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl."