Chapter 73

His hands were tied securely behind him, rendering him completely immobile.

And he was covered down there, so the threat was officially contained. There shouldn’t be any problems. Everything was perfectly in place.

“Just so you know, I’ve never done this before, so I might not be very good at it. I’m only doing this once, so after that, you have to trust me no matter what. Deal?”

“Depends how you do.”

“…”

Even though I’m the one doing him a favor, this bastard’s still being a pain in the ass. Daisy’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m checking to see if you really do like men.”

Daisy bit back the string of expletives that were on the tip of her tongue and forced herself to calm down.

She was only doing this because she had no choice. Seriously… she didn’t have a choice.

But if she let this lunatic get the wrong idea, she might drag Mary Gold into this mess, and that wasn’t something she could risk.

She kept repeating that to herself as her gaze drifted to Maxim’s lips. They were full and sensual, almost enticing… but remembering the filth that came out of that mouth made the idea of kissing it feel revolting.

‘Okay. The way to overcome repulsion to something is to associate it with something you already like.’

With a soft sigh, she dipped her finger into some of the cake’s whipped cream and smeared it onto Maxim’s lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the sweet scent hit her, making her mouth water.

She might’ve talked a big game earlier, but kissing a tied-up man with an obvious erection was still embarrassing.

‘This shouldn’t be hard. I’ll just think of it as using my lips and tongue to smear the whipped cream everywhere, then licking it back up.’

It was her first time initiating a kiss, but since Maxim had done it earlier, she figured copying his method should work.

From her end, his kiss had been surprisingly enjoyable. At least, until he’d started moving lower. Up to that point, she hadn’t resisted.

‘We kissed at the wedding, and again earlier. One more isn’t going to kill anyone, so what’s the harm?’

Others have done far worse just to extract information. Like sucking an ugly old man’s dick.

If a little kissing was the price for survival, she could handle that.

She couldn’t let innocent Mary Gold get hurt because of her. She had to protect others from being harmed, at the very least.

The Lord said that when hatred comes, you must overcome it with the power of love, not violence.

Daisy clawed at every excuse she could think of to shake off the guilt weighing on her.

‘And honestly… it did feel kinda good, didn’t it?’

Just do it. Closing her eyes tightly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Maxim’s.

She began by slowly gliding her lips across his, smearing the cream like she was frosting a cake with her mouth. The moment they touched, smooch, a wet sound echoed between them.

The whipped cream easily melted like a snowflake on her finger, mixing with the saliva pooling in her mouth. Daisy tasted it, rolling it over her tongue, then passed it back into Maxim’s mouth with a soft suck.

Maxim accepted it eagerly, as if it were the most precious nectar of the gods.

“Mmm.”

A low, contented groan rumbled from his throat. Even though it was just a short sound, it blended with the rising heat in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with sexual tension. Beneath the sheet, Daisy could feel Maxim’s thighs tense, and his arousal swell even further.

At least with his hands tied, he can’t grope me.

Daisy felt a twinge of danger, but she had something she could count on.

If I’d known this would make me feel so much safer, I’d have tied him up ages ago. Guard dogs really are best kept on a leash.

A muzzle or collar would’ve been even better, but tying his wrists together would have to do.

Daisy chuckled at the absurdity of her own thoughts.

Maxim couldn’t move his hands, but he devoured Daisy’s lips with the hunger of a ravenous beast. Beneath the sheet, she could feel his arousal burning hotter and harder. The heat beneath her thighs grew slick and damp.

The thin barrier between them did nothing to deter him. He rocked his length back and forth against Daisy’s pussy, grinding himself into her.

Smooch, smooch. The wet sounds echoed in her ears, and something thick and sticky began to leak between them. Her panties had already been ripped off by that brute, so all that separated them now was a single bed sheet. And even that was getting soaked.

Slowly but surely, with each thrust of his hips, the sticky sheet slid lower, leaving less and less between them.

‘No, if this keeps up, he’s going to…’

A tingling sensation spread from her toes, as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff. Daisy clung tighter to Maxim’s neck and pressed herself closer to him.

This was getting too dangerous. His cock was rock-hard, and it felt like it was moments away from breaking through the sheet and pushing inside her.

The whipped cream had long since melted. Her lips were swollen and achy from all the sucking and biting. Enough was enough. Panting and gasping for air, Daisy shoved against his chest.