Chapter 63

‘This perverted lunatic…’

What on earth? What was this bizarre act he was doing to someone supposedly asleep?

From the moment she met him, Daisy had known that Maxim was far from normal. But the more she got to know him, the more appalling his behavior became.

He seemed to have found some enjoyment in this twisted game, smearing whipped cream on her lips over and over and then licking it off.

“So this is what heaven tastes like.”

Chu, chu. He muttered in between relentless kisses, each one pressing wetly against her lips.

They really do say married couples start to act alike. Maxim had just said the same exact words Daisy herself had muttered earlier while savoring her stolen bites of cake.

“Too damn good for what it is.”

Of course, his delivery was much cruder.

“Shame is, I don’t think heaven’s in the cards for me.”

Strangely enough, Maxim seemed to be grappling with the same existential crisis as Daisy. Even an unapologetic egotist like him was fretting over his eternal fate. Then again, with the amount of people he’s killed, Maxim might be winning their grim competition by a landslide.

“It’s not that I can’t go. It’s that I’ve no right to. A man like me has no place there.”

“…”

“So promise me you won’t go alone, Izzy. I can’t follow you there.”

Maxim had a surprising knack for self-awareness. Unlike Daisy, who still clung to the idea of repentance and a second chance, he seemed to have already given up on the possibility.

“Screw the prayers. Come to hell with me instead. With you there, hell might honestly be more fun than heaven.”

He spouted the most absurd blasphemies, yet Maxim sounded thoroughly willing.

He started with light, brief kisses, seemingly content with them at first, but they gradually grew deeper as if he couldn’t control himself.

“Haa, fuck… I can’t hold back anymore.”

Maxim let out a low growl, cursing under his breath.

As if deciding to go all in, he settled himself atop Daisy’s body.

It seemed he had decided to take things further, as he naturally climbed on top of Daisy’s body.

Before Daisy could react, he shifted closer, climbing on top of her as if it were the most natural thing to do.

‘Should I pull out the gun?’

Instinct made Daisy think of the revolver tucked beneath her pillow.

The weapon Maxim had ironically given her for “self-defense” in case of situations like this.

She knew she should shove him off, point the revolver at his head, and threaten to shoot unless he stopped this insanity at once…

Yet, for some reason, she kept delaying the punishment he deserved.

As their lips locked more deeply, his soft tongue slipped past her slightly parted lips.

As much as she hated to admit it, it tasted sweet.

The remnants of the whipped cream melting between their lips made her feel almost hypnotized.

Knowing that Maxim was tasting the same flavor made it oddly understandable that this perverse man was breathing so heavily, excitement roughening every exhale. When he finally pulled back, his warm breath ghosted across her flushed cheeks.

At the same time, she could feel the slick thread of their saliva stretching between them.

“Now then… shall I taste here next?”

Maxim’s tongue darted out, licking the bit of cream off the tip of Daisy’s nose.

‘Gross! Why the hell is he licking my nose?!’

Startled, Daisy’s lashes fluttered. Maxim, amused by her reaction, chuckled softly.

“Sorry, did I startle you?”

He gave her round little nose a playful nip, then kissed her again.

“Cute.”

The fine hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end, and her toes curled involuntarily.

It felt as if she were prey about to be devoured. Every nerve in her body tingled, like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. But despite the tension, Daisy couldn’t deny that she was hyperaware of every sensation, as though her body were betraying her by finding the experience intoxicating.

“I had a taste of you, so now why don’t you try tasting me?”

What was he about to do now? The curiosity was almost unbearable.

Daisy didn’t even dare open her eyes, terrified that he would realize she was awake.

Her eyes darted back and forth beneath her closed lids, betraying her tension.

“Come on, open up,”

Maxim murmured, gently pressing her bottom lip until her mouth parted slightly.

With his lips inches away, he exhaled warm breaths before finally sealing their mouths together.

What she tasted first wasn’t his lips, but soft, airy whipped cream. As their mouths joined, the cream melted almost instantly, its sweetness spreading between them.

Before the cream fully dissolved, Maxim ran his tongue along the roof of Daisy’s mouth, smearing the remaining cream from his own lips onto hers, as if marking her.

With each brush, each lingering slide of their tongues, a rich, melting sweetness flooded her mouth. A growing sense of urgency burned through her, heat pooling in her stomach.

Schlurp. When Maxim tilted his head and deepened the kiss, pulling her lips into his with a gentle suction, a sudden, unbidden sensation made Daisy freeze as warmth spread between her thighs.