Chapter 65 I’d ruin her beautifully
Max's POV:
“You know what…” Veronica said, biting into another fry like it was forbidden fruit. “I’ve never had French fries as the first thing for breakfast.”
I chuckled, leaning back in the booth like I owned the damn place. “Welcome to my paradise. Where there are no rules.”
Her smile nearly undid me. God... that fresh coat of bright red lipstick on her plump lips?! It weaponized her. She looked too sexy... like a pure temptation in human form.
I stared, not even hiding it. She caught me, her dark eyebrow arching with amusement. “What?”
“Nothing,” I muttered, sounding rougher than intended.
She smirked, sensing the heat building in me... the raw urge to pin her right there on the booth and erase the world.
But she pivoted, leaning forward, chin in her palm like an interrogator. “Don’t tell me you’re truly rule-free, Max. You have rules.”
I scoffed, grabbing my coffee. “Enlighten me.”
She tilted her head, red lips curving wickedly. “Like… what the hell do you mean by the ‘other side’? Other rules?”
My body went rigid as I felt my insides flare up like a volcano.
She had no clue what she was prodding.
I inhaled slowly, forcing casualness as my inner fire licked my veins. The coffee didn’t help at all. “Just forget I said anything like that. It’s not for someone like you.”
Her smile vanished, replaced by a pout, looking offended at my statement.
“You underestimate me,” she said.
I watched her, amused. She was just too adorable... like a kitten swiping at a lion... all unaware that the lion craved the fight. “Veronica, do you even know what you’re asking?”
“I know what it is,” she replied confidently, wiping salt from her fingers. “It’s a kink.”
I stared, then leaned in slowly, looking predatory. “It’s more than that, baby... It's psychological. Deep.”
Her brows knit, her mind visibly spinning.
I loved it... how she leaned closer instead of flinching.
“This one reveals what we repress most. Who we are without the mask. Not everyone’s ready.”
Her eyes widened. Was she in fear? Hunger? Need? I couldn't tell.
Then she straightened, triggered in the best way... she was just too desperate to prove herself.
I adored this about her. One challenge, and she latched on like it was life or death.
“Whatever it is,” she said deliberately, eyes narrowing, “I can handle it. Bring it on. Stop treating me like fragile porcelain.”
She was intoxicating when stubborn. I leaned back, grinning.
“You’re serious?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I exhaled, my grin widening. Nodded slowly. “Fine then. If that’s what my date wants, I’ll show you.”
Her lips parted.
I pressed on. “The other side isn’t pain, chains, or clichés.”
Her faint flush said she’d pictured exactly that. I smirked.
“It’s surrender. And control.”
She didn’t blink, looking transfixed—like I was a door she ached to open.
“The real kink?” I murmured. “It’s what it unlocks.”
“What do you unlock?” she breathed.
“The parts we hide our whole lives. The 'you' that stops apologizing for existing.”
Her breathing was shallower, and I swear I saw her pupils dilating.
“Veronica,” I said, darker now, “if I take you there, no blaming me later.”
“I wouldn’t.”
She said it now. But true sight changes everything. I already saw her flaws: She was craving for approval, people-pleaser... who puts others as her priority while abandoning her own needs.
I could deliver it all to her, make her understand her shadow self.
But for her... there would be no unseeing it.
She leaned in, voice hushed. “What happens next?”
I stood slowly, tossed cash on the table, extended my hand. “Come.”
She was hesitating for a second, then her fingers met mine... and I felt that electricity.
I squeezed her fingers, possessively. And leaned to her ear, “First rule of the other side... you don’t ask what happens.”
She shivered, her lips grazing my jaw. “Then what do I do?”
I met her eyes, my restraint was just hanging on a thread now. “Just trust me.”
Her breath hitched. She nodded, quietly. It was surrender from her side. Just too dangerous for her.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
She was flushing now, and trembling. Perhaps finally it was catching up to her.
But it was too late, she couldn't take it back, can she?!
I promised to myself that I’d ruin her beautifully. And I’d savor every second.
However, I can't say the same thing for her... she might or might not enjoy it, and I should keep the safe word for this, and let her feel safe.
Veronica's POV:
Max started the bike... the engine's growl vibrating through my core as we tore out of the city.
He had promised to show me the "other side"... those cryptic words still buzzing in my veins like whiskey I drank a while ago.
He was taking me somewhere... I didn't know where.
"You can't ask any questions... it will ruin the experience..."
My arms tightened around his waist, my heart hammering.
Should I be anxious? Hell yes.
The internet had been useless... just some random kink lists, rope pics, and breathless forum posts.
Nothing on this psychological edge, he'd said, was in there, the stuff that "unlocks the repressed side of ourselves."
What is even possible to do so with an act like this?!
Perhaps he was just messing with my mind by talking in that way!
Max was intense, not reckless. He was probably just scaring me, testing my nerve like always.
The way he'd called me "good girl" still lingered in me, sending illicit thrills down my spine.
I pressed closer, thighs gripping him, the bike's rumble was mirroring the pulse between my legs.
We slowed at a gated drive—isolated cabin, woods swallowing it whole.
There were no neighbors around!
He killed the engine, taking his helmet off, turning with eyes like blue crystals. "Ready to surrender?"
My stomach flipped at that. My anxiety twisted with heat. "Lead the way."