Maxwell blinked before he understood what those words really meant. And when he did, he was stunned. She kept staring at him, as if waiting for an answer. And he didn't know what to say in the face of what was definitely an unusual situation.
"Since when?" Maxwell finally managed to think of something to keep her talking before he did what was on his mind every time he saw her. It was only when she wasn't there that he managed not to think about her and what he wanted to do with her.
"Ever since I saw you for the first time." She said and raised her bottle as if to toast him. Maxwell understood that all the storm she had brought was really just a jealousy crisis.
"You thought I was Adam. I saw your look of recognition as soon as you came in here."
"Still, that was the moment I fell in love."
"And why didn't you say so before? Why only now?"
Anna stared into his confused eyes and smiled. She was so drunk that she no longer cared about humiliating herself.
"Because I realized just now that I could lose you forever if I kept this secret."
Maxwell ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back in a nervous gesture.
"You're very young, Anna..."
"I'm in my twenties. I'm not so young that I don't know what I want."
"I'm much older than you... You have so many friends at university... I thought one of them had already won your heart. And it would be the right one. They're your age and have the same interests. And with your beauty you could have any one of them..."
"You talk as if you were Dad's age. Your brother didn't care about that when he... Used me. And I was younger. You're only three years older than him. But your character is completely mature, and that gives you an extra charm..." She said and drank from the bottle.
"It's not me you love, Anna. You love my resemblance to Adam. I'm not him and I'm not like him. You'll never find him in me, apart from appearance. He's a werewolf and I'm... something else. Were you scared when you saw a werewolf transform in front of you? Anna, the monster inside me is much uglier. Much more terrifying."
Anna noticed that he was suddenly sad.
"How dare you question my feelings? I know very well the difference between you two, and I know which man I love. You can be a coward and run away from what you feel too, but don't throw your absurd excuses at me. My feelings. You talk as if you were inside me and knew better than me about what I feel. You're as arrogant as your brother. I don't care about the monster inside you, Maxwell, there's a monster inside me too. Your brother never showed me his werewolf form, but it wasn't necessary for him to do so for me to know that I was facing the most execrable creature in the world. It's not the werewolf that's a monster, Maxwell, it's your brother. You don't live with him, you don't know what it's like to be forced and bullied into accepting anything that's imposed on you. Don't talk as if you know better than me what a monster is!" Anna said and sipped her drink before continuing. "I fell in love with the most cowardly man I've ever met. You're afraid of your brother." Anna said and saw the anger shining in his eyes, which amused her.
But she was startled when he quickly approached her and stopped her from bringing the bottle to her mouth again and said between breaths;
"I'm not inside you yet Anna, but I'm going in now." He said, taking the bottle from her hand and tossing it to one side, neither of them caring about the sound of it breaking, and taking her in his arms, he led her to his bedroom, where she had never been since she arrived there, and unceremoniously threw her on the soft bed. He undressed in front of her, then ripped off her clothes and wrapped his hands around her breasts, while kissing her savagely on the lips.
Anna was startled by how much her body reacted to his touch. Every place he explored with his hand or mouth gave her shivers of pleasure. A pleasure she hadn't known before. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She hadn't known that she could reach such heights, with hands and mouths more experienced than her previous ones.
Maxwell seemed to hunger for her body and prolonged his torment of Anna's body, which reacted sensationally. Her involuntary moans told him how much pleasure she was getting from this sweet torture.
She felt two needles in her neck and a wave of pleasure seeped into her blood. She wondered if he was giving her some adrenaline to increase her pleasure and desire, so that she could surrender to his caresses without reservation.
After much listening to Anna calling out to him and begging him to please, he let go of her neck, wiped her mouth, and finally penetrated her. She had multiple orgasms as he thrust his penis deep inside her, and he was delighted. He knew that the spell she had cast over his father, and then his brother, was now with him. It was impregnated in him.
When they were finally sated, he got off Anna, and she quickly fell asleep after sending him a smile.
Maxwell couldn't sleep. He could hear her snoring, the soft beating of her heart, her veins pumping blood throughout her body, and that sound had become his favorite since that day. However, he knew he couldn't give himself completely to her just yet. Anna was young, a teenager. She knew nothing of the world and nothing of him. She believed that he didn't do anything unethical. She didn't think he was a monster, but she was wrong. He didn't judge fairly when it came to the men who worked for her father. He favored them. And he used his position to do it. I didn't know if she would react well to knowing that he was actually involved with the mafia in some way. There was also another problem that would soon be knocking on his door: Adam. He didn't want to have to fight for his position next to her. He didn't want to have to worry about that. And for that to come to an end, he would have to bring them face to face. Adam wouldn't take it very well if she chose to stay there with him. But if that happened, he would know how to stand up for himself and protect her.