Because she wants more.

Max pondered the question for a moment. Why was she here?

“I fix things,” she offered. “And after last night’s interruption it became clear to me you have a problem needing fixing.”

Sneijder stood up and sighed, his shirt was untucked, his tie loose, he looked unkempt as if he hadn’t slept all night. “And what would I need fixing with?”

Logan had told her how poorly Lucas Frank had reacted to losing the bidding war for the disc, “Lucas Frank,”

Sneijder’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. “He’s nothing more than a sore loser and a brute. I am a legitimate businessman and he’s nothing more than a thug, I have nothing to worry about.”

“Then why haven’t you called the police.”

“You live in this city; you must know the answer to that question already.”

“So let me help you.”

“How could you.” He paused looking her up and down, “help with Lucas Frank.”

“I have my ways,”

“And what would you want in return?”

Sneijder moved closer to Max invading her personal space. “And what if I had a different problem.”

Max held her breath and tried to not think of how hard he had fucked her the night before.

“I have many skills.” Max replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Sneijder reached out slowly and caught the zipper of her vest between two fingers. “Tell me why you’re really here Max.” he said softly and gently pulled down the zipper.

The sound sent shivers down Max’s spine and made her legs tremble. With each tooth that separated she was closer to what she really wanted.

Max wore no shirt under her catsuit which earned a smile from Sneijder as he began to expose the expanse of her cleavage. He stopped moving the zipper just below her breast and looked at her.

“Tell me why you came back here?”

Max sucked in a deep breath but didn’t reply. She should leave, she was better than this. Better than to let this sick fuck use her.

Sneijder trailed his fingers between her breasts, up her chest until he reached her neck. Opening his hand he wrapped it around her throat.

“Did you like getting fucked last night?” he asked, almost mockingly as he tightened his grip around Max’s throat, “Did you like being my cock hungry whore?” he demanded in a harsh whisper through clenched teeth. His grip around her neck tightened until it made Max gasp.

Without warning he pushed her back until she hit the wall with a soft thud. Max lifted her chin and moaned. “I…” she paused looking up at the ceiling. “I love being your whore, master.”