Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
His eyes fill with a kind of hope that makes my heart flutter, and a gentle smile appears on his face but then swiftly disappears. “You should. I’m not good for you. I know that. You don’t know what I’ve do—”
I plant a finger on his lips, narrowing my eyes. “You didn’t rat me out to them.”
He lowers his eyes. “I couldn’t.”
He protected me.
“But they’ll hurt you if they find out,” I say, “won’t they?”
He nods, biting his lip, and for some reason, it’s so alluring that I lean in to press a kiss to his lips. Just one.
Just one tiny kiss is enough for me to see him unravel right before my eyes.
Suddenly, he grips my face with both hands and smashes his lips onto mine, kissing me so intensely I forget how to breathe.
I shouldn’t be doing this with a friend of the boys who’ve blackmailed me.
I definitely shouldn’t, but I can’t stop.
I’ve never been kissed this passionately before—like he’s pouring out all of his love into this one kiss as if he’ll never get another shot.
Suddenly, he pulls away and steps back. “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I—”
I place another finger on his lips. “Don’t.”
“I’m bad for you. I’m a Skull and Serpent Society member. I’m in your house uninvited. I stalk you. You have a kid. I’m endangering both of you by being here. I should—”
I plant both hands on his chest and shove him backward more and more until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he falls.
I settle down on top of him and lean in, whispering into his ear, “Do you want me?”
“Oh God … yes.” It nearly comes out in a moan.
I press my boobs against his chest, and he gulps as I grab his hands and put them over my shoulders while I press silky soft kisses all over his neck. “Then touch me.”
His hand lowers down my body, across my breasts, squeezing, moaning when I leave a hickey. “Do you think they’d wonder where you got it?”
“Heath will be mad, for sure,” he replies.
I grin. “Good.”
And I push his hand farther down until he reaches my panties. “You know how I like it. You’ve seen me do it.” I lean back up. “Now touch me.”
He rubs me right through the fabric of my underwear, his gaze on me at all times as though he’s enamored with the way I look when I’m enjoying myself, and something about that just feels so goddamn good, I can’t help but gyrate on top of him.
As he circles my most sensitive spot, his bulge begins to grow underneath me, so I push down as I roll my hips around to egg him on. I lean back on his knees as he increases his pace, and I whisper, “Yes, just like that.”
“Oh fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he says.
I smirk. “What do we do in your dreams? How do you take me?”
“In my dreams, you take me.”
CHAPTER 21
Ivy
Max grabs my hand and brings it to his neck until my fingers are around his veins.
“Use me.”
My nails dig into his skin. I tighten my grip, and he whimpers, his length throbbing beneath me.
“Yes. Please. More. Give me more.”
I grip his hand and force my own panties aside with his fingers until he gets the message, and when he’s finally flicking my clit, I nearly die and go to heaven right there and then. God, he really knows how to pleasure me, how to make me want more without ever saying even a single word. He’s just that eager to please.
I cut off his oxygen supply slow and steadily, just like Silas and Heath did to me, while his eyes are solely fixated on me. He continues to rub me vigorously as if spurred on by my need to punish him for what his friends did.
I’m using him like they used me, and he’s begging me to do it.
This … this is what power feels like.
Exhilarating.
Max
I have never wanted a woman more than I want her.
I know it’s insane since I barely know her … but I know that I want her. Badly. Wildly. In any way shape or form, she’d be enough for me, as long as I could have her.
Even if it means sacrificing my own goddamn breath.
I can feel her rage pour out from her fingertips straight into the veins in my neck as she squeezes tightly. But I don’t care. I can’t breathe, can’t even think about anything other than pleasing her. It’s the only thing that matters to me right now.
She didn’t tell me to leave, and I physically can’t will myself to get up and walk away. Not from her.
Even though I should because I’m not what she thinks I am. If she only knew what I agreed to, she’d never forgive me. Maybe that’s why I want her to make me suffer.