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)
Max swallows and steps out beside me. “Why?”
“Prove it to me. Show me you’re not lying. Show me … what it looks like,” Heath says, licking his lips.
Max tentatively nods at me while all I can do is glare at the gun on the couch.
“Relax, I won’t shoot …” Heath says, tilting his head. “But I can’t promise the guys out there won’t if they find out you were about to steal from them.”
Of course, another veiled threat. What else did I expect?
I sigh and look at Max, searching for answers, but he’s as much bound to them as I am. They use him like they use me. And I don’t want to see him hurt either.
Max grips my face and makes me look at him. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
His lips slowly collide with mine, pulling me away from the dangerous eyes watching me from the couch. His lips push mine apart as his tongue laps me up, licking and suckling at my lips to pry out my tongue, so I join him in this dance of sexual tension. And the more he kisses me, the harder it is to resist.
“Kiss me,” he whispers into my lips. “And I’ll make you forget about him just like I have.”
Just like I have? What does he mean?
Still, I kiss him back just as eagerly, roaming around his mouth with my tongue like my life depends on it. His moans suffocate whatever resistance I had left as his hands slip down my chest, fingers grazing past my nipples until they’re taut and desperate for him to touch.
I moan into his mouth, and he hardens against me once more, his kisses becoming more brazen while he grips my breast and squeezes.
His lips disappear down my neckline, and I tug at his waistband to lower his pants.
“Yes, that’s it,” Heath groans. “Make him want you. Desperately. To the point he can’t stand the thought of not being inside you right. Fucking. Now.”
I pull out Max’s hard-on and jerk him off because I must. Because I’m forced. Because … I want to.
I shudder against him, my lips trembling as I pause.
“Don’t think. Just fuck me,” Max whispers. “Wherever you want, however you want, I’m yours.”
I kiss him so hard I nearly forget Heath is even here. Suddenly, Max lifts me in his arms, cradling my ass, tearing down my dress again until nothing’s left to the imagination. And when he lowers me onto his shaft, I mewl with delight.
My legs curl around his body, and my feet hook together as he begins to move me up and down while holding me by my waist. His kisses are so soft and gentle, almost like a caress, and they twist me into knots that are impossible to unfurl.
He feels so good inside me as he whimpers with each thrust, almost like he can’t believe I’m in his arms and that he’s allowed to take me like this. And something about that makes me so fucking feral that I grab his hair, tilt his head back, and force my lips onto his like a crazed animal.
Suddenly, two hands slide up my back and around my waist as a set of lips land near the base of my neck, dragging a line up toward my ear. “That’s it, little thief … let yourself go.”
Heath’s tongue drags along my skin, coaxing out more moans while Max buries himself inside me deep.
“You take him so well,” Heath whispers, placing delectable kisses underneath my ear. “It almost makes me … jealous.”
Jealous? After everything he already took from me? What more could he want?
“Kiss him hard,” he whispers, his hands slowly sliding up to my breasts, squeezing them. “Let me see your undoing.”
The moment Max’s mouth lands on mine, I bite his lip in shock …
As another hard-on enters me.
CHAPTER 34
Max
Her dark eyes fill with stars the second he penetrates her, and my God, I nearly lose myself in them. His dick rubs up against mine as he slowly forces his way inside. She bites my lip again, the sting of the pain making blood rush from my crotch to my mouth and back again. I tear away and look at her just as much in shock that Heath would do this.
“Kiss me.”
She’s actually begging … me?
I swallow away the lump in my throat and slam my lips onto hers, fervently kissing her until her breath falters, swallowing down all of her moans.
“You’re begging for kisses even with two cocks inside you?” Heath murmurs, planting his lips onto her shoulders. “That desperate for more…”
“Fuck,” Ivy groans, nails digging into my back.
I know she wants to curse him, but it wouldn’t help her case, nor mine. So I fuck her like our lives quite literally depend on it, holding her up by sheer will.