Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Max
When her lips collide with mine, I’m in heaven.
There literally isn’t a better place than this.
Just that one kiss and I know for sure…
I’m in love.
A kind of crushing love that threatens to tear open my soul because she isn’t the only one I love, but I still let it happen. I still fell so hard, and I don’t wanna stop.
I return each kiss she gives me with a more desperate one, latching onto her lips like I won’t ever get another chance. I need to taste her, need to feel her, need to have her close to me, no matter the cost.
I know I messed up, and I know Ivy will hate me for it … and most definitely Heath.
I’m a stalker, a voyeur, a liar.
And she … she is an angel … and a thief.
When she leans back, she looks into my eyes, searching for answers I can’t give her. I don’t know why she kissed me. All I know is that I want more.
“Please,” I whisper. “More. I need more.”
Her lips linger near mine, coyly teasing me, tempting me to lean into the blade like she wants to test me and see if I’d go the distance. But I’m not afraid of the pain she could cause.
The blade etches into my skin as I close the gap, a warm trail of blood slithering down my skin as I kiss her once again, too desperate for more to care about my own safety.
The knife drops from her hand and clatters onto the floor as she grips my face and kisses me hard. I whimper into her mouth, growing hard from her mere presence. But then she actually sits down on my lap, and I feel like I’m about to die from happiness.
“How much more do you need?” she asks, a foxy smile appearing on her face as she grabs my hands and brings them to her ass. My pants are tenting from feeling her rub up against me. “Do you want this?”
“God yes, I want you,” I murmur, stealing more kisses whenever I can.
“Haven’t you already had your fix when you snuck into my home?” she asks, gently biting my lip. “When I was so out of it, you could just take from me what you wanted while I was still half naked from what your friends did?”
She begins to gyrate on top of me, teasing me so much I actually moan.
“No. I wanted to. I thought about it, but I stopped myself,” I say.
“Why?” Her hand dives down between my legs, rubbing my package, and fuck me, I could come right then and there. “Your friends take what they want from me just for stealing from them. Why don’t you?”
“I told you I’m not like them,” I say. “Rob me until I’m as poor as dirt, I don’t care. As long as you leave my heart intact …”
Her eyes flicker with interest.
“If you stole my heart, I’d have nothing left to give to you.” I suck in a breath when she squeezes my dick. “I couldn’t bear it.”
A filthy smirk forms on her face. “A stalker with a heart? That’s new.”
“I just love watching you sleep …” She zips me down and pulls out my hard-on, making me moan from arousal when she looks down at my ample size. “I love …”
“Go on …” she whispers into my ear while slowly jerking me off.
“Fuck, I love your hands. I love your lips. I love your tits, your hips, your ass. I love your back talk. I love how you hold nothing back, how you fight back. I love everything about you.”
“Hmm …” Her tongue dips out to lick the side of my neck, and my cock bounces up and down from the lust coursing through my veins.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, my head tilting back.
“Hands behind your back,” she whispers into my ear.
When I do, she slips my belt off my pants and loops it around my wrists and the chair, sealing me in.
Suddenly, she gets off me, leaving me high and dry, and I’m almost tempted to get up with the whole chair attached to my body, but she points and says, “Stay.”
That’s all I need, like a goddamn fucker on a leash.
“You want to watch?” She raises a brow as she sits down on the table opposite of me. “Then watch.”
She raises her skirt and parts her legs, revealing her panties, which she swiftly slides aside. My mouth begins to water at the sight of that delectable pussy, wet and glistening with need.
Good God, the amount of begging I would do to get a taste of that.
She starts rubbing herself right in front of me while keeping her gaze fixated on me, almost as if to tell me something. As if she wants me to know she holds all the power. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true.
“You want this?” she asks.
I nod, mouth wide open, tongue running along my lips. “Fuck yes, I want it so badly.”
She circles her most sensitive spot, spreading her juices all over, and my hard-on bounces in response. “Beg.”
“Please …” I murmur.
“More.”
The more she circles her slit, the more I feel like a starved man. “Please, I need it.”
“Need what?”
“You. I need you.” I whimper while my dick still bounces up and down from what she’s doing to herself. “Please. Let me have you.”
Her downturned lips curl upward into a smile as she continues playing with herself, her fingers rolling around her clit until it’s swollen.
My saliva practically rolls off my tongue, and when she actually sticks a finger inside, I’m lost.
“I can’t take this. Please.”
Still, I don’t move.
“Show me how badly you want this then. Come for me without touching yourself.”
I’m so close. If she’d touch me just once, I’d explode all over her.
She dips in and out, spreading wetness all over before rubbing her most sensitive spot once again, her breathing growing more rapid with every passing second. My tip oozes pre-cum, and I can feel my desperation to release building inside me.
“Please, I wanna come,” I mewl, my hard-on bobbing up and down. “Please. Touch me.”
“No,” she groans, still circling around her most sensitive spot while forcing me to watch. “You wanted to watch? Then watch me come.”
Her fingers go faster and faster until finally, a soft moan escapes her lips, and I can literally see her drip all over the table. The view sends me over the edge, and I moan loudly as cum bursts out, spurting all over the floor and my pants. But it’s still not nearly enough to satiate my desire for her.
“Fuck,” I groan with frustration from the half-finished orgasm.
She smiles wickedly and gets off the table, pulling down her skirt again. “Now you know what it feels like.”
I’m out of breath. “What do you mean?”
She pulls up her top and lowers her skirt from the waistline, showing the scar Silas left in her skin beneath her belly button, close to her mound.
Thief.
She tips up my chin. “To be used.”
And she picks up the knife and walks toward the door, but as she clutches the handle, she adds, “Don’t ever tell those fuckers where we live or about Cora. Got it?”
I shake my head. “I won’t, I swear.”
“Good.”
The door closes, and I’m left with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction … as well as a great hunger. She used me to gain back the power she lost to Silas and Heath, and I’m not even mad. This is the first time in my entire life I’ve ever been able to come without anyone even touching me. I sink back into the chair.
She left me here. Panting. Desperate for more.
Wow. What a woman.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and my eyes widen when it isn’t her who’s looking at my dick.
It’s Heath, and he looks shocked. “What the—”
My cheeks flush with heat.
“Shit.” I try to free myself while awkwardly bumping up and down in the chair with my ass.
“Wow …” Heath shakes his head, judging me. “She did this, didn’t she?”
I nod, my flaccid shaft still twitching every time he glances at it.
He approaches me. “Where is she?”
“Gone,” I reply, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes. “Can you help me out, please?”
He lowers himself to my level, placing both hands on the back of my chair as he narrows his eyes. “First, you’re going to tell me what happened.”
“We had a little … chat.”
He snorts. “That’s one hell of a chat, Max.”
He sniffs the air and inches close, too close, making me lean back into the seat. Fuck. I can barely take it when he gets this up close and personal, let alone after I just had an encounter with Ivy. I’m still a mess, and his presence only complicates that further.
“You let that girl walk all over you … for some pussy?” he asks.
“I couldn’t help myself. She’s—”
His fingers curl around my throat. “You went behind my back. Are you into her? Is that it?”
He squeezes off my oxygen, but all it does is bring my dick back to life. And I know he sees. Just one small half of a second, but I know he glanced.
“Why?”
“I’m trying to win her trust,” I reply.
I know it’s a lie. I’m lying to both of them, and it’s eating me alive. But I’m already in so deep now … I can’t come back from this.
Heath releases me from his grip and steps back, looking me up and down like he’s judging the state I’m in. He sucks in the oxygen through his nostrils and then smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “That’s my boy.”
Then he undoes the belt around my wrists, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He tilts his head. “Now, go clean yourself up.”