Max pushed me onto my back and I lay on the sofa as his body straddled mine. He quickly slipped my bikini top off and untied the string bottom before ripping it away from my body and tossing it the floor. My legs opened automatically as he slid two fingers inside of me and teased my G-spot.
"How can such a beautiful angel be such a wanton slut when I get you like this? You're a greedy little bitch, aren't you?" he whispered in my ear as his fingers worked in and out of me with hard, steady precision.
"Such sweet nothings you whisper into my ear, lover." I lightly bit the ear closest to my mouth.
"Only because you fuck me better than any woman I've ever known."
"Not as good as Raz though? Damn, I'm slippin'." I pouted and knew it wasn't a good look for me.
"Raz has never fucked me in his life but you do all the time. You and your twisted mind fuckery . . . you make me yours and I don't even know how I got in this position in the first place."
I smiled. "It's called practice. When you have nothing but your body and your brain, you quickly realize which one is a better manipulator. What happens when all of this is less than perfect?" I motioned toward my form underneath his. "My brain will always be able to save me long after I'm no longer young or beautiful."
"You'll always be gorgeous to me, Mags. Long after the shine has worn off. I fell in love with your mind and soul long before I even knew you had a heart in this body of yours. That's what I mean when I say that you have me and you always will."
His words should have brought me peace but I was in full on panic mode. What was this crap about love? What did he mean he fell in love with me? That wasn't supposed to happen. We were a team, we respected each other but love was for awe-struck, naïve women who'd never have true horror visited upon them night after night. It didn't belong to the downtrodden that watched their parents murdered in front of them. I could possibly comprehend the enormity of his words but the bite of certainty and truth almost made me physically nauseous.
Not because I didn't feel the same for him.
I did.
Max was handing me a piece of him that should have never been trusted with a broken, twisted soul like me. All I could offer him was a stitched together heart made of cheap silver metal instead of radiant platinum, and emotions as jagged as glass. No man deserved that. Not someone as fragile and perfectly dangerous as him.
He offered me his heart, clear as white diamonds and cut like the shape of a perfectly polished specimen. It would pierce right through me and leave my battered body beyond repair, my twisted soul in tatters and my emotional frame of mind as shattered as it ever was and I would never be the same again.
Fuck him for falling in love with me, and fuck me for fooling him into thinking I was someone special enough for him to ever give a damn about. If he'd been smart, he would have left me on the side of the road by that horrible diner and never looked back. There was nothing about me worth keeping and I wished to God I could convince him of that.
Just not at this moment.
It would have to come later. My mind reeled from our sexual dance and all I wanted was him, his cock, and his hard body pressed against mine.
"Where'd you go?" he whispered before his mouth pressed against mine and I swallowed the words that would do nothing to enhance the moment.
I was with him again and when he spread my legs further, I pushed down his board shorts before he entered my depths with a red hot and insistent passion.
My fingers grazed against his back as he rammed me hard and deep, his Prince Albert whispering inside of me as he continued to take me to new heights.
I threw my head back and he steadied himself on top of my body while his hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed. The feeling of not being able to breathe, his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my pussy was too much to resist. I added fingernails and left a trail of blood and pain against his back as he loosened his grip and allowed me to breathe.
Everything came out in quick, short bursts, the feeling of him slamming inside of me, opening me to him and his body that demanded satisfaction from mine.
I gave it to him too; my kegel muscles squeezed around his hardness and my hips met his thrusts with perfect timing.
"Tell me you want me to come inside you," he demanded.
"I want you to come inside me," I whispered.
"You want my jizz coating your walls and running out of your hungry pussy? You want my mouth to fuck it out of you?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Then tell me what I want to hear, Mags."
My eyes met his own in defiance and although I didn't want to say the words, if he came and then satisfied me, surely the power exchange was worth it?
"I love you, Max."
Those four words. So small yet so big and they changed every-fucking-thing I never wanted to be any different than what they were now.
He grunted and I felt his release inside me as he rammed me hard several more times and stilled in satisfaction.
I could deal with a lot and that's why what we had together didn't bother me the least bit. He practiced selfish sex where I rarely got off but that was never the point. My reward always came after his and I was fine with that. Max didn't just make me come, he took me to orgasmic heights I'd never had with any other man.
During the act of intercourse, he had nothing to give because he'd never been given anything himself when his own innocence had been stripped from him. This couldn't be fixed with a few self-help sessions-it was truly the only way he knew how to have sex.
Afterward, when he kissed his way down my body and spread my legs, his mouth doing things his cock could never do, I surrendered to the sensation. His tongue fucking me in the same spot his dick had been moments before. The way he pulled on my clit piercing and licked me hard yet soft; rough and then gentle before bringing me to an earth-shattering climax. I lost all sense of reason and room for belonging anywhere except with this man.
It was beautiful and I loved every minute of it, including his kisses afterwards and the way we spooned on the sofa.
Max wrapped a leg around my waist to keep me in place and held me as close as possible, his face buried in my hair.
"It was never supposed to be like this, was it?"
Both sated and our sex highs only a lingering after thought, I replied, "What do you mean?"
"Was I always supposed to crave you like the air I breathe? Why couldn't you just be a great lay and nothing else, Mags?"
"Who ever said that had to change? I certainly didn't."
Max sighed and said something in a foreign language I couldn't understand before he spoke English. "I hate oral sex. I never practice it because it's disgusting. I don't want to put my mouth anywhere near where my cock has been. But with you, it's compulsory. I need to taste you and to taste me intermingled with you. It turns me on so much I want to fuck you again but then I'm too tired. You drain me of energy and the very essence that makes me a man."
I turned toward him though we couldn't see each other fully. "You hate eating me out?"
"No, I love eating you out but I've never done it with another woman before because I couldn't bear the thought. No way would I have ever done that to anyone who isn't you. Do you get it now?"
"Why me?" I whispered. "What's so different about me? Do I taste like vanilla and honey?"
He chuckled and I felt the rumble in his chest against my back. "No, you don't. You smell like the deadliest sin and taste sweeter than the ninth circle of Hell but I can't say no to you."
"Pride and treachery." I laughed. "Shit, I'm impressed."
"Pride goeth before destruction . . . The integrity of the upright guides them, but the crookedness of the treacherous destroys them."
"I prefer ‘the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men,' but hey, that's just me."
Max sat up and looked down at me with clear blue-green eyes. "I didn't realize you were a Pulp Fiction buff."
I smiled before I bit my lower lip playfully. "You never asked."
"So, we can have a Pulp Fiction night?"
"You bet your ass but if you forget Jackie Brown, Goodfellas or Natural Born Killers then I just might have to kick your ass," I snapped.
"Personally, I'm more of a Reservoir Dogs, Casino and True Romance type of guy."
I leaned up and kissed his lips. "That's not an all nighter, that's an all day, watch-awesome-movies-in-between-fucking-our-brains-out type of day."
He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth before he let go. "And what do we do after that?"
"Well, I figure once all this shit blows over, we'll have plenty of time to catch up with all sorts of stuff. Mainly, we can watch our favorite shows too. I'm a Sex & the City, Sons of Anarchy and Vampire Diaries type of girl. If you make fun of my third choice, I will kill you."