Page 49 of Charity's Torment

I chuckled, swiped the remote off the nightstand, and turned it to his type of music. Italian rap shook through my small speakers, and I shrugged. “Is this better?”

“Much.”

His hands bit into my thighs as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist while squealing in his ear. My back slammed hard into the wall, rattling my dresser handles, and knocking the wind from my lungs.

“Too rough?”

I pulled a fist full of his hair and growled, “Shut up.”

I was tired of being treated like a fragile porcelain doll. I devoured his lips, resuming my feast. His tongue tasted of sugary sweet Cola, making me parched and needing more. Heat burned up my spine, and my belly flipped as if I were on a merry-go-round. Max kissed down my throat as I ground my hips against him. He growled against my pulse.

“Hmm. God.” I brought his mouth back to mine, warming at his touch.

He wrapped his arms tight around my waist then plopped me down on my bed. I leaned back, letting his lips follow me as my head hit the mattress. My pants vanished down my legs, followed by my panties. I moved back as he stalked towards me, crawling on his hands and knees. Max traced a finger over the healing scars on my side, then placed gentle kisses on the yellowing bruises.

He pressed his puckered lips against me like light pillows dusting my skin. His trail of kisses stopped at my bare mound. His teasing touch sent me on a rollercoaster of emotions, and I couldn’t wait to feel his tongue delve between my folds. Max granted my desperate wish and worshipped my body with his mouth and tongue. I bit my lip as my eyes rolled back, holding back the screams that would alert my neighbors.

I discarded my bra and pinched my nipples. The tight, pinching pain shot bolts of electricity straight to nerves Max was teasing. He worked my body with precision and forced my climax to new heights. My body jerked as he continued to lick the sensitive nerves. It became too much. I fist my hands in his hair and pull him up towards me. I slicked my tongue across his lips, my flavor still adorning them. Our mouths met again as I tore the buttons from his shirt.

Max finished removing his pants and found his place between my legs. I reached between us and stroked him. His thick length wept, and I rubbed his wet tip between my thighs, positioning him just right. He thrust forward, penetrating deep, causing me to cry out. I lay beneath him, stretched and full, but desperately needing more.

This didn’t feel like the first time—desperate and on a time crunch. This time, we had a hunger that needed feeding and the time to give it what it needed.

Max grunted and dug his fingers into my hips and thrust harder, using me for leverage. I flushed, and sweat broke out against my skin. My nails raked down his ink, digging them in to draw blood while arching my back to meet that sweet spot inside.

Our breaths and the slapping of skin occupied the room. The music drowned down to a whisper, and there was nothing but him and me at this moment.

My body coiled tight around him, holding him to me with nowhere to go—the electricity built in my gut.

Max slowed his feverish motions and rolled us around. “Ride me,Bella.”

I rolled my hips and moved feverishly against him, causing my thighs to burn with tension. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing gently then pinching my nipples. “Ah,” Max claimed my lips while I quivered against him. His fist clenched around my throat, and I grinned.

He was the “Goldilocks Zone.” Not too rough, not too soft.

His thumb flicked out against my nub, and I stumbled over the edge, shattering into a million pieces.

My movements faltered as my mind laid broken from rapture, forcing Max to take over. Gripping my hips, he slammed up hard to meet me, seeking his release. I worked with him, yearning to feel him tremble against me. Max’s body shuddered against me, his grip squeezing ruthlessly, and he bit into my breast as he came.

I collapsed against his chest, listening to the erratic thump of his heart. Our breathing slowed to a steady pace, and I laid completely relaxed, my thighs liquefied and useless.

Chapter 19

To say I was paranoid would be the understatement of the century. I was constantly on guard, watching every motion and corner.

Max pulled his car up to a house on the opposite side from Jose’s, and I got out, pulling up my neck gaiter. “Drive around. I’ll call you when it’s done.” After what happened with Karen, all three men decided on my behalf it would be best if Max stuck around just in case anything went afoul.

I had no say in the matter. And why would I? I keep finding the need to remind myself that I am owned. Worse than an employee that has a relationship with them. What Luca and I had was confusing in its own right. I was unsure if I could even call it a relationship, even though he showed concern about my well-being. But again… he’s just keeping track of his asset.

I pushed aside a broken piece of the fence line and wormed my way into the backyard. I crept over and looked inside a dirty, cracked window next to the door. Three strung-out junkies laid on the floor, with one blocking the door. I’d have to find a different point of entry.

On the side of the house, dead vines wrapped around a wooden trellis bolted to the siding. I looked up, giving it a firm shake, and noted its sturdiness. This would have to do. Besides, it gave me access to the room I met him in before. I climbed up one shaking leg at a time until I placed my feet firmly on the shingles.

I took a step, and my foot skidded across the slick, dilapidated roof. My heart hit hard against the confines of my chest, and I bit back a scream. I sat still for a moment and waited for my heart to stop skipping its chaotic beats.

There was a loud, angry argument between a man and a woman that penetrated outside through the derelict home. Their words were unrecognizable. Her pissed-off screams filtered through, and I peeked in the window.

Morgan pushed Jose, making him tumble over the coffee table and crash through the TV. She shrieked her frustrations, not caring about his well-being, then stomped out of the room. Another door slammed from somewhere downstairs. Jose stayed down—most likely dazed from the landing—and struggled to catch his breath. I checked the status of the window. It opened.

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