Page 34 of Charity's Torment

I went to place a peck on his cheek, but as my lips came down, he turned his face up, and our lips collided. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him against me. He seized the nape of my neck and dragged me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle his solid thighs. His body was warm and hard against mine. Our mouths fed on each other like it was the last meal we hoped to have. My hunger grew wild and more intense, adding to the frustrations I’ve been developing.

My hands dug at his shoulders, and all the pent-up feelings I had of rejection rolled out the window. How was this happening right now? I had thirsted for Max for so long, and now, he is kissing me for the second time. After the jealousy drove me damn near crazy, I had to give up the possibility that I stood a chance with him. And, now, I’m getting what I’ve been craving for years.

I pulled at the bottom of his shirt, raising it just enough to let my fingers stroke his skin. Max did the same, running his hands underneath, caressing my sides and up my spine. His rough hands covered my back with his fierce touch and brought me in tight against his chest. I snagged the cold metal belt buckle and began unbuckling the latch. The clang of metal infiltrated the room, along with our heavy breathing and smacking of lips.

Reaching inside, I cupped him, and he groaned against me. His soft velvety flesh grew hard against my hand. I trailed my kisses over his jaw and down his rose tattoo. Rising off his lap, I tugged his trousers down his hips until his hard length jutted free. I ran the flat of my tongue over the swollen head, tasting his saltiness.

Max hissed as I wrapped my lips around him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard into the back of my throat. His hands slipped into my hair, and he gripped hard, using my mouth to get himself off. I fisted my hand around the base of his shaft and pumped him with a fervency I knew he needed. He groaned as I drew my teeth against his cock and lightly bit.

His hand wrapped tighter in my hair, and he moaned as my teeth added to the sensation. It was more than just tongue and wet warmth against him. He would feel my bite, my appetite for him, my eagerness to please him. I wanted to be on my knees before him, worshipping him with my mouth and body.

Max’s body shuddered as he neared. The head of his cock swelled in the back of my throat, telling me to be ready to drink him down, but I didn’t get the chance. Before I realized what was happening, my pants were tossed to the wayside, and the table cleared. All the papers we had slaved over were now in a dysfunctional mess across the floor, and I couldn’t care less. I laid across the table as if I was his dinner, and he was ravenous.

He sat in his chair and spread my thighs. My back arched into his touch, dying for more. His tongue lashed out against my slick folds, causing me to cry out. Oh, how quickly the tides had turned. One moment I was yearning for his attention, and now, I’m drowning in it and have no intentions of coming up for air.

My legs shook as I climbed to dangerous heights, then I shattered all around him. Max rose and wiped my juices from his mouth. He seized my hair once more, pulling me up to capture my lips. I wrapped my thighs tight around his hips and stared into his chocolate depths, where he held a deep, hidden desire I craved to explore.

With a slight nudge of his hips, Max plunged deep inside me, and I curved up to meet him thrust for thrust, screaming his name. I held on to him, never wanting to let go out of fear. My body tightened around him. I ran my nails down his shoulders as I tipped my head back and cried out my release. He slammed his mouth against mine, smothering my cries as he stiffened. He came with a rumble, deep inside my body.

Chapter 11

Ipulled my curled hair into a pony and brushed a little mascara on my lashes. I wasn’t trying to win a beauty contest. Hell, I wasn’t trying to impress him at all. But after the unexpected explosion with Max not thirty minutes ago, I couldn’t help but feel desirable. Besides, the last thing I wanted to do was go to the carnival on a “date” and look thoroughly fucked.

After I had finally caught my breath, I hurried out with his eyes dangerous with lust and his cock still hard as a rock. I surprised myself. I have never been so audacious with anyone other than these three men, and eventhatwas new. They drove me wild, and if I had to choose, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d never be whole without them.

I checked the rounds in my new revolver and tucked the curved Karambit into my belt buckle while giving myself a once-over. I beamed with my glowing complexion.

My car beeped as I started it, and “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson came over my speakers, putting an ominous feeling into the atmosphere. His dark words brought about feelings of trepidation that didn’t have me looking forward to this night for more than one reason. But who would when their mother is a control freak and clowns were involved? Plus, he was a man I wasn’t interested in, not in the slightest.

The carnival lights lit up the sky with huge, old-fashioned flashing bulbs, made to attract players into their traps. The boisterous sounds pierced my eardrum with annoyance. I scanned around looking for the bicycle my mother described to me while I was driving home, thinking of the incredible, mind-blowing sex I just had.

Max asked me not to go, to stand Christopher up. But even though I didn’t like him, I couldn’t do it. I had standards. Call it a good upbringing or whatever. It irked me not to show up somewhere, especially when I had someone waiting for me. Don’t ask me why.

Chris stood next to his blue street bike he had tethered to a pole on the far side of the entrance. I traipsed over to where he stood, taking in the cool October air. He pushed off against the chain-link fence when he saw me and tried giving me a hug that I brushed off.

“Sorry I’m late. I got… held up.”

He smiled. “No problem. You look terrific.”

He didn’t. He looked disheveled with his shaggy hair along with his wrinkled clothes, tan shorts, and flip-flops.

“Thanks.”

Could he not have tried? It wasn’t summer, for crying out loud.

“I have tickets already. We can just walk in. I thought we could go on a few rides.”

“Okey-dokey.”

My body lit with nerves, and my hair stood on end. I couldn’t confirm if the dread came from the possibility of seeing my childhood nemesis, the dreaded clown, or if it was because someone was watching me. The iconic carnival music caused people to speak louder in order for their family or mate to hear them, while children shouted on wild portable rides. He’s lost his marbles if he thought I was going on something so unpredictable. I have every sense of self-preservation.

“So, how have you been?”

“Fine,” I said, keeping it ambiguous. How long did I need to be here? Maybe I could make it a goal to have the shortest date in human history.

“Good. Good.”

“Let’s try this.” I pointed to a shooting game, knowing how his views were on violence. I’m going to show him just how absolutely opposite we are. By the time this “date” was over, he wouldn’t be calling me again.

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