Page 61 of Charity's Redemption

“And what are you mad at me for?”

Was he serious?

“You told me you’d handle it. You shoved me in a car and sent me off to avoid him when I should’ve stayed and diffused the situation. Instead, it got worse, aggravating Luca, and therefore putting me in his crosshairs once again.”

Max twirled a piece of my hair around his finger as his smile slipped from his perfect lips. He swallowed hard and dipped his brown eyes down to his hand, avoiding eye contact.

“I was working on it, but you know how he is.”

“I do, which is why you shouldn’t have shoved me out the door like that.”

He nodded, avoiding my gaze.

“Max, what’s going on with you?” I grabbed his hand, twirling my hair, and kissed his knuckles. “You’re not yourself, and it worries me.”

I flatted his palm against my cheek and leaned into his warm touch. His thumb gently touched my cut lip, then pressed down, causing me to hiss.

Max’s eyes fixated on my mouth. “I got to taste you like no one else.”

I rolled onto my back as the pain lashed out on my lips. “I know there’s something going on with you, and it has nothing to do with what transpired today.”

That familiar copper tang hit my tongue before Max pressed his lips on mine, then sucked in my split lip between his lips and sucked. We moaned in sync as he threw the covers off my body and pressed himself between my legs.

“You won’t distract me with sex, Max. We are going to—”

He bit down on my nipple through my shirt, subduing my next words as his hands slipped under my panties and tugged. Snapping threads and his rough touch had me melting under him as he moved to my next nipple and bit down again. I pushed my hips against his warmth, grinding against him.

Max moved down my body, his hand pulling my knee up before he laid kisses on the inside of my thigh. Butterflies exploded in my belly as my core pulsed with need.

“I want you to cry for me too, Charity.”

He bit down on my thigh, causing my clit to throb and fiery heat to break out across my skin.

“Fuck, Max.” I bucked my hips against him, needing more of his touch between my soaked thighs.

His mouth came down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, forcing a cry from my battered lips. He wrapped his arms beneath my thighs and gripped my bruised hip, holding my body to the bed and my wet flesh to his mouth. My nails dug into his tattooed hands at my waist as he feasted on me with abandon. His tongue swirled around, flicking and sucking.

“Yes, Max. Just like that.”

I gripped the pillow with one hand and held on to him with the other as he built my body up when a moving shadow caught my eye in the doorway.

Luca leaned against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest, watching with lust-filled eyes.

I tipped my head back as Max bit down on my clit. “Fuck. God. Don’t stop.”

Blazing tingles spanned out across my frame, stimulating every neuron until a sheen of sweat glossed my skin. He slid his tongue down to my opening and plunged inside, making my thighs quiver as he brought me up to hover just at the apogee while I kept my eyes locked on Luca.

He didn’t touch himself—he didn’t speak. He just watched, taking our relationship to a whole new playing field, and turned it into a game... a game I’d win every time.

“Keep your eyes on me when you come, baby,” Luca said, his body unmoving.

Max slid back up and flicked my clit once, twice, then a third time, sending my body on a cataclysmic ride of divine rapture.

“Max. Goddammit.” My eyes squeezed tight as I rode the torrential downpour of ecstasy while bucking my hips against his mouth.

When I opened my eyes again, the stars faded from my vision. My muscles turned into a puddle of uselessness, and Luca… Luca remained still, his jaw set. “Come downstairs. Let’s talk.” He turned around and walked away, dissolving the peace that had enveloped us.

Max lapped with the flat of his tongue, making my body jerk like he probed me with electricity. I laughed as a knee-jerk response. “Stop, stop. It’s too much.”

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