Page 81 of Charity's Redemption

“You’re bored out of your mind and cramping my game. Besides, you can look after her and make sure she’s getting her shit handled instead of standing here watching us like a pervert.”

“Hey. Perverts imagine what's under those clothes.” I put my finger on my chest. “I already know.”

Luca scrubbed his hand down his face, his hand on his hip. “Take her, would you?”

Max grabbed hold of my arm with a gentle touch, urging me to comply as I leaned into his warmth for both comfort and heat.

The weather had become progressively colder, making me wonder how they could golf in t-shirts.

“You should have better priorities,bella,” he said as we walked towards my car. I turned my gaze back to Luca as we watched us walk away, his hands on his hips.

I spun around to face him, yanking my arm out of his grasp as I approached my car. “Making sure nothing happens to the people I love is at the top of my priority list, and I’d say there is no better list.”

“I just want to eat you up when you’re mad.” He pushed me against my car, which I’d parked on the side of the road, with a heat in his eyes that was indisputable.

“Don’t change the subject. You’re the one that brought it up.”

Max pressed into me, his hard length jutting against my stomach. “I’m ravenous when I’m around you.” He slid his hand to the nape of my neck and pulled my lips up to his, then ravaged me like a man who didn’t have me for breakfast.

His tongue flicked and massaged as he pressed his hips against mine. My shoulders sagged in defeat once again as I raised my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. His warm hand slid down my waist and squeezed my hip, then down further and gripped my thigh, pulling it around his waist.

He ground against the apex of my thighs, which pulled a moan from deep within.

Pain sliced against my mouth as he bit into my lip, flooding my mouth with the sharpness of blood. I groaned again as his grinding built the tension I needed to help me explode.

Max pulled his lips from mine and kissed along my cheek, nipped at my earlobe, then bit down on my neck and sucked.

I dug my nails into his back, making him arch, but he didn’t let go. He held on like a lion mating, his queen sucking on my neck and grinding against me until my staccatoed breaths showed my nearness to falling over the edge.

He pulled back, sucking the heat away with him like a vacuum in space. My orgasmic fall tumbled backwards away from bliss, and towards aggravation as he revealed in his handy work.

I shoved his chest, needing a release, whether with sex or violence. I was okay with either.

He laughed as I punched him in the left pectoral.

“Ow.” Max rubbed his chest where I hoped a bruise of my knuckles would form, reminding him not to fuck with me today.

“What was that for?”

Why try turning me into putty in his hands if he was just going to burn me and ruin the moment? I shoved him again as he continued to laugh and not answer my question.

He wrapped his hands around my wrists as I went in for another shove. “You can’t always get what you want, can you?” His laughter died out, but his grin remained. “There is nothing better than driving you wild with something you can’t have, then sitting back and watching you squirm and beg.” He pressed me back against the car, my wrists in his hands, then leaned into my ear. “It’s the greatest aphrodisiac.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’m going to hurt you in your sleep. Then we’ll see how turned on it makes you to piss off a sadist.”

He chuckled as he backed off, releasing me, his heat gone once again.

“Let’s get you ready to take that anger out on someone else.” He held out his hands, asking for something.

“What do you want from me now?”

“Your keys,bella.”

I huffed. “You’re not driving my car. Not after you did that.”

“It wasn’t a request.”

“Don’t care.”

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