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“You forgot to take those off,” she teased, pressing her hand against my bulge. I groaned, trying to hold back as Max wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on her toes. “Stop thinking about May-Martha. She’s not here, but I am.” She pulled her body up, locking her legs around my waist. “I’m always here.” Her lips met mine, clouding my thoughts as I instinctively began to touch her, the blood from her flesh sticking to my fur. She was my weakness and she fucking knew it. I was losing her game.

“Max,” I breathed between her kisses, her tongue dancing with mine. “Just tell me. Did you hurt her?” She pressed her teeth against my lower lip, pulling it as my claws dug into her skin, making me moan. The fucking tease.

“No, I didn’t hurt your precious May,” she growled as blood began to seep from beneath her teeth. “I only gave her a little kiss.” Max released my lip, running her tongue along the roof of my mouth as I quivered, struggling to keep my composure from crumbling, holding her in my arms as her body ground against mine. “Now, stop talking about her and focus on me.” I could hear her climax growing closer as she breathed her words, my own building as she touched me.

Her hands unlatched my belt, freeing me from my pants, and all thoughts of May quickly evaporated, leaving all my attention on her as I slid my cock up her tight cunt. In that moment, she became my sole purpose. The only thing I could focus on or think about was fucking her, listening to the sounds she made, feeling her contract around me as I quickened my speed. She was batshit crazy, but she was mine. All mine. And in this moment, all I wanted to be was hers.

“Fuck,” I moaned as her back slammed into the railing, one hand holding her body as the other gripped the rusty metal for support. “You’re a fucking drug, Max. A toxic and wicked habit.” I licked the blood from her breasts, moaning against her nipples as my tongue played with them. “So fucking bad.”

“Admit it,” she rasped, clawing my back and thrusting her pelvis against me. “I may be bad, but I feel good.”

“So good,” I breathed.

“Tell me you want me. That youneedme.” Her back arched, and she sounded like she was about to come, my cock slipping deeper into her. Fuck yes.

“I want you, Max,” I whimpered. “No, Ifucking needyou. All of you!” I roared, releasing inside her. My chest ached, my orgasm nearly breaking me as I crumbled into her, losing the game way too easily, struggling to catch my breath, my eyes focused on her body. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve her.

Max’s hand tilted my chin, her eyes burning into mine as she forced me to look at her. She grabbed the railing, lifting her body from my cock as I groaned and flexed, dropping from inside her.

No.

“Fuck.” I nearly caved over, grabbing her legs. She reached over with her free arm, grabbing a handful of my hair and roughly directing my head.

“Get on your knees and show me just how much you need me.” Her grin grew as she pushed my head down and I fell to my knees, lifting her legs, resting them on my shoulders, my face now firmly placed between her juicy thighs. Her foot kicked behind my neck, pushing me closer as the water sloshed around us, hitting her lower abdomen.

“You’re fucking insane, Max.” My eyes stared up into hers as my arms dipped into the water, wrapping around the outside of her legs.

“You know you like it.” My head slowly sank beneath the water as she pushed me toward her pussy.

God, yes. I really fucking do.

Chapter 7

May-Martha

My fingers grazedthe faded red heart, feeling the raised skin of the tattoo we shared as I stared at myself in the vanity mirror. We had gotten these so long ago, when we were just teens, hiding our relationship from everyone else. I’d hoped that, despite the way things ended, he would know my heart had never changed—never wavered. But I guess he didn’t, and after everything that happened, he had every right to feel that way. Even now, I felt the same as I did that day. I may work in the brothel and fuck these men for money, but my heart was and would always be his.

The fur-lined robe lay around my elbows as I examined the nick along my neck closely, the wound still sensitive to the touch.

“Fucking psycho,” I hissed. Cindy was right: Max was insane, absolutely fucking insane. I needed to be careful. She slaughtered Cindy and was coming for me next. They both were.

I dipped my fingers into a small jar, applying a thin, pasty balm to the wound. It burned, causing me to wince as the balm seeped into the cut. I deserved this pain for what I did to him.

“May?” A heavy knock tapped at my door, causing me to jump.

Gus.

I quickly shoved the jar into the vanity, frantically applying powder to my neck to hide the wound as much as possible. The last thing I needed right now was Gus seeing it and accusing me of something. He was overly protective in the worst possible way. I might deserve pain from the Grouch, but I didn’t deserve it from Gus, even though he liked to give it to me as often as possible.

“May!” The sounds of his fists banging against the locked door frightened me as I readied myself, glancing into the mirror one last time to ensure perfection before unlocking it.

“Sorry, Gus,” I forced a smile. “Here for your usual?” His usual being me drugging him unknowingly before he could finish. I hoped by jumping to the point, he'd focus on sex and nothing else, particularly the cut on my neck. I didn’t feel like dealing with him tonight—or any night, really. He’d always get a few thrusts in before passing out, allowing me to clean whatever mess he’d make off my body and pocket the rest of my time as he snored in the bed, dreaming our exchange was more than it was.

“May,” he groaned, shoving past me as he shut the door. His eyes fell to my chest, glaring at my tattoo, filling with disgust. “I thought I told you I didn’t like seeing that? Cover that shit up. Now.” I quickly raised the robe, wrapping it around myself.

“What can I do for you?”

“You can marry me.” His words pierced my heart as my body stiffened with shock.

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