Page 189 of Blood & Betrayals

I cross my arms. “No.”

Max narrows his eyes and scoops up my legs, practically forcing me to lie down on my front. He moves around the table to stand at my head and massages my shoulders. In reality, there is nothing relaxing or pleasant about the way his fingers press into my muscles. He moves his touch along my shoulder, pressing in deeper. Suddenly, one of the knots shifts and then releases. I can’t help my yelp, but my body starts to relax. I moan at the feeling of him working my sore muscles.

Max continues working the muscles along my neck and back. I can’t tell if his touch is softer or if he’s just worked my muscles so well that they no longer hurt. I moan again, my eyes closing as I allow myself to relax into the feeling.

“You’re lucky I know what her actual moans sound like, Romulus, or this would be a very different moment.”

I open my eyes, and Max’s hands go still on my shoulders, but he doesn’t remove them. He rolls his eyes. “If it isn’t the Golden Boy.”

I turn my head to look at Connor and sit up, intending to slide off the table. “Hi, big guy.”

Max stops me and digs his thumb into my muscles. “She needs to ice after workouts.”

I moan as he rolls the knot along my shoulder.

Connor narrows his eyes. “Cool. You can take your hands off her now.”

Max rolls his eyes but lifts his hands and steps back.

I watch Connor warily. His stance is confrontational, and there is nothing gentle or passive about this man. I hop off the table and walk toward Connor. He doesn’t take his eyes off Max, still sizing him up. I slide my hand into his and tug him towardthe door. Once we are outside, I pull him around the side of the building. When we’re out of sight of the path, I curl my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull him close.

Connor slides his hand over my shoulder and gently massages it, his touch abundantly more tender than Max’s.

“You feeling jealous, big guy?”

“Someone else had their hands on you.” He meets my gaze, his eyes flashing with possessiveness.

I moan, tightening my fingers and bunching his pants before I open the button and shove down the zipper. I slip my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his cock, squeezing his hardening length.

“I need you. Now.”

Connor groans and wastes no time in shoving my pants down. I toe my shoes off and free my legs, kicking away both the leggings and my panties. Connor picks me up and presses my back to the wall. I wrap my thighs around his waist as he works at freeing his cock, his knuckles brushing against my slick center and dragging a moan from me.

He thrusts inside of me, and I cry out, feeling the edge of his possessiveness in the way he fucks me. There is a desperation that has never been present, and I fucking love it. I crave it, and I need more of it.

Connor groans and thrusts faster, leaning his body against mine, crushing me against the stone wall. I slam my lips to his and dig my nails into his shoulders, kissing him passionately.

“Bruise me, big guy,” I moan against his lips. He digs his fingers into my ass harder than he’s ever done before. The bite of pain is followed by a jolt of pleasure so intense I cry out.

I trail my lips over his jaw, nipping and licking, savoring the rough scrape of his stubble. His breath hitches, and he tilts his head for me, allowing me better access. I bite his neck, and his moan sends a shiver down my spine. Connor’s hips piston intome, and all I can do is hold on, my pussy quivering around his cock. With every thrust, my ass slides against the rough wall, but I don’t care. This is closer to what I crave, what I need.

“So close…” I moan against his neck before biting down hard and sucking. Connor shouts, and his body goes rigid. He buries his face into my hair and thrusts deep, his cock pulsing as he fills me. My orgasm rips through me, and I press my face against his neck to muffle the sound of my pleasure.

Connor and I stand there panting, keeping his cock buried inside me until he feels me shiver from the cold.

“We should move…” he whispers into my hair.

I moan, pressing soft kisses against his neck and protesting a little as he gently lowers my feet to the ground.

“You like my jealousy?” Connor asks as he steps back. I bonelessly lean against the wall, and he kneels to help me correct my clothing. I watch him through hooded eyes as I push my legs into my leggings.

“Maybe…” I say coyly. Connor stands, kissing me again. I smile and fit myself against him.

“I love you,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “I didn’t realize it was such an unreasonable emotion.”

I trail my fingers down his chest. “Sexy.”

“Sexy?” Connor laughs.

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