Page 106 of Ravaged Saints

“Yeah,” he says cold as an iceberg.

I take a deep breath. “I wanted her, Bryn, you know that, and you wanted Aspen. I never thought she would just…” I swallow hard. “She showed up in my shower, and I just…” I shake my head. “I didn’t think—”

“I know that.” His tone sharpens. “Listen, Ryker, I’m not pissed that you fucked Bryn. I’m pissed that it takes me three sacrifices to the gods, a prayer to the devil, and God knows what else to fuck you even after all these years, while with Bryn, it was just that easy.” His words come quieter, weighed down by something raw. Pain flashes in his eyes. Fuck, I’ve never seen him like this.

“No, Max. Look.” I step closer. “Since we met, you were it for me, you know that, but you were—” My breath hitches at the thought of losing him. “You are mine and I’m yours. I just don’t feel as comfortable with it as you do, but I will never want anyone the way I want you.”

His eyes lock on mine. “When she said she wanted to fuck you with Ethan, you nodded.” His voice is louder, more pissed.

I shiver at the pain in his eyes, “Fuck! Listen, Max, I didn’t even listen to her. I heard some type of question and nodded. That was it.” I pull my hair back, “Do you really think out of all the guys here I would do it with shitty Ethan?!” I laugh, and it’s more dark and maniacal than I intended.

“I would rather fuck a grater and have any type of body contact with him!” I snarl.

Max stares at me, and I see a hint of a smirk, and I take my chance.

“Let’s be honest, you love handling me, pinning me down.” Another step, and he shakes his head.

“Ryker.” It’s a warning, and one I know too fucking well.

“Me, you, and Aspen,” I murmur. “I want that.”

His pupils blow wide, his chest rising and falling, hands clenching at his sides.

“Fuck, Ryker.” He rolls his shoulders.

I smirk, knowing exactly which buttons to push next to make him lose it.

I move closer, my lips brushing his neck. “You wanna fuck me, Max?” I whisper. “Then you’re gonna have to pin me for that.”

With that, the last thread of his control snaps.

He shoves me, and I stumble back, and for a second, panic flares. Is he refusing me? Still pissed? Please, tell me he’s not—

Max strides toward me, fast and controlled. His leg sweeps behind my knees before I can react, and he pulls down, making me crash onto the floor, the breath knocked out of me, his hands pinning my chest down.

“Fuck, Max!” I grunt.

He grins. “You told me to pin.” The fucker chuckles.

My hands drop to his jeans, unbuckling them, but his eyes stay locked on me, both hands pressing my shoulders down.

I yank his jeans down as far as I can, then strip out of my own.

“Second drawer,” I grunt.

Max smirks, lets me go, and reaches up, pulling out the lube.

He frees his cock, thick, hard, and piercing, glinting in the dim light, and my breath catches. Fuck, I missed him.

I spread my legs as he settles between them, his slick fingers pressing inside me, stretching, teasing, and my body relaxes under his touch, my hands sliding up to cup his face, pulling him down for a hard, desperate kiss.

I need to devour him. I need him like I need air to breathe. He’s my fucking everything.

But my brain is working overtime, and I pull back, panting, our lips inches apart.

“I kissed Aspen,” I blurt, regretting it immediately. Fuck. I’m dumb. Why the hell did I say that now?

Max chuckles, unbothered. “Was it good?” Amusement laces his voice.

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