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“Huh?”

“You’re bedroom, Gabriella. I’m done. I’ve held back long enough. I want you. I need you.”

“Is this your way of saying the conversation is over by demanding we go to the bedroom? I’m not sure I forgive you for what you put me through the last few months or earlier at the hospital.”

“Oh, we’ll finish talking about anything you want...later. As far as forgiving me, you can take your pound of flesh, and I’m sure the other women will help you...later. For demanding to be taken to the bedroom... yes, the current conversation is over. Now get moving before I strip you here and fuck you on the couch. I would rather not take the chance Sawyer would walk in, but not concerned enough to care. At least not right now.”

I had to be out of my mind to lead Max to my bedroom, but I was, and the goosebumps that formed on my skin were definitely an indication that I enjoyed his possessive side. Maybe more than I should have.

Once locked inside my bedroom, I thought he would be all over me and take me fast. Instead, he moved away from me and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“Strip and get onto the bed on your back with your neck resting on the edge of the mattress.”

My stomach flipped, and my body shook in anticipation as I removed my clothes. Naked, I did as he instructed and laid on the bed. I watched upside down as he walked toward me, then stopped. I hadn’t even noticed he’d removed his jacket and t-shirt. What did that say about me?

I licked my lips when he undid his jeans and pushed them down to reveal he was commando, and his cock was hard and ready. I watched as he moved his hand up and down his length. When the drop of precum formed on the tip, I shivered.

“I love seeing you eager for my cock,” he said as he stepped closer, then ran the head of his cock across my lips. His precum moistening them. “Open wide, Angel, and suck my balls first, then after you have them dripping wet, I’ll feed you my cock. If you are a good girl, I’ll return the favor and eat you out.”

I shifted and tilted my head back until his balls were lined up with my mouth. I licked, tongued, and sucked on them as he told me to. When he adjusted his stance, his balls were dripping, and he replaced them with his cock.

“That’s it. Take it all, Angel.” I relaxed my throat and swallowed. The shaking of his thighs let me know my effort was appreciated.

The more I sucked him off, the more moisture I felt forming between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together to control the ache of wanting him inside me.

He demanded more, and I wanted to give it to him. My reward was the touch of his hands coursing through my hair. His thumbs stroking my cheeks.

I swallowed again when his cock touched the back of my throat. I worked on breathing through my nose. He tightened his hand in my hair as his warm release filled my mouth, and his legs trembled.

He removed his cock and bent over, kissing me upside down, tasting himself on my lips and then on my tongue as he devoured my mouth.

When he broke the kiss, there were no soft words. He helped me up and turned me until my head was on the bed and my butt was on the edge.

“My turn,” was the only warning I received before he dropped to his knees, lifted my legs until they rested on his shoulders, and planted his face at my center.

The first swipe of his tongue had my eyes rolling back. The second had a moan escaping. When he sucked my swollen clit, my hips lifted. When he used the tip of his tongue to flick it and pushed a finger into my pussy, my head bent back as my back arched. I was on the verge of coming unglued as he feasted on me. I did when I felt the pressure at my back hole. I exploded.

“Scoot to the center and get up on your knees, Angel,” Max said, then I felt the smack on my butt cheek and opened my eyes to find myself on my stomach with no memory of being flipped.

I crawled forward to make room for him, leaned on my arms, and rested my head on the bed. I felt the bed dip, then the warmth from Max’s body as he leaned over me. One hand on the bed beside me and his other clasped at my hip.

I buried my face in the comforter and screamed when he entered me with one thrust. I had experienced Max’s dominance at Whispering Nights, but this was different. This was ownership.

I was his, and he rode me hard and long to prove it.

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