Page 27 of Wicked Devotion
Bars near base were always a safe bet for nights when I needed a distraction. Filled with girls looking for a man in uniform, a uniform I usually snatched from the little shithead because he had to be good for something.
It was a typical night, one where Max, as always, didn’tgrasp the concept of personal space, just like he somehow never wanted to annoy Rockwell or Sam instead of me. And with his beach boy smile and his ridiculous jokes, he was a goddamn magnet for girls.
I just wanted a quick fuck to silence my head for an hour or two. And after a while, I did end up in a motel with a girl; and Max.
That’s when it clicked. The weird glances, his annoying clinginess, the way he coincidentally showed up everywhere I went, the goddamn plate of cookies in my office every Monday—that wasn’t lost puppy behavior.
No, the moron had been trying to flirt with me.
The realization hit me mid-fuck, and him having only eyes for me when he came all over the girl’s tits just confirmed what I didn’t want to accept.
Max moans around my cock,pulling me back to the present.
“Already struggling?”
He shakes his head while looking up at me, his eyes shiny with unspilled tears. My cock glistens with spit and precum when I pull it out of his mouth, making a lewd sound as I slap it against his cheek.
“Remember how many you killed that day?” He doesn’t answer, tries to distract me by mouthing at my cock instead. “Tell me how many, sunshine,” I growl, grabbing his face.
“Four.”
“Wrong.”
Gathering saliva in my mouth, I press my fingers into his cheeks until he opens his mouth for me and I let it trail down onto his tongue as my eyes meet his.
Max is all sweet and pretty on the outside. The perfect soldier, born to follow orders, but deep down, he’s just as sickas I am. Completes me in a dangerous, depraved way, as if I unknowingly spent my entire life searching for him.
“Six,” I correct him, yanking him up from his knees.
He doesn’t waste a second to straddle me, always so grateful for the crumbs I throw him.
“My little killer,” I laugh, my hand snaking to the back of his head. His eyes are full of want, an almost unnoticeable tremble going through his body. He wants to close the distance between us so badly, but even with his mind gone like this, he wouldn’t dare to do it. The last time he tried to take what’s mine to give, he carried the marks for weeks.
“My sunshine, all fucking mine,” I whisper against his lips, smiling when he sighs and hot air hits my skin.
Fighting the urge to give in to his desire, he sticks to my rules as if his life depends on my satisfaction with his behavior. Gently, I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, and then I bite down. Hard, until the taste of his blood hits my tongue. Max doesn’t even flinch.
It’s only when I start licking over the fresh cut that he whines, moving his hips in a pathetic search for any kind of friction. I push his pants down until his cock springs free, loosely wrapping my hand around it so he has something to fuck into.
“Could think you have a pretty cunt with how wet you get,” I whisper, swiping my thumb over his slit that’s oozing precum. Max bucks his hips, and I lean back with a grin, watching drops of blood form on his lip. “So pretty when you go all stupid for me, sunshine. Would let me do anything I want to you, am I right?”
He nods frantically, and when his thrusts get sloppier, I let go of his cock. He wants to use his own hand, but I swat it away.
“Behave,” I hiss, wrapping my hand around both our cocks.
“Thank you,” Max forces out, over and over, strained and so fucking desperate as he begins to move.
“Don’t know what got into you that night,” I say when he slumps forward to lean his head against my shoulder, the movement of his cock against mine making me clench my jaw. “Had that fuckin’ crazy look in your eyes when you took the last one out.”
“Thought he hurt you,” Max mumbles, sounding almost ashamed.
I still rememberthe mission like it was yesterday. Our weekend activities had become a regular occurrence, but I didn’t trust Max. Trusted none of the guys, to be honest. Too used to fighting for myself, to leave nothing behind that could cause me problems.
And now I had a problem basically attached to my hip.
We were getting ready to raid a cartel hideout, and I told Max to stay behind. He started listing his qualifications, like I gave a shit about them. As if his lack of skill—something I often accused him of, knowing it was far from the truth—was the reason I wanted to go in alone.
I wanted to disappear that night. Do my job, make sure the others got into the building safely to gather their intel, and then vanish before anyone noticed. Had it all set up, enough ammo, money, and fake papers in my pocket. And when Max finally shut up and agreed to wait outside the building to observe the exits, I really thought my plan would work.
