Page 166 of Wish

His eyes lifted, and realization slammed into them. He whimpered as the war inside him burst free.

“Good boys do as they’re told. Good boys donotissue orders.”

His back hit the wall when I pushed us against it. His face turned to the side, breath puffing from between his parted lips. “You definitely aren’t a good boy, then.”

“No.” I agreed. “I’m not.”

We were pressed so tight together I felt him shudder.

Our noses bumped when he brought his face back around. “Then I guess I won’t be a good boy either.”

Pushing his head to the side once more, I lowered my face into his neck, dragging my nose up toward his ear. “You don’t like being good for me?”

He whined.

Satisfaction curled my toes. “I think you like being my good boy. I think you like it when I’m proud of you.”

“Max,” he whimpered. “Don’t do this.”

“Not my good boy, then?” I asked, drawing back just a little. His eye tracked me out of the corner as I moved. “How about mybestboy?”

I literally felt the give in him like something in him caved in, and then another whimper swirled around us. That act of surrender brought down part of me too. Just when I thought he owned me totally, he went and found more to take.

“I hate you for this,” he whispered.

“You love me.”

“I do. I fucking love you so much.” His arms wound around my neck as he plastered himself against my chest, burying his face in the side of my neck. I rubbed along his back, up and down in steady movements, until my hands found their way into his curls.

When I tugged his head, it fell back into my palms so I could cradle it softly and look into his emotion-laden eyes. “Stay away from him. Do not ever go near him again. If you see him on the street, you turn and go the other way.”

Conflict swirled in his eyes as he whispered, “What he did to you…”

“Is over.” And I regretted nothing.

Leaning in, I scraped the stubble on my chin over his cheek and jaw. He purred, fingers curling through the belt loops at my hips.

“Promise me,” I cajoled. “Promise me you won’t go near him.”

I heard him swallow and pulled back enough to watch his pink tongue dart out to dampen his lips. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking much.

“I can’t.” His voice was forlorn, knowing the disobedience was costing him something he wanted so much.

I made a rough sound, but he didn’t recoil. Instead, his stare strayed to my mouth. “You’re bleeding.” The pad of his thumb dabbed at the injury before drawing back to hold his red-smeared digit between us. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

He stared at me intently as he pushed his thumb between his lips, sucking off my blood. I felt my eyes droop, the lust inside me flaring anew at the action. Grabbing my face, he leaned in, dragging his tongue over the corner of my mouth, lapping at the injury as though he could make it go away.

A low buzzing sound started between my ears, and my knees turned weak.

When he pulled back, his eyes were hazy like my blood had intoxicated him. “Better,” he rasped, letting his hands fall.

Chest heaving, I pressed him to the wall with my body, not allowing even a centimeter between us, his sweetness making me even more desperate than before. “I need you to promise me.”

His eyes averted with a quick shake of his head. “I can’t.”

I flipped his body, belly and chest smacking into the wall as I shoved against him. Grabbing his hands, I pinned them on either side of his head, dragging my teeth over the back of his neck. “I could make you.”

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