Page 92 of Sorrow & Strangers

“I don’t like you, full stop.”

Max’s gaze flicks down, his smile deepening. “Tell your nipples that.”

I look down at my sports bra and see that my traitorous nipples have tightened very obviously through the material.

Max bellows out a laugh. “I don’t know what’s funnier, that I was telling the truth or that you checked.”

“It’s just cold in here,” I say, covering my chest with my arms.

Max smirks. “Sure. Though wouldn’t that mean my dick would be shrunk, not hard?”

My core tightens, and I force myself not to look down to confirm. Max takes advantage of my flustered state and swings his sword at me. The blade is a blur, and I barely manage to block the attack.

Max doesn’t skip a beat, pushing me back one step, then two, until I start to lean into my instincts and anticipate his moves. While I start off rusty, it surprises me how easily I remember all our work from last year, muscle memory kicking in. Though those muscles are much slower and weaker than before. Slowly, I start to get my edge back, and I manage to back him against the wall, one of my sai pressed against his throat, the other poking into his side.

“Let me make one thing clear, Romulus.”

He smirks, lifting his chin, and I press the sai deeper into his throat.

“You and I have had sex a few times. It will not happen again.” His full lips pull into a deeper smile. Damn, when did I start looking at his lips?

“It’s really unfair to bring that up when you have me backed up against a wall,” he says, pushing his hips forward, letting me feel just how much he is enjoying this. My shallow breaths drag my still-hard nipples against his chest. “You know how much I love a girl who can kick my ass.”

I meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, with a flicker of green pulsating behind them. I push away from him, tightening my fists around the handles of my sai. I am trying to put some distance between us to clear my head, but Max grabs the waistband of my shorts and yanks me back, pressing his hard cock against my ass. He brushes his lips along my neck, just beneath my ear.

“Want to go to my office?” he growls, sending a shiver through my entire body.

“No, we’re not having⁠—”

Max bites my earlobe, and my words end on a low moan. He leans his sword against the wall and gently pries my sai from my clenched fists before dropping them to the floor. Taking my hand, he leads me into his office. He is on me the moment the door closes behind us, his lips claiming mine. I moan into his mouth, savoring the firmness, the insistence of the kiss. Max nips my lower lip, the small sting lessening the haze of desire that has shrouded my mind.

“Max . . .” I moan, pulling back.

Max answers with a low growl, his dark eyes glowing green. He dips his head and kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he walks me backward until my thighs press against his desk. He lifts me, resting my ass on the desktop and pressing me back. I hear things crash to the floor as they are pushed off the edge, but I can’t bring myself to care as Max rips my shorts and panties off in one quick moment. I let my thighs fall open in invitation, and he wastes no time in getting himself naked and blindly finding a condom. Somehow, his lips never leave mine as he manages all of this, and I hate to admit how lost I am in his kiss.

My body needs this. I need this release, this pleasure, this distraction. Gods, I need not to want this.

Max thrusts into me, and I cry out, my nails embedded in his shoulders. I throw my head back as he yanks my sports bra down, and his lips move to my nipple. He bites down on the sensitive flesh while he caresses my other breast. My eyes roll in pleasure as he continues to pound into me, over and over and over.

I need this. I need to feel alive. I need to feel alive without the stranger.

“Max!” I cry out as his fingers dig into my hip, bruising me. He pounds into me, and the desk quakes beneath us. I grip the edges, hoping to hold it together, or maybe I am holding myself together. I don’t know. A low keening whine comes from my throat, and I swear it feels like his cock is swelling, growing inside me. It was stretching me before, but now . . . fuck . . .

We both gasp for air when Max breaks the kiss. He nuzzles his face against my neck, kissing and biting, and I tip my head back, aching for more. I rake my nails down his muscular arms, and a shudder rolls through his body. Max hooks my knees with his elbows and grips my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the desk. My breath whooshes out of me with his next thrust, and my cunt throbs with both pain and pleasure, my orgasm coiling like a spring. He slams into me once, hurtling me over the edge, and I scream, coming hard around his cock.

Max’s own orgasm comes less than a second later, and he roars into my neck. I pant, clinging to him, my whole body trembling. I feel Max’s body shrink a little, slowly returning to his normal enormous size. He groans into my neck and slowly lowers my legs before pulling back to look down at me. He looks completely sated.

“Hungry?” he asks, his brow covered in sweat.

My lips twitch at the absurdity of this situation. I am stretched out on his desk, half dressed, with my legs spread wide and his cock still buried inside me. I am still trembling with aftershocks from a mind-bending orgasm, and he is asking me if I want food? But then my stomach grumbles. When was the last time I ate?

“Actually, kinda.”

Max nods and slowly pulls out of me before taking off the condom and striding into the bathroom attached to his office to dispose of it. I am still right where he left me when he returns, walking around his desk. He opens a drawer, and I tip my head back to watch him from my upside-down vantage point. “I got some burgers in my desk. Want one?” he asks, his expression serious.

Why are boys like this?

“How long have they been in your desk?” I ask, and slowly sit up, sliding to the edge of the desk.