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“It’s so much more than that.”
“Fine.” I shrug, trying to hide the pain his words cause me. “So you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
His frown deepens. “Just not like that, okay? You never let anyone be that rough with you.”
I swallow hard. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. How can it be that I know him so well in some ways but not at all in others? “And what if I say no?”
His expression darkens. He slides a hand over my hip and onto my ass, pulling me close until our bodies are flush. Every single nerve ending in my body tingles with nervous excitement as my breathing grows heavier. Then Max undoes the button of my jeans with one quick flex of his fingers. He dips his head, pressing those hot lips against my ear. “Then I’ll never make you come again, baby girl,” he says as he shoves his hand into my panties.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as his fingers find my swollen clit.
He inhales sharply. “So fucking wet from sucking my cock, Joey.”
I press my face against his shirt, breathing him in until he’s everywhere and everything. Max DiMarco owns my goddamn soul. I whimper as his fingers slip a little further, circling my entrance. He dips a fingertip inside me, taunting me as I tremble in his powerful arms.
Warm waves of electric heat pulse through my core as he works his digit deeper, rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside that I’ve never been able to reach by myself. My legs shake as my pussy grows wetter until the noise of him driving in and out of me is unmistakable. I cling to him, my fingers grasping at his shirt in an attempt to hold on to some semblance of sanity as he drives me almost frantic with the need for more of him.
“Please, Max?”
He dusts his lips over my hair. “Are you my good girl?” he says, teasing me.
“No.” The word ends on a moan as he drives his finger deeper.
“Of course. You’re my little slut, right?”
“Yes,” I pant, and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.
“I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me, Joey.” He chuckles, and then the bastard pulls his finger out of me, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“Max?” I gasp in protest, but he just looks at me with a wicked grin on his face.
“I told you I wouldn’t make you come in your brothers’ house, baby girl, and I meant it.” Then he sucks his finger clean, kisses my forehead, and walks out of the room.
ChapterThirteen
MAX
My jaw clenches and I rock my head side to side, trying to get rid of the tension in my neck while Dante and I sit in Ralf Strauss’s office and listen to him drone on about the benefits of going into partnership with him and his brother. I’m so not in the mood for this prick tonight. I have much more important things I need to be doing—such as search for my missing uncle. Part of me thinks good riddance to that particular waste of oxygen, but Kristin deserves to know what happened to him at least. And despite him being a terrible uncle to me and an even worse brother to my father, he seems to have been an okay dad to her.
And until I find out where he is, she’s stuck living with me. Not that I don’t like the kid—I do. But I can’t continue lying to everyone about her. I hate it.
The message her father told her to give me plays on my mind constantly too.He said you can’t trust the Morettis. They turned you against your real family.Why would he ask her to give me that specific message? I guess he actually believes that? But the Morettis are the only family I’ve had for a long time, and I can’t keep secrets from them much longer.
“You see how this could be good for us all, don’t you, Maximo?” Ralf asks, dragging me back to the conversation at hand. The same one he and I have already had.
“Like I already told you, Ralf, no.”
“Dante?” he pleads.
“If Max says no, then it’s no,” Dante replies with a frown. “And I’m insulted that you’ve dragged me here tonight when my partner here has already told you his feelings on the matter.”
“But I thought…” Ralf sighs.
“You thought I was going to disagree with him? This man who’s basically my brother?” Dante asks with a cock of his eyebrow.
Now I feel even guiltier about the secrets I’m keeping. Because Kristin isn’t the biggest one. No, Joey Moretti claims that title. Joey and her wickedly sinful body and even more sinful mouth. I have no fucking idea how anyone who’s never given head before can get it so spectacularly right on their first time. But who am I kidding? Just being inside any part of her has me fucking desperate to bust my nut like a fourteen-year-old who just discovered Pornhub. The girl is fucking addictive, and she is going to kill me. But what a way to go.
Dante pushes himself out of his chair and turns his back on Ralf. “Deal with this piece of shit, will you? I need to call Kat.”
