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“Damn right, baby girl, because you’re mine. I warned you that my kind of love wasn’t what you were looking for, but you went after it anyway. And now that you got it, it’s not the kind you can escape.”
She wraps her arms tighter around my neck, tugging at my hair until I lift my head. She stares into my eyes. “It’s the only kind I’ve ever wanted, Max.” With a smirk, she arches into me. “So stop being an asshole and just make me come.”
Fuck me. This woman is perfect in every single fucking way. “An asshole?” I circle my hips again, and she moans as her hot juices flood her pussy and soak my cock. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
“I’m counting on it.”
ChapterTwenty-One
MAX
Irest my lips on her hair and stare out the window at the rising sun. Joey’s worn out from being awake most of the night. We ate and talked, and then I fucked her again—and again—until she fell asleep in my arms. I stayed awake because I would never risk hurting her while I slept. She’s the most precious thing in the entire world to me, and I would never recover if I ever harmed her.
The banging on the door isn’t unexpected, although I didn’t anticipate them getting here this early.
Joey’s head jerks up, her eyelids fluttering open. “Max?”
“Get dressed, baby girl.”
She blinks at me. “But who could that be?”
“Your brothers.”
“My… What? How? Why?”
“You have a tracker in your phone, baby. I have one in mine too.”
“So, you knew? You knew they’d find out?” She shakes her head, dislodging the remnants of her peaceful sleep. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She gasps, jumping up from the bed and scrabbling for her clothes. “They’ll kill you, Max. No! We’ll tell them I slept on the sofa. No, no, you did.” She pulls on her jeans, her eyes as wild as her fucked-all-night hair. “You’d never make me sleep on the sofa.”
I climb out of bed and grab hold of her, putting a stop to her rambling and forcing her to look up at me. “Joey, stop. I’ll tell them the truth.”
“But…” She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“I’ll figure something out, I promise.”
“They’ll hate you,” she whispers.
“If they do, it was worth it.”
“Max, no.” Her bottom lip trembles.
I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Last night was perfect, baby girl, and no matter what happens from here on out, I wouldn’t change a single second of it.”
The banging on the door grows louder. If I don’t open it in the next minute, at least one livid Moretti brother will bust inside. I give her a quick kiss on the forehead. After getting dressed, I leave her in the bedroom and head to the front door that rattles in its frame from the force of the banging on the other side.
I open it to a red-faced Dante, hand suspended in midair as though he was about to hammer on it again. “Where the fuck is she?” he demands.
“She’s here. She’s safe.”
His older brother climbs out of the black SUV in the driveway and stalks toward us.
“Joey,” Dante shouts, pushing past me just in time to see her walk out of my bedroom, looking every inch like the woman I thoroughly fucked all night long. He doesn’t waste time asking any more questions. Instead, he punches me straight in the mouth, causing me to stagger back a step.
“Dante!” Joey shrieks.
“You piece of fucking shit. She’s my little sister,” he roars, raising his fist to come at me again, but this time I duck and sucker punch him in the stomach. He stumbles back. When he straightens up, he glares at me. “You’ve known her for her whole fucking life. I fucking trusted you, you lying fuck.”
“I know, D,” is all I can say. I have no defense.
