Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I fish my phone from my pocket and check the tracker.
Funny … Max has been going back and forth to this address this entire night.
The same address he’s been going to on and off.
What could be there?
I hit the gas and race through the streets until I finally reach the address he’s supposedly at. His bike is out front next to a building, but he’s nowhere in sight. I look up at the windows. There’s light coming in from one of them.
Interesting.
I park my car and hop out, checking out the ratchet neighborhood with only worn-down buildings.
Why would Max go here out of all places?
On the right side of the building, there’s a small alley and a bunch of shoddy looking fire escapes leading all the way up to the highest floor. And I can clearly see the light spilling from the side of the window on the second highest room in the building.
I grab the fire escape and hoist myself up, not even breaking a sweat as I head up all consecutive stairs until I reach the right height. I peak through the window to catch a glimpse. And from the corner of my eye, I spot two people inside—a girl with dark-brown hair, wearing only a white tee, straddling a dark-haired guy wearing a hoodie. And I instantly recognize him.
Max.
CHAPTER 22
Max
“Say my name again,” she moans.
“Ivy, please,” I moan along with her. “I need it.”
“Hmm … you need it enough to give me back my key?” she muses.
My dick pulses inside her as I can feel her contract, and it’s so hard to hold back. Of course, she’d use the key against me right at this very moment, when I’m at my most vulnerable.
But my God, this wet fucking pussy is like heaven, and I’d literally give her everything she wants if she’d ask me to.
“Yes, yes, I’ll give you anything. Please!”
“Make me come first,” she says, still rolling around achingly slow, as her clit begins to thump.
“Fuck yes, please, let me feel you come,” I whisper.
She arches her back, her hair flowing back over her shoulders, granting me the most beautiful sight of her perfect body, and I splay my hand across her belly as her pussy begins to contract around my shaft.
She moans out loud, wetness pouring out of her, and the sheer intensity of it makes me so fucking hungry for more.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, before lunging back down on top of my shoulders with both hands, her lips crashing right back onto mine. She plants lusty kisses all over my mouth and chin, and I’m lost in ecstasy just from the honor of watching her unravel.
Her fingers slowly find their way back to my neck, gently squeezing tighter and tighter until all the oxygen leaves my throat and all that’s left is an empty gasp. And I love how her nails feel when they dig into my flesh as she begins to bounce on my lap in just the right rhythm, covering my entire length with sweet pussy juices. She moves from the front to the back with expert sways until my eyes roll into the back of my head, and a bunch of stars appear on the fucking ceiling while I come undone again.
God.
Those eyes of hers. That’s what I see in them. God. Or should I say a goddess?
Her fingers unravel from my throat, and I suck in a breath. “Wow …”
She grins against my lips, planting more sweet, sultry kisses, each one slower than the one before, until I’m bamboozled and … completely lovestruck.
She sinks off my lap and pulls her panties back in place, while I lie here motionless and absolutely spent.
She clears her throat, and leans over to tuck my dick back into my pants. “There. You got what you wanted.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just sex, right?” She winks. “That’s it.”
“No, I … I want to get to know you,” I say, sitting up straight.
“What’s there to know?” She shrugs. “I live in a dump. I’m a workaholic. I need money. I’m poor. I fight to survive.”
“What about Cora?” I ask.
She frowns, her eyes suddenly growing distant. “I don’t want to talk about her.”
With a forlorn look on her face, she glances at the bedroom where the girl is sleeping and it only makes me more curious to peel away the layers of the mysterious girl in front of me.
I put my hands on her thigh bones which protrude through her skin. “I won’t ask you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me.”
“Good.”
I gaze up into her soulful eyes which are filled with suspicion, and I understand.
She has no reason to trust me, even if I protected her. I am part of their group, I’m a bad guy who enjoys watching people get hurt, I’m the betrayer, and she doesn’t even know the worst thing about me.