Page 106 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Know you love me too.” His head arches back, giving me space to attach my lips to his neck, he groans and grabs onto my ribs, pulling me closer. He’s affected by me so easily, so fucking hard already from a little mouth to throat action.

“How’s that?”

“It’s on your face every time you look at me. It’s there when I glance over and find your eyes already on me. You have massive love for me, so you don’t even need to say it. I want you to, so fucking much, but I already know.”

“Let’s get inside before you burst into song.” He says, giving my shoulder a shove so we can grab the bags out of the trunk.

He’s so full of shit. I grin, following him into his family cabin. It’s a huge two story building. Perfect for all the fuckery I intend to engage in as soon as we lock the door behind us. I brought the beers and weed and I also got the man.

“You can go into the city to one of the many parties you were invited to, Mister Popular.” He reminds me later, not for the first time.

“I’m where I wanna be. Shut up about it. We’re doing New Year’s together. Next year we’ll compromise and go to a party where you have to be social and pretend you’re human.”

He looks at me with his huge blue eyes, I can’t read his face. “You see us together next year?”

The hell? “Don’t you?”

He shrugs, throwing me a side glance. “Depends if I get a better offer.”

“I’m glad you said that, Fierro. Because now you have no one to bitch to for how hard I fuck you.”

His eyes and nostrils flare and it’s Sage who attacks first by grabbing me closer and crashing his mouth on mine. Fucking hell, when he kisses me he goes all in and I can hardly breathe from how fast he turns me on.

The sex is as ferocious and consuming as ever. I can’t get enough of him, his taste, the way he feels under me. His hands and mouth on me. I wanna fucking devour him.

“Okay, get up.” He says, slapping my ass.

“Why?” I groan. His fantastic body has killed me. His dick sucking lips eviscerated me. I’m dead and I’ll stay dead right here on the rug in the living room. We don’t need to go back to the city until tomorrow, I’m fine being dead.

“Because you always get the munchies after sex and now I want to eat too. I’m gonna make a run to the Mexican place up the road.”

Okay, I can rouse a little. I lift my head off his shoulder, shivering when his fingers find my hair. “Birria tacos?”

“Fuck yeah.” He agrees, and like that, I come back to life. But not before we make out and he gets me hard.

The little shit takes off, leaving me that way.

The New Year starts with a drunk bang on the back deck where we watch the fireworks erupt above us. A smashed Sage morphs into a bossy bastard issuing orders as he holds onto the deck railing, taking the hard fuck I’m giving him.

It’s the best way to start a New Year.

“Happy New Year, Finn,” he mutters when I finally leave his body and let his dick go from my hand.

I never knew what I wanted, but now I’ll fight to keep it.

I tormented for his attention, and I’ll love as hard as I need to, to win his heart.

C H A P T E R 31

Finn

“Did you see my last game?”

I’m cocky and mad enough to risk my entire life by goading my father into showing how shitty of a parent he is.

Mom shoots me an agitated glance, the fork to her lips.

“Sure, Son. Great game.”

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