Page 112 of Manhattan Tormentor

If we were anywhere else, I would have stripped him in seconds. Instead, I crush his lips, content to take only his mouth until all I taste is his love.

I didn’t think anyone could love me the way Sage loves me. He sets me alight and gives peace to my villain heart.

“I love you.” He murmurs into my lips and those simple words work their magic and narrow the world to him and me.

We hear a throat clear and I turn my head to see Lachlan, his shoulder propped in the archway, smirking.

It’s a look of acceptance.

“If you two lovebirds are finished making out, mom wants you at the table before all the food is gone.”

“Be there in a second.” Sage tells him without dropping his hand from my neck.

Only when Lachlan disappears do I put my mouth to Sage’s ear. “You are gonna pay tonight for making me wait all this time, Sage.”

“That was my evil plan all along.”

Without a second’s lapse of time, he reverses our positions and presses me into the wall, lust and love in equal measure when I look into his smiling eyes. Fingers tangle into the front of my hair, he angles my head down and I grunt. Fuck, I love that move.

“But, Finn? It’ll be me who’s the tormentor tonight,babe, when I fuckyou.”

An all over shudder trembles through me. It’s something we’ve talked about, we’ve used toys that I fucking loved and he’s been patient. My man enjoys being under me, so I don’t think it’s a big deal who’s the giver in our relationship. But I crave to experience everything with Sage, every part of his passion I need.

“Yes.” I hiss and watch his pupils blow up. He drags me from the wall and slips his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, my tormentor. Let’s eat before we do something scandalous in the hallway, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you, wild boy?”

I smirk and cuff him around the back of the neck, bringing our heads together.

The world is in front of us, and I’m walking into it with Sage Fierro at my side.

The most unlikely of loves.

I didn’t plan on him—couldn’t have ever envisioned falling for a man.

Now I can’t see a second of that future without him.

I bullied my way into his life, and he knocked me on my self-righteous ass.

My father won’t approve. And I no longer care. He won’t change and he’ll hate having a son in love with a man, but unless he changes his homophobic beliefs, I’m not interested in having him in my life.

I have a Fierro.

That makes me richer than ever.

E P I L O G U E

Finn

Jeremey Maverick loathes interruption.

It’s hard luck for him I give no fucks when I sail past his secretary and barge into my dad’s office.

His head lifts and though I haven’t seen the man in ages, there’s irritation in his stare. No surprise there. I’ve been disappointing him since birth.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I…” his young bit behind me says. I’d bet my car he’s banging her. The bitch has to earn her yearly bonus somehow.

“It’s fine, Kirsten. Shut the door.” He dismisses coolly.

I might have changed in the past few years. I might be in love with a man and on a career path that I thrive at. But I’m still the cocksure man he raised. I still have the Maverick spite through my veins.

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