Page 96 of Manhattan Tormentor

He follows his declaration with a kiss.

I’m stunned.

“I don’t deserve you, but I want you. I need you in my life in whatever way you’ll let me. I’ll work so fucking hard to have your trust. You have my word as a semi-former prick.”

My throat burns as I swallow, and I rush my lips against the side of his neck. He grips my hair and pulls my eyes to his. He half smiles.

“Come on, Fierro, take a leap. Fall in love with a guy who finds you endlessly fascinating, as you do with nerdy shit.”

Whether I say it now, he must see how I feel. Because his grin turns smug as he licks the corner of his mouth slow enough my dick twitches.

Remembering where that filthy mouth of his just was. I sigh and bite his chin.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah, you will.”

My hands are already on his ass as he settles on top of me. “Now fuck me, Maverick. Convince me to love you back.”

He growls and attacks.

C H A P T E R 28

Sage

“You’re a deviant keeping that much lube in your nightstand.” I grunt as Finn continues to work me over. His dick is mining for gold inside me and when he hits a particular spot, I see stars popping through my vision.

Dropping my head on my forearm, I convulse through my stomach muscles. I don’t even have to jerk off to get to the finish line, he’s fucking me there in no time.

God, I missed this. His hard body pinning me in place.

Teeth scrape the back of my neck. “I was hopeful.”

“To use with other men?” He gives me an extra deep shove and we groan together. His teeth latch onto my earlobe, his hands cover mine and lace together. “Only you.”

I shouldn’t be so fucking needy to hear that from him, but I am and I laugh/groan into his bed.

Right as I’m ready to go flying, he hooks a hand around the front of my neck and pulls my head back, taking my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine. He tastes like the ocean, sun, and everything else that’s making me fall so hard for him.

Feeling him slowing, that’s not what I want, not when it feels so fucking good, I blink my eyes open.

“I love you.”

“You lovefuckingme.”

“That too,” Finn groans lazily, kissing the back of my neck. “Fuck, this body.” He shoves and locks in place, pleasure blasting through me.

He’s hard all over, his veins standing out on the arm he has placed by my head, and I kiss along the track of them.

“You like it?”

“I wanna fucking die in it.”

I discovered early on that Finn in fuck mode is dramatic, so I laugh, turning my head to watch him watching me. “Do not die inside me.”

“I promise nothing.”

“C’mon, do me harder,” I tell him, needing it. And when he does, I angle my head so I can graze his collarbone with my teeth. The way he’s churning over my back, I feel every raspy breath he puffs out.

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