Page 97 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Holy—Fuck—I can’t—”

Hell fucking no. Absolutely not. He’s trying for control and I can’t have that.

“Kiss me now.” I slam my mouth, kissing my man harder than ever. Swallowing his sex-crazed moans dragged from his throat as though he’s in pain. When we part, his eyes look drowsy with need, licking me from his lips. “I’m the one doing the fucking, how is it you’re the bossy one?”

“Let me be on top and you can boss me around.”

His eyes flare so I know the idea appeals to him, but my butt shy man isn’t there yet. I can wait. For Finn, I will wait as long as it takes for anything.

Besides, I love him doing the taking.

I curse my way through a series of commands. Finn laughs and gives me everything until we explode almost at the same time.

“Ah, god, Jesus.Sage.” He wheezes, collapsing his full jock weight on top of me.

“I’ll answer to any of them, it’s better than Damsel.”

A tongue finds the side of my neck. “You’ll always be my Damsel.”

“Romantic shithead, now move off me before you suffocate me.”

He kisses the side of my face and hefts himself to the other side of the bed to get rid of the condom. I feel empty, so I do what any man would do fresh from an orgasm hard enough to blow the earth in half, I roll on top of him. He oomphs but grips my waist. “Something I can help you with, Fierro?”

“Yeah, you can give me that mouth before I take over your shower while you order takeout.”

“How did I not know you were this bossy?”

“Because you were too busy being all broody and misunderstood.”

Though he groans, he looks cocky as always. My stomach bottoms out when he grabs me around the neck and draws me down, inches from his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you, one fuck at a time. Now you said you wanted my mouth?”

I fall on it like a junkyard dog and we are breathless when I finally roll off his bed. Letting Finn up to deal with the food while I jump in his shower. He takes the next one, he’s in time for the food arriving.

“I wanna talk to you about something,” he says as he forks chow mein noodles onto his plate. I’m already through half of mine, mouth full when I ask, “what’s that?” Sex makes me hungry. I spoon more shredded pork onto my plate.

We’re both wearing only boxer briefs. I figured we’d go again as soon as we eat.

I’m rethinking the no clothes thing when he drops, “me and Sofia.”

The food turns to dust in my mouth. How did I forget her in this whole equation?

Fucking hell. I’m dumb for not asking already and so I swallow first before asking, “you and Sofia? I’m assuming you called it off.”

The guilt on his face says it all and my fork lands on my plate. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Listen to me, Sage.”

“Are you serious? You’re still engaged to her?” I jump to my feet, there’s nothing like a slap in the fucking face to make me feel foolish.

It’s proven now I will never learn my goddamn lesson where Finn is concerned. I keep putting myself in his way so he can gut me over and over.

“Not even for you will I hide in secret, so go get your queer fix somewhere else.” I tell him as blandly toned as I can muster, while my stomach lining is in shreds.

I’m halfway across his living room when he tackles me. Of course, he feels like a building as he pins me to the wall and brings his blazing eyes into my face.

“No. We are not doing that shit.”

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