Page 45 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
His muscles trembled and stiffened, and he collapsed on Montgomery’s back, the sweat from his chest already soaking Montgomery’s shirt. Burying his face in Montgomery’s neck, he breathed in his musky scent, the smell of sex assaulting his nose.
Groaning, Stone pulled out and fell onto the bed beside Montgomery’s warm body. Even though he didn’t have much energy, he untied Montgomery’s wrists and ankles, helped him out of his loose clothing, and settled his lover against his chest, Montgomery’s cheek pressed against his pec.
“That was hot,” Montgomery whispered, his tongue peeking out to tease the nub of Stone’s nipple.
“Mmm. It was.” Stone’s eyes slipped closed, and his breathing slowed.
“Nick, huh?”
Stone wanted to regret telling him to use his real name, but the teasing in Montgomery’s voice made him smile. “Nicholas James Rockham.”
“I like it.”
“Mhm. I’m glad.” He carded his fingers through Montgomery’s hair and opened his eyes, staring down at him. “Do you know why I hate your father so much?”
Montgomery swallowed and shook his head. He traced Stone’s chest with his finger, drawing imaginary lines and tickling Stone’s skin. “No.”
“Booker fired my dad. He was a good worker, amazing at his job, but he didn’t like the way your father treated his staff. According to him, Booker was a prick, and he was right. Booker came in and fired the entire office even though they were making huge profits. No one knew why, and when Dad demanded answers, your father didn’t give him any, and he went out of his way to make sure Dad never got a job as an accountant again. Anyone who tried to give him a job quickly changed their mind after Booker had a few words with them.”
Montgomery looked at him intently. If he was shocked by Stone’s story, he didn’t show it. If anything, he looked completely unsurprised by it.
“Dad couldn’t support his family, so Mom had to get two jobs. The shame drove Dad to drink. Soon he was an alcoholic. He drank away whatever money Mom made. When I was seventeen, he drank so much he poisoned himself. Had a seizure in front of my eyes when I was seventeen. My sister, Kate, adored Dad. She didn’t react good to his death. She began drugs and….” Stone’s heart ached. His dad’s death was one thing. But Kate? Just talking about it ripped his soul out of him. “She committed suicide a few years later. Mom soon followed. It was one thing to lose a husband, but a daughter too? Then I was alone.”
Montgomery’s sex-flushed cheeks paled, and he dropped his gaze. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Stone tilted his head. “You don’t know how to be sorry, Monty, because you don’t know what it’s like to have a family you love.”
He raised his eyes again, his jaw hard. “You’re right. I don’t. Not like what you had anyway. That’s my father’s fault too. Why do you think I want to help you? I hate him.”
“Good. Hating him is what’ll fuel your desire for revenge. It’s what kept me going.” Stone snatched Montgomery’s chin in his fingers and dragged him closer. “When I’m done with you, you’ll feel how much I hate him.”
Montgomery smirked. “I want to feel it.”
“You’re fucked-up, you know that?” Stone’s lips twisted. “But so am I.”
“If Daddy dearest wants a live video with me, we’ll give him what he wants, but you’re going to have to lay one right here.” He tapped his cheek, where the bruise from before was fading. “Beat me until I’m black and blue.”
Stone’s brows rose in surprise. “I’m not going to beat you.”
Montgomery pushed himself to his knees and settled beside Stone. His cheeks were flushed a beautiful crimson again and his dark hair was a mess on his head. The flush extended to his neck and chest. “Punch me.”
“No.” Stone pushed himself up to sit on his ass.
“You don’t have a problem strangling me, and you’ve punched me before.”
“That’s because you were an asshole before.” Stone pursed his lips.
“What’s changed?” Montgomery’s smirk might have been infuriating, but it was growing on Stone.
He snorted. “Nothing. You’re still a spoiled brat.”
Montgomery held out his arms. “So punch me.”
“No.”
“Nick—”
“I’m not punching you.”
“If you don’t—”
Stone swung and his fist connected with Montgomery’s cheek. Montgomery flew backward off the bed, tumbling to the ground and groaning when he landed hard on the carpet. Stone cringed and leaned over the bed.
“I didn’t mean to do it that hard. You okay?”
Montgomery nursed his cheek, his gaze hot with a surprising amount of desire. “Yeah. That hurt. It’s definitely going to bruise.”
Stone took in the mussed appearance of the sexy man on the floor. Erotic didn’t even begin to describe him. Just staring at Montgomery could make a very straight monk hard. “I can make you feel better. Want me to fuck you again? This time you can ride me.”
Montgomery’s smirk was downright wicked. “Yes, please!”
