Rough & Ruthless (Notorious Devils #4) Read online

  “I don’t want to think anymore,” I admit.

  “Mary-Anne,” he warns. I ignore it. I don’t want any more warnings.

  I want him to touch me.

  I want him to make me feel.

  I want him to rescue me.

  I want him for all of the wrong reasons, and I don’t give a single shit.

  Moving my head to the side so that my lips are positioned at his ear, I whisper, speaking to the animal inside of him, not the man who is in control. I speak to that primal being that I know is on the verge of bursting through and taking me, consequences be damned.

  “I want you to fuck me, Max. I want your hands on my body, and I want you to take me hard. Make me ache.”

  “Fuck,” he groans as he takes a step back.

  I’m afraid that he’s going to leave me in here as I watch him walk toward the door.

  Holding my breath, I watch as his hand reaches for the doorknob and he flips the lock. Then he turns around, flashing his grin. It’s feral, it’s wild, and it’s exactly what I wanted—it’s fucking primal.

  “Strip,” Max orders.

  I blink once in surprise before my body starts to move. I strip down to my panties and bra. Max doesn’t move. He doesn’t even flinch as I stand almost completely naked in front of him. I mean, I’m not the hottest woman in the world, but I expect a little something from him. A grin, maybe?

  I watch with rapt anticipation as he starts to take his own clothes off. I’m not sure what to expect, my mind hazy from the tequila, but I don’t expect what I see—I definitely don’t expect it at all. MadDog is ripped. As soon as his shirt is tossed to the floor, my mouth drops open.

  I expected him to look more his age as he started undressing. Since his face looks so young, I figured the rest of him must look a little older. But it doesn’t, and he doesn’t. His chest is strong, and his skin firm with bulky muscles beneath.

  As he drops his jeans to the floor, I see that his thighs are thick, and he’s not wearing boxers. He’s going commando. His dick juts out and my knees almost buckle. He’s long, thick, and hard as a rock.

  “Max,” I choke as my eyes stay glued to his cock.

  “I want to see all of you, sweetness,” he murmurs.

  With shaky fingers, I take the rest of my clothes off as I watch him reach out for the tequila bottle. Without a glass, he takes a big gulp straight from the glass neck, and I watch the liquid work its way down his throat. It’s so damn sexy, and I have no clue why.

  He takes a few steps toward me and thrusts the bottle in my direction. Hesitantly, I take it from him and take my own gulp, trying not to take too much so that I don’t spray it all over the room in the most unsexy, unladylike way possible.

  “I don’t do gentle,” he warns as he slips the bottle from my hand and turns to place it on his desk.

  “I don’t want gentle,” I whisper, and I don’t. I really, really don’t.

  I want to feel desired and wanted. I don’t want lackluster anymore. I want heat and fire. I want him to take me as his, even if it’s just for tonight.

  Max’s lips crash against mine in a bruising, all consuming kiss. Every part of us clashes against each other—teeth, tongues, lips, and bodies pressed close. His tongue doesn’t just dive into my mouth, it invades me. He swirls it inside of me, taking from me the way that I’ve only ever dreamed of before.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and gasp when he bends slightly, his fingers grabbing my thighs as he lifts me into his arms. Without a thought, I wrap my legs around his waist.

  My body is no longer my own. I’m focused on nothing but feeling him, feeling everything that I can, everything that he can give me. I grind my clit against the underside of his cock, needing more from him. He’s smooth, hard, and warm—so damn warm.

  “Sweetness,” he rasps breaking our kiss.

  Those blue eyes meet mine, and it’s as if time stands still. I’m so damn stupid to be in his arms right now, but I don’t give a shit. Not a single one.

  “Max,” I whimper.

  “Fuck.”

  I hold my breath, thinking that he’s going to drop me and leave me here alone, but he doesn’t. Instead, he walks me over to his beat-up, leather sofa and lays me down on my back. Then he untangles himself from me in silence, wrapping his hands underneath my knees. Without a word, he spreads my legs as far apart as they’ll go.

  “Fuckin’ hell, sweetness,” he murmurs. I feel his beard against the inside of my thighs and his mouth on my pussy.

  My back arches and I cry out in surprise. It’s been so long since I’ve had anybody’s mouth between my legs that I’m genuinely shocked—completely and totally. My hands fly to his hair and I grip the strands as he sucks my clit before he flicks it with his tongue.

  “Oh, my god,” I cry out as I grind my pussy against his face.

  I don’t give a shit if I’m supposed to be demure. I can’t be, not when he’s eating me like it’s his fucking life’s passion.

  Goosebumps break out over my entire body when he growls before he starts using teeth, scraping them against my clit once, twice, and three times in between fucking me with his perfect tongue.

  “Max, I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck,” I sob.

  My whole body starts shaking as my mouth opens. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and my spine snaps straight as my release consumes me, every single damn part of me.

  “Christ,” he curses, sitting up, his big, hard cock in his equally big hand.

  “I need that. Right. Now,” I demand, my eyes zeroed in on his hand and cock.

  “It’s all yours,” he chuckles as he lines himself up with me. Inch by glorious inch, he sinks himself inside of me.

  I lift my knees, taking all of him, adjusting so that he’s rooted as deep inside of me as he can possibly get, my eyes drifting closed as he does.

  “Open those blue eyes, Mary,” he murmurs, tucking my hair behind my ear. My eyes open and I’m met with his blue ones, focused completely and totally on me.

  “Max,” I whisper.

  “This is where things get rough,” he grunts. “You want me to stop, slow down, whatever you need—just fuckin’ tell me. I’m already about on the edge with your tight pussy wrapped around me, so I’m gonna come no fuckin’ matter what.”

  The sincerity and the sweetness, it’s on overload. I let out a shaky breath and trace his eyebrow with my finger, then move it down to his lips before I trace those as well.

  “Fuck me. Make me ache,” I challenge.

  Max drops one foot to the floor and leaves one knee planted on the sofa, his eyes full of nothing but concentration for the challenge I’ve just issued. Then he grabs my ankle and throws it over his shoulder, one of his hands bracing on the arm of the sofa, the other firmly wrapped around my breast. The angle of his cock feels as though he’s slipped even deeper inside of me, and it’s then that I grin, because I know—I know, that this is going to be awesome.

  Max pulls almost completely out of me before he thrusts back inside, a groan emanating from his lips. I gasp, unable to make any other sound because he does it again, and again.

  I’m not sure if it hurts or feels good, or what, not until I feel my body surprisingly climbing toward my release again. I wrap my hands around his forearms, one still on my breast and the other lifted and resting against the sofa’s arm.

  “Don’t stop. Oh, fuck, please don’t stop,” I sob.

  I feel as though I’m in a race, a race toward the finish line, and at the end, I’m going to get a blinding reward.

  “Not plannin’ on it, sweetness. Fuck, your pussy, feels so damn good,” he says, his voice raspy.

  A droplet of sweat falls from his forehead and lands in the center of my chest. His head is bent and he’s watching as his cock slams in and out of me, each thrust harder than the last.

  “I need more, baby, please,” I whimper.

  Max’s fingers grip my breast even harder and I shiver in delight at the slight pain, knowing that t
omorrow they’ll be fingertip bruises marring my skin.

  I watch as his jaw hardens and then the hand beside my head moves and wraps around my neck, his fingers grasping my hair and pulling it slightly, making my neck and back arch.

  “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he murmurs.

  He lowers slightly, pressing and pounding into me with wild, hard, crazy abandon. I come. Without warning, it rushes through me on a scream.

  My entire body starts to shake violently, and then I hear Max roar above me as his release does the same, washing over him. He withdraws his hold on me and slumps against me, his body pushing mine into the sofa, his cock still planted inside as his mouth presses kisses to my neck.

  “Fuck, sweetness. Best pussy I ever had,” he murmurs against my sweat soaked skin. I wrap my arms and legs around his back and give him a squeeze, which causes him to grunt against me. “I wear you out enough to sleep?”

  “I don’t know yet,” I say, trying not to laugh.

  “Fuck,” he hisses.

  I can’t help myself, and I start to giggle. Unfortunately, when I do, I lose his cock, and he slips from me.

  “Probably shouldn’t have done this,” he murmurs unmoving, still pressing close to me.

  “Probably not,” I admit on a sigh.

  “Best fuck I ever had. Not lookin’ forward to loose pussy again,” he grunts.

  I don’t know if I should be gloating at his compliment or kinda skeeved out. I decide to be a mix of both.

  “We’re drunk,” I state.

  “Yeah, we are,” he mutters. “Sleep, sweetness.”

  For the first time since I slept in the little house I lived in with Kentlee, I sleep—peacefully.

  I close my eyes, still wrapped around and wrapped up in this big, burly man, his beard scraping my neck and chest, his cum leaking from me onto his leather couch. I’m on the run from an asshole, and yet I’ve never felt so safe—never felt so cherished.

  My eyes pop open and I see nothing but a mass of black fill my vision. I shift my leg and feel the smooth skin of a woman’s thigh beneath me. I close my eyes again as visions of Mary-Anne’s sexy, lithe body underneath mine, taking my cock, and coming so fucking hard it made her entire body shake, fill my mind. I move my hand from where it’s resting on her stomach to cup her breast, soft, small, but plenty enough for my hand to grab a hold of, and I gently squeeze her.

  “Max,” she sighs.

  “Mornin’,” I murmur as I press my lips to her shoulder. I’m thankful her sigh is sweet and soft and not panicked and full of regret.

  Mary-Anne gently rolls her body to face me, her thigh between mine and pressed close to me on this narrow couch. I want for nothing else but to be in a big ass bed with her spread out for me. I shift back to give her some more room, my eyes focusing on the blue of hers, so beautiful and lazy with sleep.

  “I like it when you touch me,” she whispers, sounding hesitant and unsure—innocent even.

  Fuck.

  I shouldn’t be anywhere near a woman who has even an ounce of innocence to her. Not the kind of man I am; not with the shit I’ve seen, the shit I’ve done—the shit I enjoy doing. I tuck her hair behind her ear, my eyes taking in her soft features.

  It’s been so long since I’ve had a good woman naked and beside me, I don’t know quite how to act, especially since she really shouldn’t be here. I feel like a shit, like I took advantage of her vulnerabilities last night. But I’m finding it hard to feel guilty at the same time.

  “Like touchin’ you, sweetness,” I murmur as I pull her even more on top of me.

  I move my body underneath hers so that she’s resting her chest against mine, those soft tits pressed against me.

  “I feel like I should regret last night, or at least tell you it won’t happen again,” she whispers.

  I keep my eyes focused on her, watching her and waiting to see what she’s going to say next. I find that I never know. She’s kept me guessing since I picked her up, and it intrigues me.

  “But I liked it, Max. I liked it a hell of a lot,” she says breathlessly.

  My cock, once at half-mast, stands at full attention. I’m sure she can feel it resting against her pussy, too.

  “Feelin’ the same way, Mary-Anne,” I admit.

  “I want more,” she breathes as she reaches down between us.

  She lifts her body before she sits up and slowly slides down on my dick.

  “It’s yours. Take it,” I groan.

  I circle my hands around her small waist as she sits completely up and leans back, her hands resting on the tops of my thighs. She’s absolutely gorgeous, a sight like I’ve never seen before. She shivers when I brush my thumbs along the underside of her breasts, feeling the silkiness of her creamy skin.

  “You feel so good inside of me,” she moans throwing her head back. I let out my own groan when the ends of her long hair brush against my balls.

  I move one of my hands from her waist and slide my thumb inside of my mouth, wetting it before I press it against her clit. I grin when she sucks in a breath and lifts her head up, her mouth parted and her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Max,” she gasps.

  “Fuck me, Mary-Anne, anyway you want it, give it to me,” I grunt as I rub firm circles against her sweet, little clit.

  Her whole body shivers and her eyes dilate before she starts to really ride me. She closes her eyes and tips her head back as I continue to stroke her clit. I feel her pussy flutter around me, tightening, and growing even wetter with each move of her body and my thumb, a perfect rhythm timed together.

  “I’m so close,” she whispers as her knees tighten against my hips.

  I don’t stop, my movements becoming a bit rougher and my fingers digging into her waist a little harder. I thrust up as she comes down, on the edge of release myself, knowing that she’s going to strangle my cock even tighter than she already is when she comes.

  “Come, sweetness,” I grind out, trying to hold myself back, unable to look away from the beautiful vision that she is perched on my dick, riding me like I’m a fuckin’ god.

  “Oh, my god,” she moans, before she starts to shake and her pussy clamps down around my cock.

  Her body freezes but I can’t hold myself back, I can’t watch her come undone and not fuck that beautiful pussy. I move my hands to her hips, gripping her before I place my feet on the sofa for leverage. I then lift my hips and fuck her. I don’t hold back. There’s no reason to. I know she can take what I can give her, last night is proof of that. It doesn’t take me long before I’m shouting out with my own release, filling her with my cum before she falls on top of me in exhaustion.

  “Oh, shit, Max,” she murmurs against my neck.

  “Fucking hell, Mary,” I say, wrapping my hands around her back.

  We don’t say anything for a while. I run my fingers up her back and down to her ass, repeating my movements over and over while she nuzzles my neck, my dick still inside of her, but softening more with each passing minute.

  “I’m sticking with my we probably shouldn’t have done this statement, but still liking the way you touch me, Max,” she whispers against my neck.

  “I’m feeling the same way, sweetness,” I grunt, holding her even closer to me.

  I don’t know what the future will hold. I don’t even know what later today will bring, but I do know that right now, there’s something about her that makes me want to find out more. I feel differently when I look at her than I have any other woman in my entire life. That means something. What? I don’t know—but I aim to find out.

  A knock on the door interrupts our… cuddling. That’s exactly what we were doing, too—post-coital cuddling. I’ve never done that before, not with any man I’ve ever been with.

  I bite my lip, trying to hide my grin at the fact that big, scary, MadDog Max is a cuddler.

  He taps my ass and then shifts me so that I’m on the couch and he’s up and grabbing his pants, pulling them over his strong legs and tight ass
before he tosses his discarded t-shirt to me. I slip it on over my naked body and watch him walk to the door.

  With his hand on the knob, he turns back to look at me, his eyes roaming over me before he nods once and then opens the door, just wide enough to fit half of his body through.

  “Yeah, five minutes,” I hear him say, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through the silent room.

  He turns around, locking the door behind him, and then silently gathers all of our discarded articles of clothing from the night before.

  “Got church in five,” he mutters as he hands me my clothes.

  “About me?” I ask.

  “No, babe, something else. You go ahead and go on to my room. You can shower there and get some sleep,” he says as he puts on his socks and boots, his attention obviously on something else entirely. He’s completely distracted.

  I decide to change back into my clothes. I watch as he makes his way over to his desk while I change, sitting down in his chair and gathering some papers from his desk drawers. He doesn’t even realize that I’m here anymore. Oddly, it makes me feel inconsequential, and for a moment, I was feeling pretty special while I was in his arms.

  I walk over to him once I’m completely dressed and extend my arm, his shirt dangling from my fingers toward him. Max looks up and his brows knit in confusion as he tentatively takes the shirt from my hand. Then he turns, and before I can react, he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me between his spread thighs.

  “You okay there, sweetness?” he asks, looking up at me from his seated position.

  I nod, unsure of my feelings in this exact moment. Physically, I’m great. Mentally and emotionally, I’m confused and a little scared.

  “I’ll see you later, yeah?” he murmurs. I nod again, not sure what to say. “We’ll go get some food after church. Then we’ll sort you out.”

  “Sort me out?” I ask, finally speaking.

  “Yeah. You hopped on my bike without anything to wear, without anything but your purse. You’re gonna need clothes and all that shit that women need,” he says, his voice gentle and soothing as his thumbs rub circles against my hip bones.