“Bye, baby,love you,” he pants.
My whole body tenses, and I lean forward, ending the call so fast that his phone falls down onto the hardwood floor.
“Love you?”
The words taste like poison on my tongue, and I push Max down until his face is pressed into the bedspread.
“What did I tell you about saying the word?”
My thrusts get harder, and I wish I could hear how Max moans, but the ringing in my ears muffles everything else. I slide all the way out, watching how his hole clenches around the tip of my cock.
“Not—“he pants once I give him a moment to breathe, but his voice breaks when I slam back inside.
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I pull him up with me.
“Not allowed to say it.”
“Exactly.” I grind my hips against his ass, tightening my grip on his neck. “And why?”
“Causes problems.” He trips over his words, his body going lax in my grip.
“Better pray to your God she didn’t hear you.”
I slam Max back down, pounding into him with a force that has his tears soaking the bedspread.
“Gonna make me go bloody mad one day, sunshine,” I growl, snaking my free hand around his waist to lift him up until his back is pressed flush against my chest.
Slowing down for a moment, I reach for my gun, scrambling to unload it.
“You’d really let me do it?” I ask, using the muzzle of my gun to brush away a strand of hair that fell over his face. He nods, repeating my name like a prayer while I make sure to fuck him in a way I know makes him see stars.
“So fucking perfect for me,” I whisper, and when the trigger clicks, Max comes untouched.
Seconds later, my hips stutter as I fill him up. I slumpdown, burying his body under mine, enjoying the only moment I don’t have to worry about him.
Max mumbles something that sounds like he’s very pleased with himself, and just like every time, the crash is lethal. All of a sudden, he’s too warm, too close, too pliant.
“Go clean yourself up before you soak through the damn sheets.”
I roll myself off of him and stare at the ceiling while every breath and every beat of his heart makes me think of what could happen. I don’t want to lose him, but I also don’t want to fucking care about losing him.
Groaning, he pulls his pants up and shuffles over to the bathroom. It’s a parody of appearing miserable, and still, I follow him after having a short discussion with myself.
“Lily’s been a bit off, don’t you think? More antsy than usual.”
For an excruciating amount of time, the only sound in the bathroom is that of running water.
“Dunno,” Max says from behind the frosted glass of the shower.
“How’s your arm?” I ask, hoping for more than a one-word answer. Instead, I get nothing.
“I can take care of it if you want me to,” I offer as Max leaves the shower.
Now that all the blood and grime is gone, it doesn’t look half as bad as it did earlier. Maybe Max was right about downplaying it, but it doesn’t matter. The severity of any kind of injury on his body is for me to decide. He doesn’t know what’s good for him.
“You’re just getting off of seeing me flinch,” he says with a grin, pushing me aside to search the cabinet over the sink for a roll of gauze.
“Already got off plenty, thanks.”
