Rough & Ruthless (Notorious Devils Book 4)

by Hayley Faiman

  I start to stand, stripping out of his t-shirt and throwing it across the room. Then I shimmy my jeans and panties off—thankful to be rid of them. I strip out of my bra next, flinging it somewhere behind me, to join the rest of my clothes.

  “So goddamn beautiful, sweetness,” Max murmurs.

  He lifts his hand and his fingers trail down the center of my chest to my stomach, just a whisper of a touch that sends chills over my body.

  “Max,” I breathe.

  I need him inside of me. The way he’s touching me and the way he’s looking at me is too much. My body is too hot, burning from the inside out. I need some relief. His fingers continue to travel down my body, and without warning, two fingers slide inside of me in one quick thrust. I gasp in surprise, wrapping my hands around his shoulders to keep from falling down.

  “This hot pussy is mine,” he says, his voice in a deep rumble.

  I don’t get a chance to respond, though I don’t know what to say anyway, before he removes his hand and picks me up, throwing me on the bed. I bounce once, my legs hanging over the edge as I sit and wait for him to join me. Max slowly strips out of his cut, carefully placing it on top of his dresser before he takes the rest of his clothes off.

  “Show me what’s mine, Mary-Anne,” he grunts as he wraps his hand around his semi-hard cock.

  My eyes watch as he starts to stroke himself in front of me. My legs move of their own volition, widening as I place my feet on the bed rails for balance. Max’s focus is on my center, my extremely exposed center, and I can’t help the way my body reacts. I feel wanted and sexy, hot and wet, all for him. I’ve never felt this way for another man in all of my life.

  Then, to my surprise, he walks over to me and drops to his own knees. He looks up at me through his heavy lids, his blue eyes barely visible beneath his thick lashes.

  “Tell me you’re mine, Mary,” he murmurs, his hot breath washing over my skin.

  My body knows it’s his; I can tell by the way it reacts to just a simple look from him. I shouldn’t tell him, because this isn’t something that will last, but I already know that I am, indeed, his. He’s got me, and I don’t want to go anywhere else, or be with anybody else.

  I’m his.

  As stupid as it is.

  I’m his.

  “I’m yours, Max,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his.

  I don’t say anything else to her, my mouth too busy eating her fucking perfect pussy. She’s so turned on, I can taste it; and I’m so close to orgasming just at the first lick of her wet, hot center. She tastes that fucking good right now.

  I suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue as my hands travel up the length of her long legs. I yank her closer, almost pulling her off of the edge of the bed, her legs dangling beside me.

  “Oh, shit,” she breathes above me. That’s when her body starts to react on instinct.

  Mary’s hands dive in my hair and she grinds her hot cunt against my face, grazing my beard, needing what I give her to come. I let her take what she wants. I don’t try to control this, never this, never her body’s natural response. It’s too fucking beautiful to try and control.

  “I’m going to come, Max. Oh, fuck,” she shouts. I lift my eyes so that I can watch her.

  My tongue, teeth, and mouth never leave her sweet pussy. I watch as her head falls back and feel her body tighten, tasting her release when she lets out a long soft moan.

  I don’t let her bask in her climax for long, maybe half a second, before I flip her over and wrench her hips back. Holding her suspended in the air with my strength alone, I sink my cock into her tight cunt. Fuck me, it’s tight too, still pulsing from her release.

  “Too much,” she tries to mutter. I silence her with a slap to her tight ass.

  I hold her hips still while I watch my cock pound into her tight heat. It’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen—my dick wet with her release, sliding in and out of her snug cunt, her long hair down her back. I shift her forward so that her knees can rest on the bed, and I spread her ass cheeks apart slightly, so I can see that perfect fuckin’ asshole of hers.

  “Touch yourself,” I grunt as I continue to thrust in and out of her, not slowing my harsh pace.

  She sobs into the mattress, but I feel her fingers graze my balls before she starts to rub her clit. It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing back against me, her body climbing again. Her pussy tightens around my dick, and I throw my head back with a groan.

  “You need to come,” I moan, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, surely bruising her soft skin.

  “Oh, shit,” she says as her legs start to shake.

  I feel her pussy clamp down around me, and with one more hard, deep thrust, I spill my release inside of her.

  It takes me a minute to recover, and that’s when I see her body shaking and hear her sobs. I quickly release her and roll her over before I climb on the bed, pulling her with me and dragging her body over to mine.

  “Mary-Anne, what the fuck?” I ask as she buries her face into my neck, her tears mixing with the sweat of my body.

  “I don’t know,” she whispers as she tries to calm herself.

  I stroke her hair and wait. When she lifts her head and her red rimmed eyes meet mine, I swear my fuckin’ heart cracks at the sight.

  My eyes roam her face as I wait for her to speak. I want to force her, but she doesn’t say anything right away. Then, when she does, I swear to fuck, it makes me fall for her a little deeper.

  “I’ve never, never had a man like you, Max,” she whispers. “I’ve never had someone who treated me with kindness the way you have, in and out of bed. Kyle pretended to be nice, but that didn’t last long. I can tell you’re genuine. There are no games here, and it just feels so good.”

  “No games, sweetness,” I murmur cupping her cheek. “I’ll always be real with you, one hundred percent.” I dip down and press my lips to her sweet swollen ones.

  “Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.

  “Sleep a little, Mary. Then I’ll get some dinner in you,” I murmur, holding her close to me.

  She wraps her arm around my stomach and curls into me. Her whole body pressing against mine. I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s weight against me as much as I do right now. I feel when her body gets heavy and she finally finds sleep. I don’t close my eyes, though. Instead, I think about the things she’s said. She’s very telling with just a few words.

  No man has ever treated her with kindness, not in a relationship, and certainly not her father. Bates is probably the only man that’s been a positive in her life, and it makes my stomach twist. She’s so beautiful, and so fuckin’ sweet, how could anybody treat her badly or want to hurt her?

  I let out a sigh and look to the ceiling. I have to tread carefully with Mary-Anne, handle her with care and check my temper at the door. It’s going to be a challenge for me, but seeing her happy, that will make it all worth it.

  I wake with a start and look around, unsure of my surrounds. Then my eyes hit all of the shopping bags on the floor, and it all comes flooding back to me. I roll over to find that I’m alone in bed.

  Last night after a nap, Max had a prospect pick up some pizzas and we lounged in bed, naked, and ate. I’d never done that before. It was fun. We didn’t watch television or do anything other than talk. I could talk to Max for hours. He’s attentive and he listens. Not even my brother, who is probably the best man I know, listens when I speak.

  My phone dances on the nightstand and I reach for it. I make sure to look at the name and smile when I see that it’s Bates—speak of the devil.

  “Hello,” I murmur.

  “Where you at?” he asks, sounding busy.

  “I just woke up,” I announce, avoiding his question like the plague.

  “You sound off,” he mutters distractedly.

  I love my brother, I really do, but he wouldn’t know if I sounded off or not. I’ve been lying to him and omitting pieces of my life sinc
e I was a little girl. He would never know anything about me if I didn’t tell him. Not that I’m angry about it, I’m not. I omit and lie for a good reason. He’s been through enough in his life. I’m his little sister, but he’s not responsible for taking care of me. He needs to live his own life.

  “I’m fine. What’s up, Bates?”

  “It’s been a while since you’ve been home. You and Kyle could come on up for Jelena’s birthday next month?”

  I think about his question, wondering if I can keep the fact that Kyle and I aren’t together anymore a secret or not. I quickly decide that I need to at least tell him that we broke up. That way, it won’t be a big giant lie that I’ve run from him, just a tiny one. A little white lie, perhaps.

  “Kyle and I aren’t together anymore, but I would love to come to Jelena’s party,” I say.

  Jelena Lukin, my niece. She’s named after me, my middle name being Jelena, and she could be my daughter in the looks department as well. She didn’t get anything from her mother, other than her little attitude—that is all Brentlee.

  “What happened? I like that guy; good head on his shoulders, and successful as shit.”

  I make a noise in the back of my throat and try my hardest to bite my tongue. If I told Bates the truth, he’d go crazy, and I can’t have him worrying over me. His connections with MadDog’s club are all I need. The rest, I can handle on my own.

  “It just wasn’t working, Bates. I’m fine. Actually, I’m more than fine. I’m happy,” I say brightly.

  The door swings open and I watch Max walk through, his jeans, painted on like they were made just for him, his shirt, tight to show off his muscles, and his cut, beat up and worn. His hair is damp, which means he’s obviously taken a shower this morning, and he’s carrying a tiny white bag and a coffee. He smirks at me before he continues his saunter over to my side.

  “You need anything, you let me know,” my brother announces. “Think about coming to the party. I’ll pay for your flight or whatever. The girls wanna see their aunt. I wanna see you, make sure you’re as good as you claim to be,” he says, his voice deep and sweet, the way he gets when he’s talking to me, his daughters, or Brentlee.

  “I’ll try to make it. Give the girls hugs and kisses for me,” I say. He agrees before we end the call.

  “Sniper?” Max asks, handing me the cup of coffee.

  “I told him Kyle and I broke up, but nothing else,” I inform him as I take a sip of the sweet drink. “Carmel?” I ask with wide eyes.

  “Sweets for my sweetness,” he mutters, leaning down to place his lips on mine.

  “You’re cheesy. Keep doing that,” I whisper against his mouth. He throws back his head to laugh.

  “I sent a couple guys down to get your computer. They’ll be back with it in the morning,” he mutters, handing me the little white bag. I open it and sigh. A cheese Danish, my absolute favorite breakfast indulgence.

  “I love these,” I whisper, taking it out of the bag and holding it to my nose to smell it.

  “Glad for that, sweetness,” he says as his hand slides up the outside of my thigh, over the top of the sheet.

  “How long do you think I need to stay here. I really don’t think Kyle would even know where I am,” I say as I take a bite of the flaky Danish.

  “You can move into my place tomorrow night,” he shrugs.

  “Your place? Uh. No. I need to go back home.”

  “Fuck that,” he growls.

  “Not fuck that. I have a life that I need to get back to, an apartment,” I announce.

  Max casually takes my treat and my coffee from my hands and places them on the nightstand next to me. Then he rips the sheet off of my naked body before I’ve even realized exactly what’s happened.

  “You take this pussy from me, you take your pretty blue eyes, your soft as shit long hair, or your whispered words into the dark after I’ve fucked you so hard my dick aches—I’ll go back down there and drag your ass right back here,” he states.

  I stare at him in complete and utter shock. I’m not sure what to say or what to do.

  “What are you saying, Max?” I ask breathlessly.

  We’ve been screwing for a total of two days. This isn’t a relationship. This isn’t love. This is two people having fun.

  I bite the corner of my lip and think about that.

  Are we just two people having fun, or are we really two people developing feelings for each other? Just saying I want to leave makes my heart race with panic.

  So maybe there’s more to it than just fun, after all. He’s obviously feeling some kind of way, too, otherwise he wouldn’t care where I went, or why.

  “Think I made myself pretty fuckin’ clear,” he snorts as his hand skims my waist.

  He grabs my breast, palming me before he releases it and then plucks my nipple. My back arches and my eyes flutter closed at the sweet sensation.

  “Max,” I sigh.

  “You’re mine, and you can’t leave,” he grunts.

  “For how long?” I ask on a moan as I spread my thighs a little, wanting him to touch me there instead of playing with my breasts, even though it feels phenomenal.

  “For as long as it works,” he mutters before his mouth takes my hardened nipple, and his teeth gently bite down.

  “I need a more definitive answer than that if I’m going to uproot myself,” I sigh.

  Though, right now, I’d be willing to do just about anything for him to touch me.

  “You don’t fuck around with other men, you live in my house, and you take my cock,” he murmurs against my breast before he makes his way to my other one.

  “That sounds an awful lot like a relationship, Max,” I breathe, running my fingers through his hair and holding on as he practically feasts on my breast. Feels so fucking good, I almost lose track of our conversation.

  “Yeah, it’s something like that, sweetness,” he grunts.

  Then I feel him shift around on top of me as I hear his clothes rustle. Before I even open my eyes, he’s inside of me, completely to the hilt, and his gaze is focused on mine.

  “Something, huh?” I murmur, reaching up to cup his bearded cheek with my palm. “Does it mean that I’ll have all of you as well?” I ask.

  I know what kind of men these are. I know how some of them hold little regard for their lovers and spouses when it comes to fidelity.

  I need a man who is faithful to me.

  I was willing to settle for lackluster just to have that with Kyle.

  I can’t accept a man who comes home to me at night, but then screws other women. It would completely tear me apart inside. I won’t be like my mother. I won’t lie down and take whatever a man dishes out to me. I’m better than that.

  “You’ll have me, Mary. I know a good woman when I see her. I’m not about to let you run off,” he grinds out as he slides almost completely out of me and then gently thrusts back inside.

  Max fucks me slow, hard, and with purpose—his eyes never once leaving mine. He owns me, captivates me, and compels me to take a leap—jump without looking in any direction but his.

  I’m going to do this, this something with him. I’ll be his and he’ll be mine, and together we’ll figure out if this chemistry is only physical, or more.

  “Got him,” West says in my ear from the other end of the phone.

  My face widens in a grin. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

  “Bring him to the warehouse. Text me when he’s there,” I instruct. West confirms before he ends the call.

  That little bitch, Kyle, is mine. I’m going to make him suffer for laying a hand on Mary; for even suggesting he whore her out for his personal gain.

  I motion for Mike to bring me a beer, and within seconds, I’ve got one right in front of me. I take a pull and look around. This will be the last night I stay here for a while. I’m going to make a real effort with Mary-Anne, and that means coming home at night instead of being here. I have a perfectly good house. There’s no reason to l
ive down here, and it’d be nice to have a little privacy.

  I catch a glimpse of her as she walks toward me from the bedroom. I grin when I see her practically hiss with each step. Her pussy has to be fuckin’ aching, and I can’t help but feel anything other than victorious. She’s wearing some light colored jeans—with rips and tears all over them, rolled up at the ankle—and tall shoes that look like low cut boots. She’s got a t-shirt on, but it hugs her shape perfectly, showing off just how she’s built without showing off a bunch of skin.

  “Hey,” she whispers as she walks up next to me.

  I don’t respond with words. Instead, I reach out and wrap my arms around her, pulling her up onto my knee. I press my lips to her neck and whisper my own greeting.

  “Your pussy okay?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

  “You know it isn’t,” she hisses, looking over at me.

  “Want me to kiss it better?”

  “No. You’re not allowed to touch it for at least twenty-four hours. You’re banned,” she announces, acting as though she’s in control.

  It’s cute as fuck, but not gonna happen. I don’t respond except to motion to Mike for another beer. He brings two over for me. I push one into Mary’s hand and then take a pull from the fresh one. The night is still young, the music playing softly in the background, and a few guys are playing pool in the corner.

  “How many clubwhores do you have here?” Mary asks me mid-drink.

  I cough and try not to spit my beer all over her, not expecting the question. At all.

  “Why do you need to know that?” I ask as my hand drifts up her back and tangles into her hair.

  I don’t pull or yank on the stands, just feeling them slip through my rough fingers.

  “Just curious. Bates’ club didn’t have a ton, but they had all the strippers that might as well have been clubwhores,” she mumbles.

  “You sure know a lot for a girl who didn’t spend any time with the club,” I say, taking another pull of beer from my bottle.

  “I lived with Kentlee, and she worked at the Devils strip club,” Mary informs me.