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Revived (The Dungeon Black Duology 2)

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Max’s dark grin faded. “Show you?”

Sean nodded. Stepped closer. “Make me see.”

Leery, Max regarded him. “Right fucking now?”

“Yes.”

“Sean…”

“Please.”

Max stared at him, frowning. His timbre dipped low. “I’d make you suffer.” His dark gaze hooded. “Wouldn’t show a lick of fucking mercy.”

Oh, God. His words. His tone. That stare. Sean’s insides went wild. Nothing excited him like Max. He could already feel his heartbeat in his dick. His breath quickened. His head spun, shifting him to sub mode. “I know, Sir… I know you. Please show me… Just this once.”

Max’s green eyes flashed fire. Sean could see his inner conflict. “I’m a bastard, a stór. This is it. Final warning. If you start this shit, you don’t get to stop it.”

Holy fucking shit balls. Max was actually going to do it.

Sean sank to his knees. “Understood.”

ELEVEN

Motherfucker.

This was so not a good idea.

Max rubbed his mouth and gazed down at Sean’s head, eyeing his sub as his sub eyed the floor. How in the hell had this happened? One minute he was diligently sanding away, the next, Sean had him locked in a kiss. And now? Now the kid was on his fucking knees, pleading for Max to do with him as he wished.

And Max wished to do a lot. Till Sean begged him to stop…

Fuck. Max scrubbed his face. This wasn’t a good idea at all. Especially considering what he’d deduced from their last session. That it was all a friggin’ farce, that big fat lie he’d cooked up, convincing himself that what he felt for Sean was “other.” Not romantic attraction, not emotional attachment, but instead some unique Dom-sub chemistry. Something most people never experienced in their entire life. Rare, even in the BDSM community.

The truth busted free, though, when Sean asked Max to date him—and deep down Max wanted to oblige. Not that he would, not in this lifetime at least, but the reality of it all had still jarred him. And put him in one severely cranky mood. One, because it felt like a dunce smack to the back of the head, but especially because it’d just dumped his dumb-fuck ass into a predicament he had no idea how to fix. God knew, Sean was a fierce little force to begin with, but if he ever even got an inkling of Max’s feelings, he’d tackle Max’s ass in a heartbeat.

An inkling of Max’s feelings. Kind of like what Sean had been fishing for when he’d stolen that stupid kiss. The little shit. Max should put him over his knee right now. Show him what happens to bad little subs who take from their Doms without permission. Because Max definitely hadn’t planned on ever giving Sean that kiss. No fucking way in hell. But shit, when those warm lips slammed into his, Max’s brain just kind of went all rumbly-purry…

He’d tried to resist, to just stand there and give nothing. Knew better than to shove Sean away. Hell, if he had, Sean would’ve definitely used it against him. Claimed Max was scared to kiss him back. Scared. Did Sean not know his Dom at all? So Max opted to wait it out, as hard as that was, and had actually been faring pretty well. Until Sean emitted that incredible sound… All Max remembered was some internal roar, then him slamming Sean against the wall and pinning his body. Taking control, commandeering his mouth. Giving Sean what he wanted and more. Which in hindsight was stupid, but he’d stopped fucking thinking, like his brain had handed the wheel to his body. And for those handful of moments, it’d been awesome. Truth be told, Max couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed a guy outside of his dungeon.

Max instantly frowned on the heels of that thought. Because yes, he could. He could remember. The last time had been with Kevin. In Max’s room. That night. When he’d given his boyfriend a kiss for good luck as Kevin headed off to come clean with his parents…

Max’s chest clenched tight, then so did his jaw.

Worst fucking night of his entire existence.

He glanced back down at Sean’s crown of gold locks. What on earth was he fucking doing, agreeing to humor Sean like this? Was he crazy? Freaking losing it? Because this shit was beyond dumb. On way too many levels to even count. But he’d already agreed and backing down would look weak. Indecisive and shit. Not to mention a tease. None of which were Max, so he’d stay the course. A course he supposed did have one positive side; the chance to make Sean smell the fucking coffee. To show him that one-hour tailored specifically for him was way different than unceasing submission. Especially with someone like Max at the helm whose appetite for kink was insatiable. Something Sean should probably know right off the bat so he didn’t keep hounding Max forever.


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