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“Well, I’ll never tire of hearing that.”

ChapterThirty-Four

JOEY

Max’s eyes dance with delight and mischief as he stalks across my bedroom toward me.

“What are you up to, DiMarco?”

“I have a gift for you, baby girl.”

I clap my hands together and fake squeal, batting my eyelashes at him and playing up the spoiled brat persona he seems to enjoy so much. “I love presents. Did you get this while you were out earlier?”

“I did.” He holds out his clenched fist and arches an eyebrow. “And you’re going to love this. Promise.”

“What is it?”

He turns his hand and opens it, palm side up, revealing the small round metal orb with a jewel on the end. “Max, is that a…”

“It sure is.”

“Why have you brought me a butt plug, and where did you get it from?” I whisper.

His expression darkens as he wraps an arm around my waist and yanks my body against his. His cock is hard, and he drags me over his length, making me shiver. “I came back here on the bike, and I took a quick detour to a store that sells all manner of things I’m going to enjoy using on you, baby. And I got this for you because tonight I’m going to fuck your virgin ass, and because I love you so fucking much, I’m going to let you wear this all evening to get you ready for my cock.”

I look down at the plug in his hand. It’s about the size of a fat nail polish bottle, and the thought of it anywhere near my ass makes my cheeks clench, but it’s tiny compared to Max. “I don’t think that’s going to help, Max. I mean you’re way bigger than that plug. I have no idea how you’re going to get that thing inside me, so I don’t think you’ll ever fit.”

He presses his lips to my ear and goosebumps prickle along my forearms. “I’ll fit, baby. I’m fucking your ass tonight, and you’re going to scream my goddamn name when I do.”

I swallow the knot of anxiety lodged in my throat. I don’t want him to see how nervous I am. “You want me to wear that all through dinner though?”

We’re having dinner with my entire family, the new head of the Chicago Bratva and his wife—Dmitri and Ivanka—and his younger brother and second-in-command, Kyzen. I’m not sure I want to spend the entire evening wearing a butt plug. What if it’s uncomfortable? Or what if it’s hot and I’m a trembling mess at the table?

“It will make it easier later for you, baby girl. But…if you’re not up to the challenge?” he says with a shrug.

Dammit!Well played, DiMarco. “Of course I am.”

His eyes twinkle as he grins wickedly. “Open your mouth.”

I do as he says, and he slips the plug between my lips. “You’re going to want to make that nice and wet, Joey.”

I close my lips around it and suck softly, coating it in as much saliva as I can. When he’s satisfied that I’ve done enough, he tugs the end gently until I release it and pulls it out of my mouth, a string of spit going with it. “Fuck me, you’re hot,” he says. His lips curl into a smile.

I lick my lips clean, suppressing a satisfied smile as I stare into his dark eyes.

“Turn around and bend over the bed.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, I do as he asks, planting my palms flat on the bed. His strong hands brush over my thighs and he pushes my skirt up. I bite my lip to stifle a giggle as I think about what he’s about to find. Sure enough, when his hands skim the bare skin of my ass, a loud growl rumbles through him. “Where the fuck are your panties, Joey?”

“I didn’t feel like wearing any today.”

“No?” He pushes my skirt up higher and smacks my ass hard. “Such a naughty little slut.”

Heat sears across my backside, sending pleasure rolling up my spine. “Am not.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, palms spreading the cheeks of my ass. “We may need a little more lube, baby.” Then he drops to his knees, and the next thing I feel is his soft wet tongue against my skin.

“Max,” I gasp as warmth pools in my core.