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“Drax told you how we all met, but he never told you why.

My mum was a whore, I never even knew who my dad was.

She wasn't a bad person, just distant. It was hard for her to raise a baby while still trying to work. I used to have to lay in bed at night as her clients came by. One night, I was only nine, one of them got rough. I ran in and used the bat she kept for safety. Between us, we ran him off...”

“What happened?” I ask, his face is distant as if reliving it even now.

“He came back. I was asleep. He brought his friends.

They beat her and dragged me out of my bed.

The bastard made me watch as he hurt her.

She was barely conscious but she told me to run.

She used the last of her strength to attack him.

It offered me a distraction. I slipped out of his friend's hands and under the table.

I ran to the door, but I couldn't leave her. I looked back, but there was so much blood and the men were coming towards me.” He breathes in, his eyes locking on mine, filled with ghosts.

“I left her there, I ran away and left her to die. By the time I got the local wardens to come, it was too late.”

“Maxen-”

“I lived on the streets after that, and that's when I met them.” He jerks his head inside, and I can see the love he has for his brothers.

“You love them.”

He nods, before slipping out of his relaxed position. I watch him hungrily, his story not dampening my need for him. One which he only fuelled the other day.

“I would die for them, they are my family.”

He stops in front of me, cupping my face.

“I can’t stop thinking. I’m worried I'm going to get you all killed. This mission is crazy and none of your business.” I don't let myself look away. I let my weakness come to the front. “But I want you with me.”

“We are coming with you, like it or not. You can't get rid of us.”

How do I make him understand all the worries and thoughts rattling around? Unable to let them go, my control too tight?

“I can't stop. My mind won’t switch off.”

“Then let me help you.”

“How?” I ask, looking into his eyes like he is my saviour.

“I’ll get you out of your head for a while.”

His lips descend to mine, and he kisses me softly. I steady myself on his shoulders as I kiss him back. He sucks on my bottom lip, making my nails dig into his shoulder. All the tension, teasing, and need have me groaning into his mouth. I won’t hold back this time. I made that choice tonight.

Still kissing me, he picks me up and puts me on the stone railing, his hands running up from my parted thighs to the sides of my breasts. He moves between my legs, as his hands reach my face.

He cups it softly as his kiss turns brutal, making me ache with need as he devours my mouth.

I break away panting, as he continues to kiss down my face to my throat.

I arch it to the side for him. He pulls away, and his hands move to my jeans, flicking open the button.

Making sure to watch me, he slowly pulls down the zipper.

Bracing on my hands, I let him pull them off along with my panties.

He moves back between my legs, his rough trousers grinding into my pussy as he smashes his lips to mine.

His hands make short work of my top, and soon I am naked before him. He pulls away again and steps back, drinking in my body. It makes sense I would have Maxen first. My rock, the man who pushes me. I know he will catch me when I fall, and right now all I want is to lose myself in him.

“Take your pants off,” I order. He grins, but slowly unbuttons them. They fall to the floor, showing me bare skin. He’s naked under them, his long thick length standing proudly between his legs.

He moves fast, slamming his lips to mine as he parts my legs further. His hands seem to be all over, one flicking and playing with my nipple until I am moaning and arching into his touch, needing more. The other drawing circles on my inner thigh, so close to where I need him.

His lips leave mine, and my head drops back, my eyes on the stars above us as his lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks until I am gripping his hair harshly.

“Maxen, fuck,” I moan.

His fingers finally move where I need them. He lightly runs them over my pussy, making it clench in anticipation. He smiles against my breast as he circles my clit with that same maddening control.

“If you don't fucking-”

I cry out as he flicks my clit. He rubs it in circles as I move against his hand. Before I can swear at him again, he slips a finger in me, stretching me before another joins in. He doesn't give me time to get used to them before he is fucking me shallowly.

Even though I am here in the moment, my control still stays with me. His mouth leaves my breast, as he finger fucks me.

“Let go,” he growls.

“I don't know how,” I plead as I arch up into his hands. He brutally bites my neck, making my pussy clench around his fingers.

“You will. I want all of you. I want that careful control gone until you’re wild for me. Until you’re riding my cock, your cries filling the air as you come.”

His dirty words have me moaning. I start riding his fingers as they turn harder and faster. But still I need more, I need him.

“I need you in me,” I say breathlessly. He continues to fuck me with his fingers and I grab his hair. Pulling his head up, I dart forward and bite his neck like he did to me.

“In me, now,” I order.

Something in him snaps, and as I pull away, panting, his eyes turn deadly. I drop my head back as his fingers pull out of me, leaving me empty. I feel him line his cock up at my entrance, as my pussy begs for him.

He grabs my throat, the pressure bordering on pain, but it’s enough for me to shed that last bit of control.

To leave him fully in charge. Using his handle on me, he pulls my head back up to look at him.

As our eyes connect, he thrusts into me punishingly, squeezing my throat at the same time.

I couldn't cry out even if I wanted to, and knowing the others are in the other room only adds to the thrill.

All I can do is sit and take it as our eyes stay locked and he fucks me, rough and hard like the man himself, his eyes smouldering as they watch me.

I arch into him, increasing the pressure and he groans before pulling out.

Snapping my head up I move quickly, jumping down from the railing and jumping him, pinning him to the cold stone floor. Leaving him at my mercy.

I grin down at him, my dark side coming out to play. I don’t worry about hurting him, or him being scared. In fact, his eyes are telling me to give him everything. I plan to do exactly that.

I grab his cock with one hand, as I line him up. I keep my eyes on him as I slowly slide him in. When he bottoms out I moan, my head falling back to appreciate the full feeling.

His hands grab my hips, bruising in their grip. It has me tightening around him and he groans before moving me. I start to help him, riding him hard and fast, chasing my orgasm. He helps me, but lets me do what I want to him.

I can feel it building, winding me tighter and tighter and when he flicks my clit, I come with a moan. He thrusts into me through my orgasm and while I am riding the high, he flips us.

Blinking to bring myself back to earth, I lay my head back on the stone.

“My turn, Mi Alma.”

He fucks me hard and fast, his hips slamming into mine as he holds me. I’m soon winding back up again, my pussy milking him as he brands me. My nails scratch down his back, trying to pull him as close as possible to me. Grabbing my face, he clenches my jaw, making my eyes open to meet his.

“Look at me as you come, Mi Alma. Watch me as I make you mine.”

I cry out as I come again. He watches me the whole time before his thrusts turn harsher. He comes with a roar, me watching him like he did me.

We lay panting underneath the stars, our eyes locked together.

Clapping has me looking over his shoulder to see Drax at the doorway.

“Well, that was quite the show. Shall I show you how much better I am now?”

I groan and lay my head back, my body shaking with the aftershocks.

Eventually, I leave the boys to it and slip away to clean up.

The truth is I need a minute away from Maxen’s intensity and Drax’s laid-back attitude.

I'm not running, not this time. Just a breather.

I flick on the bathroom light and have a quick wash in the sink.

My skin is glistening with sweat as I smile at myself in the mirror.

Maxen was right though, he did get me out of my head for a while.

I'm just drying off when the door opens. Drax slips in and leans against it, his cocky smile in place.

“I’m hurt darling, I thought I would be your first,” he pouts at me before his eyes drop to my body. He slowly checks me out, and when his eyes reach mine they are alight with lust. My pussy pulses, and I nearly groan.

“Maybe you're just not as hot as you think you are,” I say, slowly drying off, letting him watch as I run the towel over my skin. His eyes follow it greedily.

“Keep telling yourself that babe, now at least kiss me goodnight.”

Dropping the towel, I saunter towards him, I use his chest to balance before bringing his head down to mine .

“All you had to do was ask,” I murmur against his lips. I lick along the seam and he moans. Grinning, I nibble on his plump lower lip.

“Wouldn't you prefer a different kind of kiss goodnight?” I ask softly against his lips.

Pulling back, I meet his unfocused eyes.

“Wha-What did you have in mind?” he asks, his voice rough and needy.

I drop to my knees in front of him, and his eyes widen.

I have to swallow a little of my pride, but I trust Drax and if his breathing is anything to go by, this should be fun.

I don't ever really do this, it leaves you too vulnerable, too little control.

But since I am throwing everything else out the window, why not this too?