Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
But then he shoved said finger into Sean’s mouth, along with a couple of its counterparts. Which alone hadn’t seemed all that terribly bizarre—until Kai started talking like Sean was sucking his dick. Even got his hips moving like Sean was doing the deed. Interesting to say the least. Kai certainly seemed to have an eager imagination. And since everyone has their kinks, no harm no foul.
Still, Sean couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something. Especially when not sixty seconds ago—and totally out of left field—Kai knifed him in the chest by bringing Max into it. Not that Max had ever really left his mind—he’d been praying Max would come back since the moment he left. But seriously, what the hell? Why throw in Sean’s ex? He sure as shit didn’t want to talk about the man, let alone admit that he still wanted him. Fuck that. Not with Max watching. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction.
Either way, Sean should’ve lied now that he knew Max still cared. A mean little cheap shot right to the ribs. A “fuck you very much” for being a dick. But just moments ago, when Kai insisted Sean answer his question, Sean just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t lie. Had to tell the truth. Own his feelings. Even as it tore him back open.
Which brought Sean to where he lingered now, chest aching as he waited for Kai’s reaction.
Kai grinned. “Him, you say.” He glanced to his right, as if itching to peer over his shoulder at the two-way. “Not surprising, I suppose, since he’s all that you’ve known. But don’t worry, I’m gonna show you so much more right now.” Leaning down, he pulled Sean closer by the ropes crisscrossing his pecs. “Starting with a kiss you’ll never forget.”
Sean’s eyes flared wide. His heart got back to racing. He didn’t want Kai’s mouth on his. He only wanted Max’s. He turned his head before he could stop himself. Kai paused and looked at him, just inches away. “Give me your lips, sub.”
Sean hesitated. “Sir.”
Kai smirked. Eased closer. “You don’t want your Dom’s kiss?”
Sean started to panic. What the fuck was wrong with him? Kai was completely gorgeous. And utterly cool. Seriously? Was Sean nuts? Was he losing it?
No. He was in love. With the man behind that glass. The same man who was watching Kai touch Sean as he pleased. The very same man who’d given him away.
Dejection filled him, yet still, Sean shook his head. “I... I can’t.”
Kai’s eyes flashed. “Yes, you can… Don’t worry, little flower. I’m gonna make you forget all about him. Make you crave only my touch.”
But when he dipped down to finally capture Sean’s mouth, the door flew open and slammed into the wall.
“Like hell you will,” Max snarled, voice guttural, eyes feral.
Sean’s jaw dropped open.
Kai merely straightened and zipped his fly. “Our session isn’t over.”
Max stalked over. “Yes, it is.”
Holy shit. He was vibrating. Sean could literally see him shaking. Kai pulled Sean upright, then stepped out of the way as Max dropped down to his haunches at Sean’s side.
“Deep breath,” he rasped, palming Sean’s back with one hand.
Sean stared at him warily, but did as Max commanded. Max released and tossed both nipple clamps just like that.
“Aaahhh!!” Sean howled, jerking backward in pain, vicious shards roaring through his pecs. If Max hadn’t been holding him, Sean would’ve slammed into the ground. Probably would’ve nailed his frickin’ head. Hurt so fucking bad. Sean grimaced and twisted sideways, instinctively burying his face into Max’s chest. “Fuck—Goddamn it—” he panted. “Max—Shit—”
Max didn’t say a word, though. Just gripped Sean’s jaw from beneath. Gripped it, then cranked it upward and claimed Sean’s mouth. Hard and feverish, lips aggressive and restless. Sean’s mind screeched to a halt, all thought skidding off course as every ounce of awareness cut to Max. He’d come back, he’d saved Sean, and now he was kissing him.
Holy shit. Every lick of this pain—so worth it.
But right as Sean started to heatedly kiss him back, Max pulled away with a hiss and averted his gaze. Down to his hand where he clutched a pocketknife, immediately getting to work on Sean’s binds. Didn’t ask Kai to untie him. And Kai didn’t offer. Just stood back and watched Max knife through his masterpiece.
A few seconds later, Sean was completely free. A second more and he was tugged to his feet.
Max gripped his shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m sorry, Sean. I tried. God, I tried. But I couldn’t.” His eyes turned distraught. His brows pinched in anguish. “It made me fucking crazy. Made me wanna beat Kai’s ass.” His jaw ticked. “I can’t,” he croaked. “I just fucking can’t.”
Sean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It had really truly worked. Seeing Sean with another man had finally gotten through to him. And goddamn, not a minute too soon.