#sharper max

“I want out.”

Those were the three words that landed you in this position. You should be halfway across the state by now. You were instead underneath the one man you swore you wanted nothing to do with.

When you said those words to Max, you knew he wouldn’t let you leave. From the very beginning, he called you modern-day Bonnie and Clyde. He swore he’d be lost without you.

“Oh, jewel, you think I’d let you leave that easily?” His voice felt like ice running through your veins. The confidence this man possessed was the very thing that first attracted you to him. Now, it was one of the reasons you wanted to leave. “I don’t care, Max. I’m tired of taking advantage of people. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life stealing.” It was the truth. For the past five years, that’s all you had been doing. One victim after another.

Of course, Max didn’t take any of this smoothly. He didn’t want to hear about how you wanted a simple life. He couldn’t grasp how that was even possible. No, Max couldn’t comprehend any of this because the only thing Max loved more than you was money. Money was what drove him in every single decision he made. He craved to be the richest and most untouchable man in New York. He wanted power.

So how did the conversation go from telling him you wanted out to be beneath him? You weren’t quite sure yourself. One moment you were arguing with him, and the next he had you on the ground.

You knew what he was trying to do. If he couldn’t convince you to stay with his words, he’d convince you to stay with sex. And right now? Right now he was making a good case.

His hips snapped into yours at a brutal pace. Curses left both your lips as you could feel his cock pulse inside of you. “You really want to leave this? You want to act all high and mighty, but we both know what you are. You’re just my little cum slut. Isn’t that right?” His words send a wave of pleasure through your entire body. It felt as if you were going to pass out at any moment. He was right. You couldn’t leave this. “Come on, use your words. Who makes you feel this way?” His thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was getting close. A part of you was upset because you didn’t want this to end. “I said use your words.”