“Hmm?” he responds as he watches the black lace disappear inside me, a wild gleam in his eyes. “That’s much better.”
I don’t even notice him unwind the tie from my wrists because I’m too wrapped up in the sensation of my underwearinsidemy pussy.
Max lifts me gently from the desk and rubs his thumbs in circles around my wrists to help my circulation return to normal.
I take a step towards the sofa, but my knees buckle beneath me, my limbs still feeling like jelly. Angel darts up from the chair to help catch me and swoops me into his arms before I hit the floor.
“I’ve got you,” he says as he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.
I tuck my head under his chin and let my body melt into his embrace. I ache everywhere, so I let Angel soothe my sore muscles, his deft fingers working magic on muscles I didn’t even know I had.
A soft moan escapes me as he rubs his fingers between my shoulder blades, the spot tight from my arms being pinned for so long.
Max sits next to us, his eyes bright and filled with a warm sort of amusement. He reaches out and traces a lazy pattern on my stomach with his forefinger. “I never thought of children being in the cards for me, but there’s something about you, Echo, that makes me think about it.”
“I agree,” Angel says with a happy sigh. “There’s definitely something about you, Echo.”
Max rests his arm along the back of the sofa, and I like how relaxed he looks. His shirt is still open, displaying his chest with a light dusting of hair. The lines of his face have lost their usual tense seriousness, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles.
I’m glad his nose isn’t crooked after I broke it. There’s still some slight bruising under his eyes, but the swelling has gone down a lot. “I’m sorry about your nose.”
He huffs a laugh. “Don’t be. It’s still one of my favourite things you’ve done. I’m sorry I antagonised you. That was a dick move.”
“Not sorry you kidnapped me then?”
His eyes flash with a heat that burns. “Not even a little bit.”
He stares at me, and I feel like he’s looking beyond my eyes and into my very soul. I feel dissected, picked apart and vulnerable as those dark eyes of his take their fill. I feel exposed in front of him, and he stares at me for so long that I think he steals a piece of my soul for himself.
“Where’s Niki?”
Max rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of affection in their depths. He points to the ceiling and a little glass dome that sits in the middle of it. “In his viewing room.”
“Niki likes to watch,” Angel says, his voice a low whisper that tickles my ear.
“A viewing room?” My pulse jumps at the thought.
“Mm-hm,” Angel hums. “He has cameras everywhere.”
A flush creeps up the side of my neck. “So, you’re saying he’s just watched us?”
“Yes,” Max says with a mischievous grin. “And I’ll bet he’ll come rampaging into the room in a minute to try and steal you away.”
“Is that right?” The words are barely out of my mouth before the door to the room slams open and Niki storms in. There’s a wildness about his eyes as they take in the scene in front of him. I instinctively flinch at the threat, bracing for impact as his strideseat up the distance between us. But before he even gets his hands on me, I throw my foot out, slamming it into his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His top lip is pulled back in a snarl, and he looks like a man consumed by need. “Taking you.”
I snort. “I don’t think so, He-man. You don’t get to just ‘take’ me when you feel like it. Besides, I’m just about to have a very interesting conversation.”
He leans forward slightly, pushing against my foot, but I don’t relent. “Little Rabbit, don’t push me.”
“Or what?” I goad. I sense Max's and Angel’s eyes flicking between the pair of us, but I don’t stop looking at Niki. He looks like a goddamn wild animal, on the cusp of going feral, a cold, calculating look in his icy eyes.
“Fine,”he signs, the movement short and sharp. “If you don’t want to come with me right now, then you need to give me something to tide me over until I can steal you away.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
His eyes drop to my pussy and he raises an eyebrow of his own.
