Controlling Interests: A Step-Brother Romance (The Legacy Book 2) by Lana Grayson Page B
Authors: Lana Grayson
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ferocity.
“You aren’t doing this to protect me,” I gasped. “You’re trying to prove a point.”
“That I can knock you up?” Max arched me so he could seize my breast. He curled his cruel fingers over my nipple and squeezed for my squeal. “Yeah. That’s a pretty good point.”
“No. You’re still proving your worth. You’re not breeding me to save your family. You’ll come inside me so you can save yourself .”
His thrusts quickened, too hard and too fast and forcing my silence in the swelling heat. His grip punished me. He slammed my body against his hips, and every slice of his cock erupted a growing tension within me. The pressure ached more than any of his strikes against my bruised skin.
His hands trembled. I clutched his arms.
“You’re as trapped in this estate as I am, Maxwell Bennett.”
Max roared.
He thrusted as deeply as he could, and we crested together.
Not because we willed it, and not because we wanted it.
I came because I had won.
He came because I understood.
My body rolled in violent shudders, crying out against the surge of warmth flooding my core. Max groaned, thrusting again and again, forcing me through intensity, pleasure, and pain. I collapsed against the bench with a whimper.
Max didn’t rest with me. He didn’t caress me, whisper sexy words, or hold me against his warmth like Nicholas. He ripped from my shaking body and escaped from the truth.
I’d said too much.
He tugged his shorts over his hard, raging, glistening cock. I didn’t move. After a minute, he rested a hand against my shoulder.
“You okay?”
The first gentle touch he ever offered me, and he accidentally pressed a painful welt.
“I’m good.”
He picked me up before I was ready and sat me on the edge of the bench. Nicholas usually kept me still, flat, and stuffed with his seed. Max didn’t care. He didn’t meet my gaze either.
Ashamed.
I should have comforted him.
I should have asked if he was okay. If I could somehow…help.
I might not have loved Max, but I cared for him. Greatly. Not like a lover, and certainly not a brother, but as someone I wanted to trust.
I touched his hand. He allowed it.
But, without the courage of lust, the barrier of pain, or the freedom of release, it didn’t feel right prying where I didn’t belong.
I licked my lip. It’d swelled where I’d bit to survive the whipping.
“I…have a plan to fix the takeover. We can still do it, but I need you to talk to Nick.” I sucked in a breath. “Will you please help me?”
“Baby, I was always going to help you.”
“Oh. Good then.”
“No, you don’t get it.”
Max stood before me, knocking my chin up to meet his gaze. The intensity hadn’t diminished, but a foreboding darkness shadowed his intentions.
Christ.
He was keeping secrets too.
“Sarah, I will always help you. You hear me? No matter what happens now or in the future. You ask, and I’ll come running. Even…if one day you hate me. Or fear me. It doesn’t matter. I will live my life to help you.”
I blushed. It wasn’t sincerity that possessed him, but sheer intensity, a desperate energy. I kissed his forehead. He didn’t pull away.
“Thank you,” I said. “I have the perfect solution to end all this insanity, but you’re going to have to convince your brother. Because, believe me…there is no way Nicholas Bennett will ever agree to my plan.”
If my father didn’t kill my brother first, I’d murder Max in a cold-blooded rage.
Sharp, crisscrossed welts marred Sarah’s back. The lines bruised her, whipped by the expert hand of someone who understood his strength but hadn’t wielded the restraint I expected.
That I trusted from him.
I tasted the fury—a vibrant copper that accompanied a new instinct, one that demanded curled fists and pain to relieve the frustration poisoning my judgment.
Violence wasn’t my solution.
But what solutions of mine had worked lately?
Sarah sat stiffly on the
“You aren’t doing this to protect me,” I gasped. “You’re trying to prove a point.”
“That I can knock you up?” Max arched me so he could seize my breast. He curled his cruel fingers over my nipple and squeezed for my squeal. “Yeah. That’s a pretty good point.”
“No. You’re still proving your worth. You’re not breeding me to save your family. You’ll come inside me so you can save yourself .”
His thrusts quickened, too hard and too fast and forcing my silence in the swelling heat. His grip punished me. He slammed my body against his hips, and every slice of his cock erupted a growing tension within me. The pressure ached more than any of his strikes against my bruised skin.
His hands trembled. I clutched his arms.
“You’re as trapped in this estate as I am, Maxwell Bennett.”
Max roared.
He thrusted as deeply as he could, and we crested together.
Not because we willed it, and not because we wanted it.
I came because I had won.
He came because I understood.
My body rolled in violent shudders, crying out against the surge of warmth flooding my core. Max groaned, thrusting again and again, forcing me through intensity, pleasure, and pain. I collapsed against the bench with a whimper.
Max didn’t rest with me. He didn’t caress me, whisper sexy words, or hold me against his warmth like Nicholas. He ripped from my shaking body and escaped from the truth.
I’d said too much.
He tugged his shorts over his hard, raging, glistening cock. I didn’t move. After a minute, he rested a hand against my shoulder.
“You okay?”
The first gentle touch he ever offered me, and he accidentally pressed a painful welt.
“I’m good.”
He picked me up before I was ready and sat me on the edge of the bench. Nicholas usually kept me still, flat, and stuffed with his seed. Max didn’t care. He didn’t meet my gaze either.
Ashamed.
I should have comforted him.
I should have asked if he was okay. If I could somehow…help.
I might not have loved Max, but I cared for him. Greatly. Not like a lover, and certainly not a brother, but as someone I wanted to trust.
I touched his hand. He allowed it.
But, without the courage of lust, the barrier of pain, or the freedom of release, it didn’t feel right prying where I didn’t belong.
I licked my lip. It’d swelled where I’d bit to survive the whipping.
“I…have a plan to fix the takeover. We can still do it, but I need you to talk to Nick.” I sucked in a breath. “Will you please help me?”
“Baby, I was always going to help you.”
“Oh. Good then.”
“No, you don’t get it.”
Max stood before me, knocking my chin up to meet his gaze. The intensity hadn’t diminished, but a foreboding darkness shadowed his intentions.
Christ.
He was keeping secrets too.
“Sarah, I will always help you. You hear me? No matter what happens now or in the future. You ask, and I’ll come running. Even…if one day you hate me. Or fear me. It doesn’t matter. I will live my life to help you.”
I blushed. It wasn’t sincerity that possessed him, but sheer intensity, a desperate energy. I kissed his forehead. He didn’t pull away.
“Thank you,” I said. “I have the perfect solution to end all this insanity, but you’re going to have to convince your brother. Because, believe me…there is no way Nicholas Bennett will ever agree to my plan.”
If my father didn’t kill my brother first, I’d murder Max in a cold-blooded rage.
Sharp, crisscrossed welts marred Sarah’s back. The lines bruised her, whipped by the expert hand of someone who understood his strength but hadn’t wielded the restraint I expected.
That I trusted from him.
I tasted the fury—a vibrant copper that accompanied a new instinct, one that demanded curled fists and pain to relieve the frustration poisoning my judgment.
Violence wasn’t my solution.
But what solutions of mine had worked lately?
Sarah sat stiffly on the
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