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Maximillian Blackstone wore an expression that Alex couldn’t identify. What was it she saw on his face? Alex had never seen that look in his eyes before. Was it lust, love, jealousy, or hatred? She had to get close to him to find out. But she couldn’t with Jonas lying as if in a coma. Hell, he’d had a terrible few days. A new wife on their wedding day killed. Not just killed, but her throat had been cut by her lover. Her disinterested parents, and not to mention a house full of police threatening to take him to the police station and arrest him if he didn’t get out of town—immediately.
How much time did they give Jonas, Alex didn’t know, but what she did know was Jonas had to go somewhere soon, but where?
By the look on Max’s face his twin brother wasn’t welcome back into their family since he’d walked into the unlocked house to see Alex and Jonas asleep in the same bed with Jonas clutching Alex to his chest.
Never mind that they both were clothed. Never mind that Alex never looked at Jonas in any way sexual, but as a tragic figure that she had to protect, and now she would have to protect him against the man he loved and respected the most—his brother, Max.
Looking up at Max, Alex felt a surge of desire that she’d never felt before. She touched his face with a warm palm and knowing glance. She knew what he desired, even if he didn’t want to admit to it. It was sexual and it was hot.
Max stepped back as if he’d been touched by fire, and maybe he had. That fire had always burned bright between them even now that they had children, however, they’d never been this far apart before, and Alex had never felt a distance from Max until now. She had to bring him back because she didn’t like the unusual glower in his eyes.
She wanted the warmth he’d always exhibited toward her. She wanted to feel his shaft, so she moved her hand downward, her fingers sliding down his muscular chest, down past his waist to palm his cock, but Max pinned her in place with his cold eyes.
This was a first.
Never had she been discouraged when it came to Max and sex. She moved closer to him where her body was flush against his, where she could smell the scent of his body, and he could smell hers too.
They were like two animals in heat every time they were near each other. He stared down at her, and his wide impressive chest moved up and down as his breathing grew stronger and more intense.
Without Alex knowing or approving, Max whisked her into his arms. She gazed into his cool eyes, and questioned, “Where are you going with me?” He headed down the hall and kicked open a guest room, brought Alex to the bed, and dropped her in it without a word.
“Take off your clothes or I will rip them off your body,” he barked.
Had he planned on punishing her for being in the bed with Jonas, she didn’t know. She just did as he requested as quickly as possible.
Alex thought that maybe this would save her marriage, because she understood how Max felt about her. She assumed he’d become excited and aroused by the sight of finding her and Jonas sleeping together.
Maybe that had his cock as hard as it was when she touched it.
Alex knew how jealous Max was, and maybe she could use that jealous nature to arouse him to a point that he wouldn’t want to lose her, and give her time to explain about the misunderstanding. She knew if she could tell him her side of the story and he had time to mull over it, he would laugh about what had happened, and she would be back with him and her children.
Alex thought about protecting Jonas as well, and maybe Max would welcome him back once he’d realized what Jonas had gone through, and all this was just an innocent mistake. Surely Max wouldn’t be so heartless as to send Jonas away.
She’d been in Jonas’s arms through no fault of her own. He’d been drunk, and when he fell across the bed with his arms wrapped tightly around Alex she couldn’t pry them from her. She’d been forced to fall with him on to the bed where he kept her in his tight grip as he slept, and eventually she’d fallen asleep as well, and Max walked into an open house to find them together in the same bed.
This wasn’t my fault, she thought, and neither was it Jonas’s. Max had to understand this, but she couldn’t tell him now. Now when she lay naked in front of him with him ready to claim what was obviously his.
It wasn’t Alex’s fault, and it wasn’t Jonas’s fault, it was the fault of the circumstances that they found each other at the crossroads of their lives, and for Max to find them together the way he had, it had to have been a sign, but what sign was that?
She didn’t believe in divine intervention.
Alex and Jonas thought Max had died in a plane crash, and they were inconsolable. The only support they had was with each other. After all, they were family, and the only ones left in the Blackstone family were Jonas, Alex, and Max’s children. They thought that was all that was left of their small family because the head of that family had been assumed to be dead.
What more could Max expect? What more could he want from her? Max’s searing sexy voice broke through her thoughts.
“Turn on your stomach,” Max said with a low breathless dominant voice. “I want to look at you,” Max insisted as his hand caressed her smooth porcelain skin. She turned hurriedly as he had requested.
Then Alex felt the sting from his palm, and the pain and heat coursing through her body arousing her. She wouldn’t cry out or say a word, because she knew Max needed to get out his frustrations and hurt, so she gave in to the violent way he spanked her ass.
“I need to mark you because you’re mine,” he said as she heard him toe off his shoes, rip the shirt from his body, and then unbuckle his belt. She thought he’d try to use his belt on her, but that was one thing she’d never stand for, and he knew it.
Nevertheless, she’d used that belt on him many times when he’d begged her to, when there was nothing else, and they were away from home the way they were now. But she thought he’d changed by the look in his eyes, and he wanted to punish her in ways he’d never done before.
Alex felt the bed dip, he sat on his thighs, and then leaned over her and pushed her hair to the side. It wasn’t as loving as before where he gently reached and lay a swathe of her hair on the pillow after lowering his head to smell it, and then compliment her on how wonderful and fragrant it smelled.
She felt the warmth of his mouth as he leaned in, kissed her neck, his mouth easing down her back, each lick of his tongue bringing chills to her skin. “I want to see your face when you make love to me,” Alex pleaded in a soft voice, her face filling the pillow.
“You will have plenty of time to see my face, but for now I don’t want to see yours,” Max said with the coolness of a stranger.
Alex should have resisted, moved away from him, done anything until he did as she asked, but she made that mistake, and before she could take a breath, his hands were between her legs, his arm resting under her stomach when he pulled her up on all fours, and as quick as that happened, he stroked his shaft and drove inside her opening when she wasn’t ready for him.
A gasp and a moan filled the air.
Max didn’t care. He wanted to fuck Alex hard, punish her, for what he didn’t know, and at this time he didn’t care. All he cared about was not making love to her, but fucking her hard and ruthlessly.
He’d always made love to Alex, even when they’d tied each other up. He’d spanked her, and she’d used a crop on him each time. It was love between the two of them. There was no one who could say it wasn’t love, because no one but them existed in their room of pain, in their world of Max and Alex Blackstone.
It was their way of loving each other. Few would have understood it, but they did, however, now it was something entirely different, and Alex knew it.
She felt it as Max drove deeper inside her and never called out her name. All she heard were the groans of pleasure from his lips, and the smothered pain from hers.
Alex wanted to feel his body and she did—it was cold, not in temperature, but without feelings. She never thought this would happen to them. He fucked her body ruthlessly, not made love to her. She heard him moan as he pushed inside her and pulled out. She didn’t feel his warm lips caress her back as before.
She felt him orgasm and never stop to ask if she wanted him to continue, but continue he did, until her body felt like a ragdoll as he pushed in and pulled out, fucking her for what appeared like hours in a position that was wearing her down, rotating from her opening, plunging into her anus, always with her on her stomach.
These were hard limits Max ignored with Alex.
Alex would let him finish abusing her in whatever fashion he chose, because she knew he’d been hurt by everything, and he’d been in an accident and maybe he wasn’t himself. But when it was over she would lay down the rules, and afterwards she’d tell him how she felt about him and their sex life, and how it needed to be strengthened. Finally, she’d tell him she owed him a special kind of sexual punishment.
One he wouldn’t enjoy.