hell is wrong with you?”
He jerks and spins around, staring at me in shock. Yeah, he just thought I’d sit at home, acting as though nothing was going wrong in our lives. He was wrong, so incredibly wrong.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Anabelle?”
His use of my full name is like a slap to the face. “What am I doing here?” I breathe. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ serious.”
“You have run all our money dry, and you’re doing drugs and . . .”
He launches up, curling his fingers around my upper arm and jerking me out of the casino at a rapid rate. He leads me down a few halls to a secluded room. He swings the door open and shoves me inside, slamming it behind him. “What the hell are you thinking? Screaming our shit out like that.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I yell. “You’re wasting our money, smoking drugs, drinking and pushing me away, and you’re seriously wondering why I’m here?”
“I’m havin’ a bit of fun!”
I shake my head, losing everything I’ve been holding together.
“Fun? Fun? Are you fucking serious?”
His eyes widen because I scream so loudly.
“What about us, Max?” I say and my voice breaks on his name. “What about this? I had to go to the doctor today, and I couldn’t even pay because I had no money left in the account!”
“Why did you need a doctor?” he asks, studying me.
“You’re seriously asking that? Don’t act as if you care. You haven’t noticed a damned thing in the last few weeks, so don’t pretend like it matters now. I obviously don’t matter.”
“I was going to get it back,” he says, his voice almost dead. That scares me.
“You took every cent,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling. “Jesus, Max, what the hell is going on?”
“Nothing, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
I screech loudly and lift a lamp from a nearby table, hurling it across the room at him. I shock both himself and me, because I’ve never acted so violently before. My hands are shaking, my body is exploding with rage, and I can’t keep it in.
“If you want me gone, why the hell don’t you just say so? What did I ever do to you to deserve this kind of hell?”
“I never said I wanted you gone!” he roars.
I step forward and put my hands on his chest, trying to shove him. He curls his fingers around my wrists and jerks me, catching me off-guard. I stumble forward and my head bounces off his chest.
“You do,” I fight, squirming and tugging. “You’re just not fucking man enough to say it. Go on, Max, say it. Say you want me gone.”
“No,” he grunts.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I yell, trying to shove him again.
“Because maybe I’m not the sweet fucking man you think I am.”
“That’s not true, and you’re holding back. Just say it; say whatever it is you need.”
“No.”
“God dammit, Max! Let me go!”
“Fucking no!” he roars.
He pulls my body closer and his lips crash down on mine. Max hasn’t touched me in close to a month, so my body responds like a desperate child in need of a snuggle. I cling to him, kissing him so hard my lips burn beneath his. He spins us around and slams me against the wall, and a frenzy unlike any I’ve ever experienced with Max, comes rushing to the surface.
He wants to fuck me like a wild animal, and I want to let him.
So I do.
There is no foreplay, no sweet kisses and no gentle strokes. No, it’s all desperate animal-like craziness. He jerks my skirt up, I yank his jeans down and then my legs are around his waist and his cock is plunging into me. It’s rough and feral and so fucking hot. He slams me against the wall with each thrust. My nails slide down his arms, taking off skin as they go. He bites my neck, grunting against it, and fuck, it all feels so incredible.
“Max,” I scream out, bucking against him.
He catches hold of a nipple through my top and he pinches it, hard. I yelp and reach up, taking his hair in my hands and yanking it so hard he hisses. We’re in a frenzy, a dangerous, beautiful frenzy. Our hands are bringing pain to each other’s bodies, but at the same time, we’re bringing each other so much pleasure.
I can’t hold back my orgasm. It comes on like wildfire, tearing through my body and making me hiss out