“Don’t, Joey.” I step closer until we’re barely an inch apart. His breathing grows heavier and the thick muscles in his neck tense. He might push my limits, but I test his too. Every single one of them. “Or what, Max?” I whisper, running a painted nail over the buttons of his shirt. “I am fucking warning you, baby girl,” he says with a growl from deep in his throat, and I swear my pussy purrs in response. Traitor. “I don’t take warnings from men who have absolutely no power over me.” I take a step back and smile sweetly at Lorenzo as he walks toward us. My brother just saved my ass from a
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