Page 35 of Wicked Revenge

His eyes on mine made my orgasm rush to the surface, and I shattered harder than I ever had. But it’s not enough. I want more. Tell me why I want this man I don’t even know to step into this shower with me and fuck me into this wall?

“Cherry,” he says in a strained whisper, dropping the clothes in his hand to the floor and leans back, placing his palms flat on the door behind him.

His eyes roam over every inch of my scarred skin. I expect him to twist his face in disgust, but I can see his impressive cock imprint in his sweats. He isn’t deterred by my ruined flesh.

“Maddox,” I whisper to him, my eyes begging him to lose control and make me forget about the nightmare I just had, and how everything is so fucked up right now. “Please.”

That one little word is all it takes for his control to snap. He is across the room with his hand lightly around my throat, my body pressed into the glass wall, his knee spreading my legs open. He didn’t even bother undressing, his sweats must be getting soaked. His nose presses into the crook of my neck, and his deep inhale lets me know he is sniffing me. Again.

“What do you need?” He growls into my ear as he lightly nips it with his teeth, and I swear to fucking God, I nearly orgasm again just from this alone.

No one has ever touched me like this. The only sexual touch I’ve ever had was forced on me. It made me feel dirty, used, and damaged. When these men touch me, it feels like my entire body is being consumed. I just want to drown in their blazing touches, setting my entire body on fire.

“Make me forget. Please just make me forget.” My words rush out in a broken whisper. Tears have built in my eyes from the emotions running through me rapidly.

“I got you, pretty girl,” he says, pulling back enough to look at me. His thumb swipes the tears from my cheeks as he cradles my face in one hand. Closing my eyes for a moment, I lean into his touch, allowing myself to completely soak up his affection.

Looking back into his eyes, I see them dart down to my lips, and my breath catches in my throat at what I know he is going to do.

Out of everything King and his disgusting men did to me, I’ve never been kissed. My heart is pounding, my eyes roaming his face before fluttering closed as he slowly leans in and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is slow at first, light pressure as his lips softly caress mine, but when his tongue licks at the seam of my lips, I fucking melt.

Opening my mouth to grant him access, his tongue roams over mine for a moment before it joins in, our tongues dancing as our hands roam. My hands slide up and down his slick body, over his tattooed abs, being careful not to touch his bandaged wound. I move up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him tighter into me.

Using his knee between my legs, he hoists me up with one hand under my bare ass until my throbbing pussy is settled high on his thigh. The delicious friction as he rocks my body back and forth on his thigh has desire shooting through my veins, bringing me closer to the release I need.

Breaking our kiss, he says, “That’s it, Cherry. Ride my thigh like you want to ride my cock.” His voice is strained and sexy as hell. Like he is holding himself back.

I can feel the energy vibrating through his body. A live wire being held back by a thread. I want to make his control shatter on the shower floor. I feel his cock pressing into my hip as my pussy throbs against his thigh. My hands travel down to grip him through his sweats, but he releases my throat and stops my hand before I can touch him.

“Trust me, you’re not ready for that yet.”

“Why not?” I ask.

I want him and he obviously wants me. It’s just sex. Even though I’ve never been a willing participant, I know how sex works.

“Because when I fuck you, it won’t be a quick fuck in the shower,” he says as he grips both of my hands in his and places them above my head. He balances me on his thigh, moving his other hand to my breast, taking the weight in his hand and teasing my nipple with his thumb as he speaks. “I’ll take my time.”

His mouth descends on my pointed nipple before his teeth bite down painfully, causing a startled cry to fall from my lips. He immediately soothes the ache with his tongue, sucking and caressing it before doing the same with the other. He releases my sore nipple with an audible “pop.”

His hand travels down my slick stomach, over my scar and I freeze. What if he notices? How do I tell him something like that? Or any of them? I let… NO! Fear and grief threaten to drown me again, but I refuse. I won’t allow myself to fall into that pit of despair again. Pushing the thoughts down in my mind, I focus on Maddox. His hand stopped just below my belly button, he must have seen the internal battle on my face.

“Hey, where did you just go?” The concern in his voice almost breaks me.

“Somewhere I want to forget. Please. Just touch me.”

I am begging this man. I still don’t know him, but my soul does. He feels like home. They all do. But their touches are like a fire trying to consume me, and I’d willingly let myself burn for them.

“You will tell me soon, my little Cherry. All of your secrets will be mine.”

His fingers dip lower, grazing my swollen clit. His touch is feather light, and I can feel the arousal flooding out of my pussy as my stomach clenches at the contact.

“This pussy is mine,” he says, still slowly moving his thumb against me, agonizingly slow and so light he is barely touching me. “Your mouth,” he says, leaning in to lick the seam of my mouth. “Every single inch of your body, mind, and soul, they’re all mine. You are all of ours. Do you understand that?”

I’m stunned into silence.

They want… me? Like this? All of them? Why?

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