Page 3 of Spiteful Heart

Maddox checked his phone. “Viper and Big Mike are back at the house. They didn’t see anything tonight, either.” He looked around. “I’m assuming since Sylvester ain’t here, it’s just you and me.”

Now with most everyone out of the club, the air didn’t so much smell of sex. No, now that everything had a chance to settle, it reeked of desperation and sweat—and not the yummy kind of sweat that I could lick off the sculpted bodies of my men.

“Yeah,” I finally said. “I guess we should get out of here. Tonight’s another bust.” I couldn’t hide the unhappiness from my tone, couldn’t bear to fake it. Some people might be good at pretending, the little sociopaths, but me? I wore my emotions on my sleeves, what little heart I had left.

This fucking sucked.

Maddox got up, offering me his hand. “Come on.” When I didn’t go to take that hand, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to my feet. I wore heels, and I still only reached his shoulder. Maddox was a tall one, well over six feet. Tall and thick with all those muscles, and that said nothing about all of the tattoos lining his body.

There was sexy, and then there was Maddox Luciano sexy. The two weren’t the same.

His hand slipped down into mine, and he led me from the upper level. Down the stairs we went, heading straight out into the early dawn. Three in the morning, the streets utterly empty. The air was cool, a not-so-gentle breeze rippling through us and making me shiver. We headed to the parking lot on the side of the club, nestled between buildings. A lone light hung in the center of it, too dim to illuminate the entire lot.

There were a few other cars scattered about, but no people. If I had to guess, I’d say the cars belonged to the workers, but you never knew. There might be some girls throwing up in the club’s bathroom or something. You’d think the serial killer would view those girls as prime victims, but so far, he didn’t seem to want them.

No, the fucker only wanted girls when he knew I wasn’t looking for him. He’d wanted to make a point, and if I had to guess, the motherfucker was delighted to drive me crazy. He probably had popcorn ready in the shadows, watching and laughing as we scurried about. He knew we’d be waiting for his next move, that we were trying to catch him in the act, and because of that, he refused to make a fucking move.

How annoying was that?

We made it to Maddox’s car, but he yanked us to a stop near the hood. He turned toward me, boxing me in against the hood of the vehicle, blocking my body from the chilling breeze. He let go of my hand, reaching for my mask and pulling it down so he could cup my jaw in those big, strong hands.

“I think I know what might make you feel better,” he whispered, his face lowering to mine. Before I could respond, he kissed me hard, stealing the breath from my lungs and stoking the flames inside me.

A kiss from Maddox was like a kiss from a beast: more often than not, pain was mixed in with the pleasure. Hard and fast, undeniable in how it took hold of you, forcing you to submit.

Hey, it wasn’t so bad coming undone in his arms. Every part of Maddox was hella distracting, and I wasn’t going to say no to that dick. That dick could warm me up any time. Seriously, any time.

Using sex to distract myself from my problems wasn’t anything new. In fact, it’s something I did my whole life. Me and sex didn’t have the healthiest of relationships, you know, but my guys didn’t seem to care. They weren’t on the straight and narrow, either. We were truly a match made in hell—and it was because of that that I knew we would find this son of a bitch serial killer sooner or later.

I just hoped we’d find him before he killed again.

Maddox’s tongue slipped through my lips, pulling me back into the present, and I let him ravage my mouth, pulling moans from me and swallowing them up. My nipples were hard points under my sheer dress, and when my body ground against his, the friction of the fabric drove me wild. The space between my legs tensed up, a low heat in my belly. Maddox’s cock was legendary for a reason.

He pulled his mouth off mine, and in the next moment, his hands fell away from my face, moving to yank at the top of my dress. With an expert touch, my tits were out, and I shivered when my nipples came in contact with the cool air. He hoisted my ass up on the car’s hood so he could get a better angle at me, and then that mouth of his lowered, taking a nipple in.

I threw my head back, both my hands on the hood behind me to prop myself up. One nipple was subject to the cool night air, while the other was getting warmed up from that spectacular mouth. When his tongue swirled around the tip, his teeth grazing it before sucking hard, I let out a moan, a cry that rose in the night air and echoed in the space.

Anyone from the club—any lingering clubbers or even the workers—could stroll to the parking lot and see us, but you know what? I didn’t care. At this point, I was out of shits to give. The only thing I cared about was finding that serial killer, not whether or not someone saw me and one of my guys going at it.

Let them watch. Let them see. Let them be jealous that they weren’t us.

Maddox’s mouth slipped off the nipple and moved to the other, paying just as much attention to it as he’d done the first. My moans filled the sky, my heart beating faster and faster as the minutes wore on.

Done with my tits, Maddox dropped between my legs, spreading them further as he grabbed my thighs and yanked me forward on the hood so he could get at a different part of me. The next thing I knew, my dress was pushed up further, he hooked a finger through my panties, and pulled them to the side. He started eating me out right there, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside my pussy and tasting my arousal.

I didn’t know how long he was down there, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure was too much for me—twice. I came on his tongue two times, the orgasms sweeping through me back after back, every part of me tensing up.

After such huge orgasms so close together, I was delirious. I needed more. I needed that fucking cock.

“Maddox,” I breathed out his name, grinding my pussy lips against his face, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

I didn’t need to tell him twice. He pulled his face away from my pussy, wiping the back of his hand along his lips and his chin before going at his pants. He undid his belt, and his cock was out shortly after that, all hard and thick. His cock was the kind of cock you had to second guess whether or not it’d even fit inside of you. It was that impressive.

And here’s a hint: it always fit.

I slid off the car, spinning so that my ass faced him. My dress was still bunched up, letting the night breeze caress my ass just as it did my exposed tits. My core tightened in anticipation of what it would feel shortly.

Maddox didn’t hesitate. My panties slid aside, letting him at me. His cock prodded my entrance for only one second before he pushed inside, and I moaned the moment he filled me up, his thick cock hitting a certain spot inside of me that drove me crazy.

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