Page 49 of Pucking Obsessed

She sighs against me, her hands gripping my biceps lightly as she says, “Mom already made it a point to say you and I won’t be sleeping in the same room tonight since we’re staying at your dad’s house.”

I feel my jaw tighten, and I dip my head, pressing a kiss to the delicate curve of her neck. “I guess we’ll see about that,” I whisper, my lips brushing her skin again.

A server approaches with two drinks on a silver tray, interrupting my little moment of bliss. “Your order,” he says, extending the tray toward me.

When he sits the drink on the table next to us, I slip a tip into his hand, because I’m going to need him to make her a few more just like this one. I hand Madison the one with a maraschino cherry floating in it, extra cherry juice masking the potent shot of liquor I had them add. She takes it eagerly, her grin lighting up the entire room.

“You’re trying to get me drunk, aren’t you?” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows at me as she takes a generous sip.

I lift my hand, cupping her chin, my thumb brushing along her jawline. “What if I am?” I ask, watching her blush crawl up her cheeks. She knows exactly what I’m implying. We’re both turned on by the thought of her being sound asleep while I explore her body at my leisure. I’m just leaving out the part thatRamsey is also coming over to my father’s house tonight to inject a tracker in her neck. I don’t know if Madison would be up for the idea yet, but it’s something that needs to happen, especially after the note she found today. Things are about to get much worse, I can feel it, and we need to take every safety precaution necessary.

My girl’s teeth catch her bottom lip, and the sight drives me insane. “I want you relaxed, baby,” I murmur, lowering my voice just for her. “I plan on exploring every inch of you tonight. I’m going to take my time, and you’re going to feel how full of my cum I kept you when you wake up in the morning.”

Her eyes widen, her blush deepening as she looks away, flustered. Not a chance. I place my hand on her neck, gripping just firmly enough to remind her who has her, my thumb caressing the silky column of her throat.

“Look at me,” I command, and her gaze snaps back to mine instantly.

Fuck. My cock twitches at how responsive she is.

“Drink up, princess,” I murmur, my voice thick with arousal.

Her lips close around the straw, and she doesn’t break eye contact as she sucks down the cocktail. I can feel the movement in her throat beneath my hand, her soft swallow sending a rush of heat straight to my cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl. She smirks, her lips curving in a way that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“I’m not going to make it until we get back to the house,” I admit, my hand trailing from her neck to her shoulder, my fingers brushing over the exposed skin of her back.

“Uh-uh,” she says, flashing me a cheeky grin. “You wanted me at your mercy, you’re going to have to work for it.”

She hands me her empty glass and saunters away, her hips swaying as she heads toward the table where my grandmother is sitting. Two more drinks, I think, watching Madison as sheleans forward slightly, accepting a small envelope from my grandmother. I don’t even want to know what’s inside, because I know it’ll only make me rage. Two more drinks, and Madison will be completely relaxed, sleeping soundly through the night.

I’m wound up just at the thought alone. I can already see it, her body limp and pliant under my touch, her lips parted as I take my time savoring her. I imagine kissing her mouth, licking her neck, sucking her nipples, and sliding my tongue over her sweet, wet pussy until she comes undone. I’ll take her softly at first, then rough and deep, making her come again and again.

I stride toward the bar, ordering another cocktail just for her. As I wait, my eyes drift back to her. She’s starting to loosen up already, her eyes glinting with that hazy warmth that tells me the alcohol is hitting just right.

She’s so fucking beautiful, and I can’t stop the words from echoing in my head as I watch her:I promise you, princess, I’m going to be right beside you while you sleep, deep inside that pussy of mine.

HAYDEN

When I walk past my father’s study, the faint scent of cigar smoke and the rich tang of brandy wafts into the hallway. I glance in, surprised to see him sitting there, reclined in his leather chair, the amber liquid swirling lazily in his glass. For a man who just married the supposed love of his life, as the new Mrs. Lockwood was saying all night at the reception, he doesn’t seem eager to spend the night with her. Oh, that’s right, it’s because everything in my father’s life is smoke and mirrors.

I pause in the doorway, my hand gripping the frame as he looks up at me, exhaling a stream of smoke. His eyes narrow slightly, the barest flicker of surprise crossing his face before he masks it with indifference.

“If you’re going to fuck the girl, keep it down,” he says, his tone smooth and detached. “It makes her mother uncomfortable.”

I cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe as I stare him down, letting the silence stretch until he finally meets my gaze again. “She’s going to be really uncomfortable then until she’s six feet under,” I say coldly, “because I’m doing a whole lot more than fucking Madison.”

His brow twitches in irritation, but he recovers quickly, taking a slow sip of his drink. I can see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out just how serious I am about all of this. I get it. This whole thing is a wildcard for all of us.

“You aren’t exactly the poster child for well-thought-out relationships,” I continue, stepping into the room. My words are deliberate, each one cutting like a blade. “I didn’t bother asking why you married her, not that you’d give me the truth if I did. All I can warn you is that you better leave Madison out of whatever you have planned.”

My father purses his lips as if he’s taking in everything I’m saying, and I can see a hint of pride in the way he’s looking at me. He knows I mean everything I’m saying, and there’s no room for negotiation on the subject. He isn’t going to respond, and I don’t need him to.

I turn to leave, but I pause, glancing back over my shoulder. “Just so we’re clear, Madison told me what her father was going to do to her. I would’ve killed him myself if someone didn’t get to him first.” My voice sharpens because it’s important to me that this is out in the open. “If you get any bright ideas that she’s expendable, remember this: I don’t give a fuck about anything other than her. And you know exactly what I’m capable of.”

His expression doesn’t falter, but his hand tightens briefly on the glass before he lifts it in a mock salute. “To young love,” he says dryly, draining the rest of his drink in one smooth motion.

Turning on my heel, I step out of the study and head to the front entrance. Ramsey should be here already and I’m getting restless. Madison is up in the room we’ll be staying in tonight and she’s already sound asleep. Despite the fact that her mother put her foot down to Madison demanding that we sleep in separate rooms, the bitch hasn’t said shit to me.

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