Page 76 of Ashes of Sin

Now I’m really dreaming.

Maddox likes fucking me. Our chemistry is off charts, but everyone knows that burns out as fast as it started. This isn’t some fated meeting that will turn into love.

Not that I am expecting love from Pierce.

My stomach turns as Maddox places his mouth on mine. A commanding but gentle kiss. Can I really marry his father after this?

Do I have a choice?

Maddox presses up on his hands. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little,” I admit.

He doesn’t apologize, simply gently slides his cock out, unties the silk bands holding my arms and crosses the room. When he returns, it’s with a warm cloth.

“Relax your muscles.” Maddox cleans between my legs with a level of care that has me blushing. “Such a beautiful little cunt.”

I rub my arms and keep watching him adore me.

One day he will marry. He will fall in love and some lucky woman will have this man’s heart and soul. I know he’s broken. He’s been hurt. But the woman who wins his heart will have it for life. I know that with all that I am.

I’ve seen glimpses as he’s lowered his walls, and it’s left me gasping for air.

I could drown in his possession.

Maddox pulls me up to a sitting position and presses his lips to mine, sliding his tongue inside, and my body begins to tingle all over again.

I don’t think I could ever have enough of him.

“You’re divine. My cock already misses being inside you.” He rumbles.

I glance down and see him hardening again already.

“Don’t you ever feel satisfied?”

Like, I can talk.

“Not when it comes to you.” His fingers slide through my pussy again, and as I moan, he glances at the side table and leans to open the drawer.

I turn and watch him pull out a black box.

“What is that?”

“Go use the bathroom and come back.” He pats my bottom and when I don’t move, he says more firmly, “Kyra. Go.”

I blink, wondering if there is an escape, and then scramble off the bed, grabbing my dress. When I get inside the bathroom, there isn’t a window in sight.

Goddamn it.

But I can’t ignore the relief I also feel. Running from Maddox doesn’t feel right. Even though I must.

I slide my dress back on and use the toilet, flush, wash my hands, and then return, feeling confused. Idohave to leave him.

I was going to use the bathrooms as a potential escape route, but if they’re all in the middle of the building, all hope is gone. I’m not exactly skilled or experienced in this type of thing. Perhaps I could ask one of the girls if I can use their phone when the men are busy?

Maddox has his pants and shoes on but is shirtless.

God, he’s beautiful.

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