Page 84 of Ashes of Sin

What a mess.

These feelings, real or not, are not going to vanish.

If I’m not inside you, then your pussy will be filled with my toys. Because it now belongs to me.

I reach between my legs and pull it out, staring at the black device. I rinse it and climb out of the shower, placing it on the bench.

My body aches from being with Maddox tonight and last night. We might’ve been ripped apart, but his come is still inside me. The taste of him is still on my tongue.

I dry off, pull on a white cotton nightie, and climb into bed, staring at the ceiling. There is no way I’m going to sleep tonight.

I focus on the emptiness within me and blink at the craving it creates. No. I can’t. It’s wrong.

And yet, I need it...

I run back into the bathroom and then climb back into bed. I close my eyes as I rub my clit and visualize Maddox between my legs. In seconds I’m wet, imaging his broad inked shoulders and silver eyes demanding my submission.

Then I slide the toy back inside me and moan happily.

Nestling the arched arm on my clit, I writhe against it, wishing I was in Maddox’s bed, but happy to have the feeling ofhistoy inside me again.

I need the feel of him.

I need to know he’s still here with me as his DNA still seeps from my body.

Until I can tear these feelings from my heart.

When I’m Pierce’s wife, I will discard it. Until then, in my mind, I still belong to Maddox.

You belong to me.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, a ping from my phone sounds. I put it on charge when I first came upstairs. It’s probably Penny. I will look at it in the morning.

Tonight, I’m going to dream of my sexy kidnapper.

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WHEN I WAKE and finally look at the message on my phone, I burst into tears.

You are mine, little P. Come home.

Everything comes crashing down over me as I sob. Being kidnapped. Being thoroughly and perfectly fucked by Maddox. Going to the Alliance Club—a sex club. Watching him being surrounded by police and accused of kidnapping me...which, okay, fine, yes, he did.

And how I’ve fallen in love with him in some irrational way.

I don’t know what is real and not.

Perhaps the officer was right, and I’m messed up.

But this room doesn’t feel like home anymore.

Come home.

Maddox can’t seriously think that prison cell was my home, can he? Do I? Would I return and let him lock me up, to feel him fuck me every day and night?

To take me to the Alliance Club and tease my pussy, making me wet and compliant to every one of his desires?

I let out a groan and desire stirs in me.

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