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She was right.

I was always gone.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” She replied instantly. “It’s part of our arrangement. I knew that.”

Why did her tone sound so accepting and so dismissive in the same breath?

Riding in silence the rest of the way back to our building, I replayed everything that had happened since the first day I met Liv, rescuing her from the Hell Eater’s Lounge and bringing her home with me.

Every single day since then, she had been told when, where, and how she could live. Sure, it was for her own protection, but the facts remained the same.

She was at our mercy, a woman who, before the Velvet Cage, had been independent and living on her own for years.

Liv was unhappy, even if she was trying to pretend, she wasn’t. And that was my fault.

But no more.

Chapter 24 – Olivia

There was something incredibly innocent and inviting to that feeling of bliss when you’re in between awake and asleep, in that space where rules don’t matter and all that exists is the sensations.

The pleasure. The delight. The lack of inhibitions or worries to cloud those pure sensations for what they are.

Good.

God, it felt so fucking good to orgasm in that in between space with darkness blanketing you from the world and cocooning you in safety.

“Yes.” I moaned, giving myself over to the ecstasy, uncaring of the implications of it.

“Come for me again, Storm.” Maddox’s deep voice echoed through my haze as I pinpointed the pleasure and its source as his thick cock slid into my body again.

“Make me.” Moaning, I arched my back and pressed into his chest as he thrust again. I was on my side in bed, and he wasbehind me, with my leg pulled up and supported by his big hand under my knee so he could fuck me.

He changed the angle of his hips and pushed in deeper with the next thrust, his grin against my neck. He had been just giving me the tip before, like he was enjoying the fact that I was on the precipice of sleep while he fucked me. But now that I was awake, he was giving it all to me.

Every fucking inch and I loved it.

Even if each second of consciousness returned the feelings from the day before, I’d take whatever he gave me. At the end of the day, if he regretted tying himself down to me, that didn’t mean I regretted him for even a second.

I was so pathetically in love with the dark psychotic man, I’d take the bad for even a moment of good. And right now, with each push and pull of his hips, it was so fucking good.

“I love you, Storm.” He growled, reaching between my thighs to play with my clit as I clawed at him for more. “I can’t breathe when you’re away. I won’t. Not anymore.”

“Maddox.” I hissed, as his words gave my stupid, helpless heart hope. “Don’t.”

“I mean it.” He bit my shoulder with enough strength to break the skin and I cried out as the pain took me closer to orgasm again. “I know what you said yesterday, but I don’t believe you.” Thrusting deeper as he rolled my clit between his fingers and sucked on my neck, marking me. “I fucked up, somehow, but I’m here and I’m going to make it right, Storm. I promise. Just let me make it right.”

“Fuck!” I screamed, turning my face and biting his arm in response to his own markings, leaving mine in his skin again.

“I’m done leaving you. I’m here. I’m right fucking here, Storm.”

“You don’t want to be.” I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face in the blankets as I admitted it out loud. “You don’t want to be tied down.”

He growled so powerfully I felt it in my chest as he rolled us over until I was on my knees with my upper body pressed against his chest, sitting on his thighs as he kept lazily fucking me.

“You misunderstand my devotion to you, Olivia.” Something about the way he used my full name instead of the nicknames for me made it more powerful. “I love you.”

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