Page 61 of Psycho

Shaking her head slowly, she sat forward, reaching down to grip my cock and then lower to my tight, swollen balls. “Not the way I need to be. And it stops now. I don’t orgasm again until you do.”

“Storm.” I warned, as she tried to top from the bottom.

“Shut up.” She snapped, tightening her fingers around my balls and stroking them in a way that made my eyes cross and my cock weep. “We’re done with this little experiment where you edge yourself until I tell you what you want to hear.” She lowered her fingers and pressed them against my taint and I hissed, gripping the arms of the chair so hard the wood beneath the upholstery creaked. How the fuck did she top me after what I just did to her? “I trust you, Maddox. Okay?” She rubbed her fingers in a come-hither motion against my taint as I stood ram-rod straight and still for her. If I moved even an inch, I’d blow. “Just because I’m hormonal and angry that you let that woman near you to begin with, doesn’t mean I don’t trust you to my core. It means I have doubts because that’smyfucking flaw in life. I doubt that you want this because you’re the catch and I’m the baggage and no amount of watching you suffer is going to change the way my brain sees it.”

“Storm.” I whispered again, staring down at her. I wanted her to stop, and I wanted her to keep going all at the same time. Her words made sense, but there was no blood in my brain to process them the way they deserved to be as she continued massaging me the way she was.

“I. Trust. You.” She repeated, and I screwed my eyes shut, trying to stay in control of myself. I was a disciplined man, but with her hands on me and her words circling around in my brain, I was losing my edge. “Do you hear me, Psycho? I trust you.”

“Fuck!” I roared, tipping my head back as she pressed harder on that spot she was torturing me with as her other hand wrapped around the base of my cock as I erupted.

“That’s it, good boy.” She purred, milking my cock as I came all over her chest, coating her skin with it. “Come for me baby, don’t stop. Give me what I want.”

“Storm!” I hissed through clenched teeth as my head tipped forward when her teeth latched on my tight peck muscle, biting me and forcing my cock to spasm in a way it had never done before. “What the fuck!” I cried when another wave of ecstasy burned through my spine and more come shot free from the head of my cock in a second orgasm. “Stop.” I begged, “Please.”

She loosened her hold on my cock, gently teasing her fingers up the length of it as she scooped some of my come off her chest and returned her hand back to that spot behind my balls. The pads of her fingers were silky with my release, making them glide over the skin as my toes curled and my cock throbbed still hard in her hand.

“Tell me just how raw you feel now, Psycho.” She stared up at me with defiance in her eyes as her silky fingers brushed against my asshole. Every fucking thing inside of me wanted to push her away and force her to stop. But I was entranced by the fire in her green eyes, as she dominated me and pushed me past boundaries I never once wavered on before her. “I want you to wear my scars so there’s no doubt in the world who you belong to anymore, Madd. Be raw and scarred with me, baby. I love you. And I trust you.” She pulled both of her hands away from my body, releasing me and the invisible hold they had on me asI sagged against the chair. “But if you ever let another woman touch you again, I’ll cut her fucking touch from your skin.”

I grinned down at her like a nutcase as her words excited the insane part of my psyche.

My pretty little Storm was perfect for me.

And I was going to enjoy watching her bloom into the menace she hid from the world.

Chapter 26 – Olivia

Ieyed the envelope tacked onto the cork board for the fourth time since waking up. I walked in and out of the nursery all morning, putting away extra items we didn’t need that Peyton insisted on buying, and tidying up the already spotless room.

Was I nesting?

Or was I just bored?

I was pretty sure it was impossible to be bored when all you wanted to do was sleep. It was probably nesting. Or maybe it was just going stir crazy since Maddox insisted on being up my ass for the last two-weeks straight.

Okay fine, I didn’t hate the way he insisted on smothering me with his love since the whole blonde super model drama. In fact, the constant pampering and coddling didn’t even rile me up like I would have thought. It was nice being—important to someone.

But I knew that with him being at home every day and night, the task of finding Damon was at a pause. And that was weighing on me.

“Madd.” I called out as I came down the hallway, intent on sending him to work for the first time in weeks.

When I found him, though, kicking him out was the last thing on my mind. Wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, he hung from the metal beams in the living room, doing pull-ups like they required no effort at all.

He grinned when he saw me, but never broke his stride as he continued lifting himself up into the ceiling space and then lowering himself back down. “Yes?”

“How often do you work out?” I mused, leaning my head to the side when he did some fancy thing with his hands, turning himself around to show me his back as he lifted himself up again.

“Every day.”

“When?” I countered, “And why have I never had the privilege to watch before?”

He chuckled and dropped onto his feet like an agile cat, hardly making a noise. “Because you usually have your eyes closed in ecstasy when I hit peak cardio heart rate.” I rolled my eyes at him as he walked toward me with the grace of a predator circling around its prey. “Which I’ve been doing a whole lot of lately.”

“Speaking of which,” I forced my eyes away from the rivets of sweat sliding down his thick torso to the waistband of his shorts so I could focus on my task at hand. “I need a girl’s break today.”

He paused and his dark stare intensified, “Explain.”

“You’ve been the perfect boyfriend, pampering me and keeping me entertained for the last few weeks, just like you said you would.”

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