Page 34 of Psycho

The motion of his cock sliding in and out of me wasn’t new, but the helplessness of it, literally being suspended and pushed and pulled onto it, was foreign and exciting and incredibly erotic.

“You take me so well, Storm.” He growled, sliding both hands down to my ass and spreading my cheeks, opening me up for him even more. “Fuck, yes.”

The smoke from the fog machine obscured everything around us as we rode the ride in circles. Faint cheers and laughs echoed from the dying carnival, and it heightened the fun of it all. We were so close to people as we had sex, yet no one could really see us. Even if there was a crowd of people around us, I’d still be Madd’s good girl and do exactly what I was already doing. There was no way I could stop myself from taking the pleasure he was giving.

“Your pussy is so wet for me, Storm.” He bit my neck on one down glide, and I gasped as tingles started building in my body. “You want to come for me, I can feel it.”

“I don’t think I have a choice.” My breath hitched. “I’m at your mercy.”

He chuckled and one palm landed directly on my ass cheek with a sharp crack through the air. “Jokes on you, because I have no mercy.”

“Yes!”

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock before we’re found. Tighten down on it and make me come.”

“Jesus.” I tightened around him and with the next thrust, I shot off on an orgasm bigger than any other I could remember as he growled and came at the same time.

As we caught our breath, he backed up, giving me a break even as the ride continued and then helped me down onto my feet. Almost as if he planned it all along, as we righted our clothing with mischievous glints in our eyes, the ride slowed down and then came to a stop.

“Sorry man,” the teen called from his booth, “Carnival is closing, I couldn’t keep it going any longer.”

“It’s all good.” Maddox slung his arm over my shoulders and helped me off the platform. “Have a great night.”

I buried my face in his side to hide my blush and smirk as we walked away, but as we neared the exit, I looked back and gotone last glance at the dark and spooky ride. I’d never look at a carousel again and not remember the way Maddox filled me up with each revolution. And that was fine by me.

The way Maddox held onto his darkness, letting me taste just the edge while protecting me from the full force of it, fed the wild child in me. I always craved bad boys, and the troubled projects I couldn’t fix, simply because I wasn’t supposed to. However, they never fulfilled me, and I was always left feeling empty and alone. With Maddox, though, his psycho gave me the wild and wrong I hungered for, like getting fucked on a carousel without a care in the world. His protectiveness over me, though, kept me from meeting the hard other side of that wild that I usually did.

He cared for me.

He protected me.

He cherished me.

And I was so unbearably unworthy of his efforts, but I’d be lying if I wasn’t planning on eating up every single crumb he was willing to give to me for however long he did.

I was obsessed with a psycho.

He treated me better than any man ever had before.

“Thanks for an incredible first date.” I smiled up at him as we neared his truck.

He grinned back and kissed my lips gently, “The first of many, Storm.”

Chapter 15 – Olivia

Living in Maddox Renner’s presence every single day was like something out of one of my favorite rom com movies. Sure, there were fewer flower deliveries and boom box serenades, and more blood-stained fucks, and dark stories like that of the woman he killed a while ago.

But it was perfect for us.

Even if the start to our relationship was weird and unconventional, we had fallen into a rhythm and normalcy I never wanted to give up. There were times I missed my old life before the Velvet Cage, where I lived one hundred percent on my own terms, coming and going and doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted to. I made my own rules and interacted with who I wanted, whereas with Maddox, I sometimes felt a little like a priceless bird in the gilded cage, but I recognized his care and affection for what it was.

He felt in control of my safety when we were in his building, and I couldn’t fault him for wanting to keep me safe and happy.Especially because the baby in my belly was growing rapidly. I was an easy target for someone looking to enact revenge, and I refused to just lie down and give myself up.

I followed his rules and stayed secluded in his massive and very comfortable living spaces, both his and mine, as we moved back and forth, like a kept mistress. Really, it wasn’t such a bad gig.

Leaving the hospital where I had my twenty-week anatomy scan to check the baby over, head to toe, was a weird, otherworldly experience. We came home with another long strip of black and white sonogram photos I planned to hang on the fridge with the others as soon as I broke the news to Peyton.

Among the second strip of photos, there was an envelope. And in that envelope was a picture with the baby’s gender revealed and labeled, yet neither of us had seen it yet.

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