Page 38 of Psycho

“These are called Maddox kryptonite.” I joked, and he nodded sheepishly. “Do you like them?”

His eyes glowed in the dim candlelight as he looked away from the lace and up to my eyes, “I think I’m going to need to do some further scientific studying of them before I can answer truthfully.” Sitting up on his knees, he ran both of his enormous hands from my thighs, down my calves and over my feet, covered in the soft white fabric. I watched, fully engrossed in him as he lifted my feet to his chest and then ran his hands back down my legs, opening them and folding my knees out wide as he went. With any other man, being on display in such a position of vulnerability would have driven me nuts. But with Maddox, I simply tucked one arm behind my head to watch him explore my body like it was his right.

Because it was.

I was his.

If he wanted to play and explore me, I had no qualms about it.

“How’s the research coming along?” I asked as he ran his hands back up the length of my legs, but kept my thighs spread for him like his good girl would. The growl that rumbled in his chest said he approved as he finally tore his eyes away from my exposed body to my eyes.

“It’s proving to be very enlightening.” He grinned devilishly. “Now roll over.” He used his hold on my thighs to spin me over so I was on my knees with absolutely no effort on my part before giving me a gentle push between my shoulder blades so I was bent over for him. “I think I want to research something else now.”

“Oh yeah,” I looked over my shoulder, spreading my thighs and arching my back to present for him. “What exactly is the subject of your study this time?”

He slowly lowered his lips to my ass cheek, kissing one before moving over to the other one and then kissing his way in towards the center. “I want to see how many times I can make you come with my tongue in your ass.”

“Jesus Christ.” I snorted, but it died on a moan when he buried his face in my cheeks and went to work. “Fucking hell, Psycho.” I cracked my neck and put my hands on the headboard, arching even more for him and pushing back against his face. “Good boy.”

He slapped my ass for the chide and I moaned louder as he added a second and a third while he explored. “I’ll be your good fucking boy, Storm. And then I’ll be your good fucking psycho. However you want me, I’ll be so damn good for you.”

Chapter 16 – Maddox

Iopened Liv’s front door and called out to her when I didn’t find her in the living space. “Storm.”

“In here.” Her voice drifted down the hallway from her bedroom and I followed it like a sailor to a siren song, straight into the rocky shore.

When I found her standing in the closet staring at herself in the full-length mirror, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties, I leaned on the doorframe and watched her. There was a lot going on in her head, and the storm clouds were back in her eyes as she finally looked at me in the reflection.

“None of my clothes fit.” Her shoulders sagged as she looked back down at her growing belly in the mirror. “And I don’t think baggy hoodies are going to hide this from P anymore, either.”

I leaned up off the frame and walked into the closet, wrapping my arms around her from behind and laying both of my palms on her very round baby bump. “We can go buy clothes any time you want. Or we can order an entire truck load online and havea fashion show right here in this closet.” I kissed the back of her head as she leaned back into my body. “And I think you’re far overdue in telling P, anyway.”

Thinking her sister’s disappointment would overshadow Liv’s joy from her first OB appointment, she began with the same evasive line she’d been using on me for weeks. “She’ll just be—”

“She won’t.” I cut her off. “She’ll be happy for you.”

Liv pursed her lips but didn’t tell me I was wrong. Truth was, neither of us knew how Peyton would react to the news that she’d be an aunt in just a few short months. But we were running out of ways to keep it hiddenandtime to figure it out.

“Maybe I’ll tell her when we go tree shopping.” She sighed. “Christmas always sweetens Peyton up.” Turning in my arms, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled at me, and I could tell my little Storm was up to no good before she even opened her pretty lips. “You know what would distract me from the doomed conversation altogether?”

“Hmm.” I raised one brow at her skeptically.

“Work.” She whispered and widened her eyes dramatically. “I can help, you know.”

“No.” I shut down the notion before it even began.

“I could do something simple, like monitor accounts or trail searches and underground conversations.”

“No.” Pulling her arms free of my neck, I backed up and tried to create space between us as the conversation instantly made me sick to my stomach. We’d hit a dead end with tracking down the last two names on the list, Damon Kirst and his primary investor. We didn’t even have a name for the mysterious silent partner yet, but we were getting closer. All we had was a callsign for him.

Fang. Stupid fucking callsign if you ask me, but whatever.

We knew they’d go underground and hide for a while, which was what I had wanted. Because if they were hiding, the Velvet Cage wasn’t operating.

It would make them desperate.

It would make them slip up.

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