Page 57 of Psycho

“I heard her—” I cried out, “I heard her question everything because you never wanted this.”

“I never imagined myself wanting a family before I met you.”Thrust.“I never imagined myself in love with someone before I met you.”Thrust.“I never imagined how it would feel like I couldn’t exist without another person by my side before I met you. But now,”Thrust.“Now I’m fucking addicted to you and I need you more than you’ll ever know, Storm.”

“Maddox.” I sobbed as another orgasm crashed over me and I moaned in a delirious tone for him as it washed over me. “I need you. I love you.”

“Good.” He slowed his thrusts and then pulled out of me, lowering us both back to the bed and wrapping himself around me, covering every inch of my skin with his. I ended up with my head on his chest and his rock-hard cock was standing erect before he pulled the blankets over us to cover himself.

“You didn’t come.” I looked up at his face in the darkness, in confusion. “Why?”

“Because you still don’t believe me. Because of words you heard a jaded woman speak. And until I can prove myself to you, I won’t find pleasure in your body. Not until your heart knows my truth, Storm.”

I lowered my gaze again, feeling so torn inside my heart about everything my head was thinking. “That feels like a punishment toward me.”

“It’s not.” He kissed my temple and tightened his arms around me. “But I can’t stomach the thought of orgasming until you feel secure and safe in my love. So now I’ll work on proving myself to you. After you get more sleep.”

“You woke me up in the first place.” I murmured as his words swam in my brain.

“I know.” He chuckled humorlessly against my hair as he stroked it. “Someone told me that there were only two ways to quiet the storm brewing in your mind, but I guess I chose wrong in my endeavor to apologize. Now I’ll try the other way by using my words and love to prove it.”

I relaxed into his hold, trying like hell to trust his words for face value and believe in him blindly. It wasn’t like he’d ever done anything but show me exactly how honorable he was toward me.

But for some reason, the disconnect between my brain and my heart was just too strong. So I snuggled deeper into his arms and took comfort from his touch.

“I love you, Psycho.” I whispered, tracing the lines of his muscles over his stomach as my eyelids grew heavy. Because I trusted my words, even if I couldn’t trust his.

“I love you so much more, Storm.”

Chapter 25 – Maddox

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

She looked away.

I smirked and shook my head, gazing back at the directions on the back of the package in my hands. Feeling her eyes on me again, I glanced back up and found her staring at me over the top of her book from the other side of the room.

I lifted my head fully, staring back at her.

She looked away. Again. This time, she huffed as she did it.

I smirked again.

My plan was either going to go off without a hitch and make her fall even more in love with me, or Storm was going to kill me with a blunt butter knife in my sleep.

It was anyone’s guess which direction it would go, to be honest.

Four days ago, she ran away to Hartington Estate to get space from me after she overheard Mack trying to tell me what I did or didn’t want in the middle of the night.

And every single second since I got her back home that night, I was just within reach of her.

No more late-night hunts. No more long hours in front of a computer working to find Damon or his mysterious money man. And sure as fuck, no more unattended Storm left to entertain herself in my absence.

No, I was making sure she was well and entertained with me under foot twenty-four seven.

Which was why I wasn’t sure if she was loving it or plotting my death as she once again looked over the top of her book at me.

She looked at me.

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