Page 60 of Carnival
“What?”
“I’m not stupid, hellion,’’ he murmurs, lips brushing against mine. “You came to the carnival looking for answers. Then you found me — and decided to try and extract information out of me. Let’s be real, if I wasn’t of any use to you, you wouldn’t have looked at me twice. And the man you see as your father? Yeah, he did the fucking same thing.’’
Tears cloud my vision, a couple of them sliding down my cheek. A shaky breath comes from my throat, and I’m at a loss for words. Because I can see the slight hurt he tries his best to mask, and no matter what I do or say right now, nothing will convince him that I didn’t do this on purpose.
“James,’’ I croak out, his face blurred behind my tears. “I wouldn’t do that on purpose. I know it’s fucked up… the way we met, and the way all of this came to be, but I really, really have feeling for—’’
Words get cut off when James puts pressure on the side of my neck, tightening his grip immensely. His eyes narrow at me dangerously, and the pain of his hand against my throat doesn’t hurt even a fraction of the hurt I’m feeling looking at the pure hatred in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence, hellion,’’ he yells in my face. His free hand comes down, tugging on thepants I’m wearing. “Tonight will likely be the last time you see me before I’m injected. It will be the last time I get to fuck you, and I want to focus on that. I want you to remember that even when they kill me, your entire being, everything that you are, will forever belong to me.’’
His words slap me into reality.
This is his reality.
He doesn’t know that I’ve been begging Hudson and Arlo to help him. He thinks he’s all alone and that no one will be coming to help him. He firmly believes that he’ll never walk freely, be outside, and live again.
So, I let him pull my pants down and push my underwear to the side.
In some sick, twisted way, I need this as much as he does. He needs reassurance that I belong to him, and I need him to take all the stress away, so tomorrow, I could start focusing on him getting out, because there’s no use in denying it anymore.
James Maddox is a monster, and I willingly allowed myself to fall for the monster with pretty eyes and a charming smile. I allowed myself to be trapped in the cage he built for me, decorated in pretty roses, filthy promises, and sinful temptations. He craves to own and control me, and I yearn to stay caged up because he took off the thorns of the roses just to keep me safe.
His fingers find my clit, and I moan, my head falling further against the wall. It takes me less time than I’d care to admit to getting soaking for him, and he presses his lips to mine. The kiss is bruising, as if he’s claiming ownership over me.
He swallows my moan, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. The intoxicated feeling of his kisses spreads through my veins, and I’m reminded of our last time together, when he said he’s addicted to me.
I’m addicted to him, too.
Wholeheartedly, I’m his. There’s no doubting that.
He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, drawing blood, and sucks on it. A small whimper from me causes him to chuckle, his fingers working on me at a faster pace. He’s aware we don’t have much time, and he isn’t wasting a single second.
I yank his pants down and free his cock from his underwear, the precum coating my fingers. He groans in my mouth and moves his hands to the back of my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He slams into me, and I scream out as his thickness fills me, the exhilarating feeling of his cock touching the most sensitive parts of me sending my mind into a frenzy. His lips find my throat, sucking, kissing, and licking. He’s trying to memorize my scent, my taste, and the way I feel wrapped around him.
“Such a good girl for me.’’ He sucks on the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and my inner walls clench around him. “I promise you, hellion, if you ever so much as think of taking another cock in my fucking cunt, I’ll haunt you from the below and make sure you don’t forget who the fuck you belong to.’’
“James,’’ I gasp out, feeling his thrusting become more violent, more desperate.
“And while you’re out there, living your life, remember that no one else will make you feel the way I do. No one else will knowevery fucking inch of your body the way I do. In life or death, you’re bound to me.’’
He snaps his hips into me, then uses one hand to grip my cheeks and force me to look at him. My lips part at the impact, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity to spit in my mouth and then closes my mouth.
“Swallow, you little slut.’’
My throat bobs as I obey, and a wicked smirk tugs on his lips. “That’s my good girl.’’
I moan loudly, his harsh, quick movements causing the orgasm to build in the pit of my stomach, threatening to push me over the edge. He holds my jaw tightly between his fingers, staring at me.
“Who owns you, hellion?”
“You do.’’
He releases my chin enough to slap me, then grabs it again, his thrusting becoming a lot more frantic. The impact causes me to moan, the stinging sensation only getting me more worked up, and I’m struggling to prevent myself from coming right then and there.
“I didn’t fucking hear you. Who. Fucking. Owns. You?!”
