Page 54 of The Madman and his broken Princess
Amelia felt perfect around me. Tight and hot and slick.
I needed her to submit to the pleasure before I did. I cupped her clit, stroked it with the pad of my finger until her moans increased and her hips met every thrust of mine eagerly. I pinched and stroked her little button until Amelia lost all semblance of control, until she cried out every time I slammed into her. She arched back with a harsh cry, her pussy clamping around my cock as she shuddered violently. Her eyes rolled back. She was magnificent. I pounded harder into her, chasing my own release.
My balls tightened when I filled Amelia completely. I groaned as pleasure erupted through me.
I closed my eyes and put my forehead against Amelia’s shoulder blade as I released deep inside her. She was still under my body except for a very gentle tremor. Her eyes were filled with lust and worse, with affection. Why couldn’t she give me hatred? Her fury was a fleeting thing, always gone before I could feast on it. I pulled out, hating her wince.
I wanted to hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing her hurt. I gripped a new washcloth and cleaned between her legs, wishing the sight of her swollen flesh and blood would give me satisfaction. After I cleaned myself, I tossed the cloth away andlifted her in my arms. She watched me with half-lidded eyes as I carried her over to the bed we’d share and put her down. She looked magnificent against the black silk, her red hair and milky skin a stark contrast to the fabric’s dark hue.
“I fear you more than I ever feared your father. I fear you for the power you hold over me. More power than he ever had over me. And what I loathe is how you don’t even realize it. You wield your power with cruel ignorance, splintering my heart without a second thought,” I seethed, overcome with familiar rage. She simply looked too perfect. Why did my heart continue to splinter at the mere sight of her?
When my despair had become too potent after Amelia’s disappearance, I’d reached for the rage slowly building inside me. It had been comforting and easier to bear than sadness and the brutal feeling of betrayal.
Amelia shook her head with a look of sadness. She still didn’t understand what she had done to me.
“You were focused on your rise to power, on revenge. I didn’t think you’d be this devastated.”
“Liar.”
She swallowed, tears filling her eyes. Despite my fury, despite my wish to destroy her as easily as she had almost ruined me, her tears still wrecked me. I hated her even for that.
“I thought the part of you who cared about me was gone. You seemed gone.”
“I needed you to remind me who I was. I needed you to help me hold on to what was left of me. But you didn’t even try.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to. You wanted to rage and destroy, to slaughter and torture. You craved the darkness.”
“I didn’t then. I do now. In the past, I hoped you’d lead me back into the light, but now I’ll drag you into the dark with me.”
The saddest smile I’d ever seen on her face tugged at her lips. “I’ll try to be your anchor.”
My pulse picked up. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I stretched out on the bed, leaving an arm’s length between us. I still often slept on the floor, but now that Amelia was my wife, I wanted to share a bed with her.
Amelia rolled over on her side until she faced me. The accusation I waited for didn’t come. She watched me silently. I shifted, trying to get comfortable on the soft mattress and with Amelia’s unwavering attention. In the past, we’d understood each other with a mere look, but she’d destroyed it by running.
I wanted the familiarity back, even if it meant she could ruin me even worse.
The hand with my ring lay flat against the silky linen. I rolled over on my side, feeling a deep longing I could hardly bear. Amelia inched her hand closer to me. I swallowed hard. This woman was too powerful.
My enemies cowered before me, and my soldiers feared and respected me. Even my own Capo regarded me like a dangerous animal he might have to put down one day, but Amelia wanted to see the good.
I slid my hand over to her until my fingers covered hers. She closed her eyes. I allowed my gaze to travel the curve of her body, lingering on her bruised hip bones and red inner thighs. Leaning up on my elbow, I gripped the blanket and covered her up to her shoulders.
She tilted her head, her brows furrowing.
“Sleep,” I urged, then turned off the lights. I didn’t have drapes on the windows. I’d spent years without a single view of the night sky. I didn’t want to be deprived of it ever again.
Outside, the music and laughter lingered as our guests celebrated without us. As Underboss, I had to provide a feast for my wedding, but no one expected me to be present. They were probably glad I stayed away.
“Do you still have nightmares?” Amelia asked softly.
I chuckled low in my throat. “Of course. But unlike in the past, now when I wake, the nightmare will be over.”
“The past can’t rest until he does,” she whispered. She didn’t have to say who she meant.
My stomach clenched violently. I ripped my hand away from hers. “He won’t get to rest. I’m not done with him.”
“Will you ever be?”
