Page 12 of Sweet Addiction

It’s been two weeks of living with my dove.

Two weeks of pure torture.

Ever since that evening in the park, Madison has tried to avoid me. I hate it. It makes me want her more.

My plan to fuck one of my regular women never materialized. I tried to tell myself it’s because I didn’t want the drama but deep down, I knew whatever I told myself, that I just needed to fuck someone else to get her out of my system was utter bullshit. I hate to admit it, but Madison has more of a hold on me than I first realized.

And with that realization, came an aching hand and raw cock from all my jerking off to thoughts of her. It sucks. But it’s better than the alternative of going into my dove’s bedroom and holding her down, while I shove my dick in her tight pussy.

Things like that shouldn’t even be crossing my mind, but they are. Every minute of every damn day. It’s torture. I fantasize about all the ways I can take her. Her mouth on my cock as I fuck her throat. My mouth on her cunt, tongue fucking her to orgasm. My dick so deep in her pussy, she would taste me for days.

I groan.

Fuck.

Now I’m hard. Again. It’s been a regular occurrence since Madison moved back, that I considered seeing a doctor. No one should be this hard all the time. It’s becoming a problem. So much so, jerking off is no longer enough. I need the real thing. Which is a major problem considering the circumstances.

I shift slightly, hiding as I reach down and discreetly rearrange my junk. Glancing around the football field, I make sure I’m not being watched only to smirk when my eyes land on the object of my desire. She stands on the sidelines in her cheer uniform, looking so sexy it should be illegal. My eyes rake over her long bare legs, the curve of her ass, her tiny waist and the swell of her breasts. I groan.Fuck me. There is no doubt that Madison Devereux is hot in any outfit but in her cheer uniform? My fist comes up to my mouth and I bite down. It should be prohibited for her to wear such a thing.

Taking one more look around, I grit my teeth when I notice she has not only my attention but several of the boys on the football team. The urge to storm over there and beat the fuck out of them, is strong. I suck in a calming breath instead, making a mental note to speak with principal asshole about the cheer uniform. To be honest, I would be doing the school a great service by suggesting they wear leggings and a long-sleeve shirt. It will stop the football team from being distracted and they might even win a game. It’s not like the cheerleaders can’t perform routines in gym wear. It’s a win, win. I nod. Yeah. It will be best for everyone. Bernard Schwartz should be thanking me really for suggesting it. And there is the bonus of Madison being covered. At least with that, there is no risk of me killing anyone for looking at her half-naked ass.

“Conetti, is the ball covered in grease?” I bark out.

The fucker looks at me, laughing nervously. “What? No. Why would it be covered in grease?”

“Well, it seems to be on the ground more than it is in your hands,” I point out. “I was told you were one of the best players on the team, so I thought I would ask. You know, just in case there was something wrong with the ball,” I say sarcastically but the dumb fucker still doesn’t understand. His ego is so big. He thinks he is a great player, when at best he is subpar. He will never be drafted to an NFL team. He would be lucky to make a college team.

“No sir, the ball is fine,” he shouts back.

I wave my hand. “Get on with it then and show me what you’ve got.” He nods and continues with his drills. My gaze shifts back to my dove to find her eyes already on me. Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink at being caught staring and she chews her bottom lip. My cock twitches in my pants.

I want her.

I must have her; consequences be damned.

I know it won’t be as simple as that though.

Madison loves her mom and is loyal to her mother even when she shouldn’t be. The more time I spend around them both the more I see that Madison is more like a parent in their relationship. Then there’s the emotional abuse Scarlett throws at her every time she wants to manipulate Madison into doing something she wants. Like show business.

Just the other day, I overheard an argument between them. From the sounds of it, Madison had been on the phone with her dad and stepmother. Scarlett didn’t like that and wasn’t afraid to spew venomous words at my dove. “I know you wish Vanessa was your real mom. You think she is better than me. It hurts Madi. Hurts. I gave birth to you, and you would prefer another woman to be your mother.”

No wonder Scarlett is an actress. She sure can act and control situations to her benefit. Madison spent nearly an hour trying to reassure her mother that it wasn’t the case. Even went as far as saying she wanted to meet with a casting agent Scarlett had set up, just to make her happy. In that moment, I knew exactly what Scarlett was doing, why she was saying those things. It was manipulation to get Madison to submit to her. It was hard to listen to and I nearly intervened many times, but it wasn’t my place. Yet. It also made me understand the dynamics of their relationship a bit better and how unhealthy it is. How codependent Scarlett is with Madison. She needs to set boundaries, stop enabling her. Until then Scarlett will continue to manipulate her.

It’s a good job I came along, and Madison has me now. Because I intend to show her all the ways her mom is abusing her. Yeah, it’s not physical abuse but it’s abuse all the same. My dove deserves better than that.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shoot her a wink. She blushes, looking away.

I smirk.

It’s decided.

Madison Devereux is mine.

Fuck, the consequences.

ChapterTen

MADISON

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