Page 23 of Sweet Addiction

“No. My piercing is safe. I’m a big guy Dove. It’s normal. Now let’s get cleaned up before your mother finds us.”

That snaps her into action; she scrambles off the bed, racing to her attached bathroom. She holds the door in one hand and looks over her shoulder. “You need to go to your own room. This was a mistake and wrong on so many levels. It can’t happen again.”

Glaring at her, I swing my legs off the bed. Keeping my voice calm despite the anger I feel at her dismissal I say, “It wasn’t a mistake. It wasrighton every level. And trust me, it will happen again. Nothing can stop me. Not even you.”

She shoots me a look before slamming and locking the door.

I smirk at my feisty little dove.

She can deny us all she wants.

But I won’t stop.

I will never stop.

Not now I’ve had a taste.

I’m an addict and she is my addiction.

One I refuse to quit.

ChapterSixteen

MADISON

I must have completely lost my mind.

It’s the only logical explanation for what just happened.

Knox took my virginity…

My mom’s fiancé fucked me.

What’s worse is that—I liked it. I liked every dirty little second of it.

I exhale a breath, as the hot water hits my skin as if I can wash away my sins.

What have I done?

And why can’t I stop?

Because you like him.My mind taunts me with the words. The truth.

Jesus. I am so screwed.

“Honey, are you decent?” My mother’s voice snaps me from my reverie. Guilt washes over me, suffocating me until I can’t breathe.

Turning off the spray, I hop out of the shower, grab a towel and wrap it around me. I need to tell her the truth. I can’t live with the shame of what I did. In her house. With her fiancé. Taking a deep breath, I step into my bedroom, my face paling, nausea swimming in my gut when I find her sitting on my bed. The scene of my crime. Her brows are furrowed as she stares at something.

“Mom?”

Her head snaps up, gaze locking on me as she searches my face. “There is blood on your sheets. Are you okay?” She stands, moving toward me. I squirm, my throat constricting as her concerned eyes narrow on me.

“I got my period,” I blurt, my earlier thoughts of telling her the truth now gone. I can’t. Not now she has seen the evidence of my virginity.

A look of relief replaces the concern, and she stops, a laugh bubbling out of her. “Oh, thank God. For a minute there, I thought you had been hurt.”

A lump clogs my throat. Tears burn the backs of my eyes. Could I feel any worse right now? Sure, Mom has her faults, but she doesn’t deserve a traitorous daughter. “No, I’m fine,” I whisper.

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