Page 30 of Sweet Addiction

All valid questions. You only have to put my name in a search engine and pages upon pages of pictures appear of me with different women. I did fuck around. A lot. But that was before her. Before my dove. I don’t know what it is about her, and it sounds cliché as fuck, but she is different. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. As much as I tried to do the right thing, I had no control over it. I want to make her mine no matter the cost.

Gripping her hip, I pull her in close. “You’re right. I didn’t give a fuck about any of the others. They were just warm holes for me to stick my dick in when I wanted to fuck. But you? You are so much more Dove. That’s why I can’t allow you to go out with Talan. It’s selfish of me considering the arrangement I have with your mom, but it is what it is. You are not just another notch on my headboard. Never have been,” I tell her honestly and I am surprised by how much I mean everything I just said.

Her emerald eyes are wide. Full of disbelief as she swallows. “Wh-what?” she stutters.

“You heard. Now message thatboyand cancel whatever plans you had with him. I won’t ask again. Hurry though, any minute now your mother will come looking for one of us.”

She shakes her head, exhaling. “Knox, I’m not going to cancel.”

My jaw clenches. “Yes, you are.”

“No. I’m not. Talan is a friend and you hurt him. Anyway, it’s not a date, never was. I invited some of our friends, so there is a whole group of us going out.”

“I don’t give a fuck; how many of you are going. You may think of him as a friend, but he wants you. He wants what is mine.” The possession in my voice is borderline aggressive.

Madison lets out an exasperated sigh before bending and grabbing something off the floor. A sweater. Pulling it over her head, she shoots me a look. “Now can you leave. I need to finish getting ready.”

I glare. “I told you to cancel.”

“And I told you that I won’t be canceling. If we are doing this, you need to trust me. I have never asked you to call off your dinner dates with Mom. So, you can allow me to go out with my friends.” And damn it she is right.

But she is forgetting one thing. “You didn’t need to. I never went out with Scarlett the other night. Because of you.” It’s a low blow but I am not above trying anything at this point.

She eyes me for a long beat, and I think I have her until she says, “Good for you. I’m going. You can’t stop me.”

Smiling, I say, “Have it your way then.” Her brows furrow in confusion but I just grin before picking up my discarded gift. I hand it to her. “I got you a present.”

She takes it from me warily. Her hand dips inside, pulling out the gift. “It’s heavy,” she murmurs, unwrapping the red tissue paper. I smirk as the items are revealed. Madison gasps, her eyes darting to mine. “What are they?”

Stepping into her, I take one item out of her hold. “These, baby, are candles. In the shape of my cock,” I tell her. After telling Shania, the sales lady at For Your Pleasure, exactly what I was looking for, we went through my preferences and even I was shocked at the number of options I had when it came to replicating my body parts. Shania suggested a dildo and though I considered it, I decided, I don’t want anything inside my dove’s pussy but me. When I had settled on having a candle made, she took me out back where a rubber mold of my dick was made. Once it had set, she pierced a hole in the top, to pull the wick through—apparently it represents the semen when you come—and poured flesh-colored wax into it. The end result was a ten-inch replica of my cock, in candle form. The resemblance is uncanny. It shows every vein, line and even my piercing. They are perfect and now she has one for each of her nightstands. Her eyes are wide as she studies me, then the candles. I grin. Taking it from her, I pad to one side of the bed, getting it situated before doing the other. Prowling back over to her, I grip her chin. “Now you will never forget who you belong to. Who has been inside you. Me. Not Talan. Me,” I say so possessively; she stares at me like I have completely lost my mind. Maybe I have.

Dropping a kiss on her lips, I leave her room. Sauntering down the stairs, to the entry table that holds all the car keys, I grab Madison’s before strolling outside. Pressing the button to open her Mercedes, I make quick work of popping the hood and disconnecting the battery. With a smirk, I slam it shut, lock her car and head back inside.

Knox — 1

Dove — 0

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It’s the night of the gala and has been nearly two weeks since the battery incident. Though she has her suspicions—but no proof—Madison doesn’t know it was me that messed with her Mercedes. She was so angry that her car wouldn’t start, and that no one was there to help her find the cause of the problem. Scarlett doesn’t have a clue about cars, and I conveniently took myself out for a run. By the time I was back she had missed her date. Surreptitiously, I did reconnect the battery and when she asked for my help, I told her it was a dead battery. To keep up with the charade, I then pretended to jump-start her car. It was a shitty and dishonest thing for me to do, but I can’t bring myself to feel guilty. I got what I wanted. Even managed to look like a hero.

Standing in the foyer, I check myself out in the full-length mirror. Damn, I look good in a tux, if I do say so myself. Heels sound on the marble floor pulling my attention to Scarlett who is sashaying toward me. “Knox,” she breathes. “You look amazing.” She stops in front of me. Even with heels she is a foot shorter than me. At 6’4”, I easily tower over Scarlett and my dove.

“Thanks. You look lovely,” I say politely but Scarlett being Scarlett takes it as a come-on.

Running a nail up my chest, she says, “And together we look like the perfect couple. Maybe tonight will be the night where we… you know,” she purrs the insinuation clear.

Removing her hand from my body, I glare down at her. Just as I am about to open my mouth to tell her that it will not happen, footsteps sound on the staircase. My head snaps up, eyes going wide at the vision descending them.

Fuck.

My dove looks breathtaking.

In a long length, emerald-green gown that matches her eyes, I have never seen anything so exquisite in my life. In this moment, I know I could travel the world and never find anything that could match her beauty.

“You look beautiful honey. The dress was a good choice,” Scarlett comments.

Madison’s eyes bounce between us—no doubt at our proximity. I take a step back, my gaze raking over her. She is absolute perfection. My cock hardens in my suit pants, and I discreetly reach down to adjust myself. Jesus. The things this girl does to me.

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