Page 29 of Dove

If I didn’t stop him, he’d kill Tristan. Not just because of what he’d said; but because the weight of having one of his men betray him pressed down on him.

Humans betrayed. It was in our nature. We clawed at each other until someone was on top. Maybe it was a leftover survival instinct from our ancestors.

It wasn’t the betrayal that bothered him. It was the fact that he didn’t see it. He prided himself on knowing secrets. On being in control. He’d been blinded. By me. And he didn’t know how to handle it. This violence was a direct reaction to those feelings. He wanted to get his control back. Maddox needed a release. And I would give it to him.

I pushed up onto my toes so no one but Maddox heard my next words. “Punish me.”

15

Kincaid

It happened in a flash. One second I was staring at Maddox’s face, and the next, I was looking at his back upside down. I yelped in surprise as he started to carry me up the stairs as if I weighed nothing. One strong arm held me across the back of my thighs while the other was all over my ass. I bit my lip to hold in my moan as his touch made my body tingle.

“Bash, deal with Tristan.” He called over his shoulder before we disappeared down the hall.

He gave my ass a sharp slap as he kicked open the door to his room. I thought he would drop me on the bed; instead he turned until we were in the walk-in closet. It was a loose term for what was really a small room. One of the walls was lined with his clothes and one with mine. There were two large built-in dressers in the middle. But I already knew where he was taking me.

Maddox dropped me to my feet in front of the back wall, made entirely of mirrors. It was like being in a fitting room at a store. The light was low, casting our bodies in a dim glow. My breath hitched as I looked into the mirror to watch Maddox. He circled around me, stalking me like a predator with his prey.

“What to do with you, my little slut?” I shivered as his fingertips skimmed down my back. “You have been a bad girl. Denying you want this. Do you have any idea how bad my cock has been aching to feel your tight cunt?”

My chest constricted as I realized what I’d gotten myself into. I’d spoken the words that would give him permission. He was going to take me tonight. And I was going to let him.

“As badly as I’ve been dying to come.” I answered as I flicked my eyes to his in the mirror.

Maddox smirked as he moved his hand to the front of my body. His fingers dipped into the waistband of my leggings, down the front of my panties, as I spread my legs on instinct. I closed my eyes with the shame of how easily my body opened to him. I could feel his chuckle against my skin as he roughly tapped my clit with his hand.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make this pussy come tonight.” I almost sighed in relief. He’d been torturing me for a week. My body was already on the edge, ready to explode. “After I punish you for making us wait.”

Then his touch was gone. I took a deep calming breath waiting for his next move. Waiting to see how he was going to hurt me. I tried to control the anticipation coursing through my veins.

Finally, it was too much; my eyes flew open. I didn’t see him in the mirror. I turned around, but I didn’t see him anywhere. I took a step to walk towards the bedroom when a hand closed around my wrist. I screamed in surprise as Maddox yanked me back into his hard chest.

“Where do you think you’re going, my little dove?” My heart tried to find a steady rhythm again as his hand collared my throat. He didn’t add any pressure. But it was firm, making his dominance known.

“I-I didn’t see you.” I turned to glance up at him. “Where did you come from?”

Maddox flipped us around until I was facing a room I’d never seen before. It was the size of a coat closet. The walls on either side were lined with shelves full of all different kinds of weapons. There were guns, knives, ammo, even brass knuckles. There were also fake passports, money in several different currencies, and a computer displaying the security feed.

“What is that?” I asked in astonishment.

“It’s a panic room, but I also use it as an armory. Here.” He pushed me forward gently. As we approached the door, he reached up and closed it. I blinked as I stared at a closet wall. There was a row of belts hanging from a rack. I’d seen it a hundred times; it liked just as normal now as it had before. There were no seams to indicate it opened. No telltale signs that something was hidden behind it.

Maddox intertwined our fingers and lifted our joined hands. We brushed the edge of the rack, where I felt a small screw. He applied pressure, and a click sounded as the door opened. “It’s bulletproof. The walls could probably withstand a nuclear blast. If the house was ever attacked, I want you to hide in here until I come get you. No one else knows about this room.”

“Why not?” I whispered. I was in shock. It was one of those moments again where I was forced to realize who he was. What his life was actually like. He was preparing me for an attack. I shook my head in disbelief.

“Because I don’t trust anyone.”

I wondered why he trusted me. I could open this room while he was sleeping, grab a gun, and shoot him. The thought was almost laughable. I’d never held a gun in my life. Let alone shot anyone. I’d never even punched someone. I was weak. Too weak to be trapped in this world of mafia and monsters.

“Now, pick one.” Maddox said as he closed the door again, and we stared at his belts. He brought our joined hands to skim down the smooth leather. “Which one should I use to mark your pretty porcelain skin?”

I let out a shaky breath as my thighs quivered. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this. I didn’t want to. One more night, I told myself. I’d indulge in one more night before I let him go forever.

I fingered a few belts letting the smell of leather permeate my senses. Letting it bring back memories. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d felt his belt come down on my skin. Much to my shame, I knew I’d like it, as I had then. I selected a black one with a simple silver buckle and handed it to him.

“Good, my little dove.” He kissed my hair before walking us in front of the mirrors again. “Now strip.”

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