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Dark.

Twisted.

Depraved.

The way I craved.

“I’m yours.”

He groaned before crashing our mouths back together again. He pulled back before I was ready. “Whose?”

“Yours.” I reached for him again, the happiness in his expression making my chest tight.

“Only mine? Forever?”

“Yes. Please, Maddox. I’m only your little slut forever.”

“No, you’re my perfect little dove.” He bit my lip before drowning me in his kiss again.

Maddox’s hand roamed my body. Pinching my nipples hard, flicking my clit, but never giving enough pressure to relieve the ache in my body. He was torturing me in a different way now.

“Please, Maddox.” I whimpered. He leaned forward, and his tongue traced my bottom lip. I tried to suck it into my mouth, but he pulled away.

“Please, what?” He latched onto my neck, causing a zap of lust between my legs as if he was sucking me there.

“Please, I want to come.” My voice trembled with need. “Make me come.”

“How do you want it, my little slut?” He placed his hand on my pussy and just left it there. I tried to squirm. To get his fingers inside me. Anything to create friction. To give my body what it needed. But he tightened his hold on my neck, and my movements stilled. I saw the sadistic gleam in his eyes, and fire coated my body. I wanted his sadism.

“I want you to take all of me.” I said as I stared into his eyes. I could see the obsessive love shining back at me. See how my submission pleased him.

I wanted to give him everything. All of me. Wanted to show him what his love meant to me. How it had finally freed after I was caged for so long. I needed to give him every part of me. Every inch of my body. It was already his. Just like my heart.

“Claim the last part of me. Make me yours.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between mine, trying to understand my meaning. I leaned forward until I was whispering in his ear. “Fuck my ass.”

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Kincaid

Maddox closed his eyes as if he was absorbing my words. Revealing in my final submission. I jolted as he hastily released my neck and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. He yanked the fabric down over my head before shoving my arms through the sleeves, dressing me as I stared at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he buttoned the shirt up, concealing my body. My blood stained the white fabric as he picked me up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped my ass roughly. He easily carried me out of the dining room and up the stairs.

“I don’t want anyone to see you, and your dress is ruined.” I buried my face in his neck as goosebumps broke out along my skin, remembering how my dress had gotten ruined. I rubbed into him, wanting to be close. To touch. I never allowed myself to initiate touch between us. But now I could. Now that I’d set myself free. I nipped and licked, laughing as he almost dropped me. Maddox laughed back.

I loved the sound. It was carefree and light. He rarely let his guard down. I wanted to bottle it up and listen to it every day. Except I didn’t need to bottle it up because I was staying. I could hear it every day if I wanted. I smiled as he kicked open the bedroom door and tossed me to the bed.

I yelped as I bounced once before Maddox followed me down, attacking my lips with his. I gripped the thick strands of his hair and moaned as his tongue dove inside. Tasting every corner as he grabbed my throat possessively.

He fucked my mouth with his tongue. It was a claiming. And I let him take. His hand lingered over the bite he’d given me. Reminding me of what I’d let him do. What I would now allow myself to enjoy. I moaned as he pulled back, licking his lips to savor our taste as he stared down at me.

He was so strikingly handsome. His hair disheveled and curling over his forehead. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones. His deep blue eyes burned into me as I reached for the buttons of his shirt.

Slowly I undid them. One by one. His gaze tracked my every moment. I realized I’d never done this before. I’d never bared myself to him without him commanding it first. It was a subtle move showing Maddox how things had changed. How I was willing to give myself to him now. For my pain. His pleasure.

Once the shirt was undone, he pushed it aside to look at me before leaning forward. I moaned as his teeth captured my bottom lip. “Whose mouth is this?”

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