Page 23 of Madness

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Ireached out and picked up a strand of Kincaid’s white blonde hair. The silky feel went straight to my cock, making me hard enough to be uncomfortable. Her pink lips were slightly parted. I imagined how good they were going to feel around my dick. I’d wrap her hair around my fist and fuck her mouth until she couldn’t breathe.

She let out a soft sigh in her sleep but didn’t move. I’d already pulled down the covers so I could look at all of her. The tiny shorts she slept in showed off her pale legs, the low light making it seem like they glowed. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the delicate bumps in her spine. So fragile. I wanted to bruise each one of them. Wanted to cover that skin in my mark.

I frowned at the holes in her top. Not that I was surprised based on the way she lived. Her whole life reeked of someone who was struggling. I’d already explored her tiny apartment while she slept. There wasn’t much to find. Well-worn clothes were folded into her only dresser, her bed was one step above a mattress on the floor, and there was barely any food in her cupboards.

I didn’t like that. Not that I cared about her well-being. But I didn’t want her to break because of an outside source. I wanted to know I was her undoing. That I had found and exploited her weaknesses.

But there was a part of me that remembered that deep hungry. That feeling of worry over where your next meal was coming from. Back when I was just the son of a junkie whore before my father found me. My mother had kept me around as a bargaining chip. She used to tell me every day that I was her winning lottery ticket, and soon she would cash me in.

I never knew why she waited. Why we lived in filth. Why we starved. Why she prostituted herself for her next fix. Maybe because she knew the truth. That my father would kill her for keeping me from him. For how she treated me. And he did.

As soon as he found out about me, he came and took me away. I couldn’t feel sorry for her death. She wasted her life and would’ve wasted mine.

Now I had power. Control. I could wield that power for my father and my benefit. I didn’t have to feel the fear of hunger. Or hopelessness. I wasn’t that rotting kid anymore. I was a Vancini.

I glanced around Kincaid’s apartment again. The only thing in here that showed her personality was the books. She had hundreds of books stacked everywhere. Mostly used paperbacks with covers adorned with half-naked men.

It seemed this little dove had more than one fetish. I’d flipped through a few copies while I watched her. It was all boring and generic. Historical novels with princes who saved the peasants or billionaires who fucked their secretaries. I knew it didn’t truly reflect her desires.

Kincaid shifted, bringing her legs to her stomach as she lay on her side. The position exposed her inner thigh. The mark I’d left on her skin a few days ago was fading. I was going to need to make a new one. I frowned as flashbacks came to me.

The feeling of her coming apart in my hands, her breathy moans, the way she’d said my name. Not during, but after. That’s not what bothered me. A strange feeling had passed through me when I touched her. I needed to figure out what had happened that night.

When I touched Kincaid, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. I was never calm. There was always something under the surface clawing to get out. That’s why I craved control; it was the closest I ever got to taming the demon. But when my hands had felt her silk skin, I relaxed. It didn’t make sense.

Then I’d lost control and covered her in my cum. I hadn’t planned on that. I was going to destroy her with her own body. Make her face the fact that she wanted me to fuck her. That she wanted me to break her. But then I’d remembered that guy touching her and herstronzoex.

The urge to claim her ripped my plans to pieces. I did it because something told me that the calm was fleeting; it would leave me when she did. I needed to make her feel me long after I left. I wanted to be the only man she thought about. I wanted to erase all the others. I wanted to creep my way into her mind. Under her skin. The same way she was under mine.

Why the fuck was she under my skin? Why did I want to know every detail of her life?

Kincaid was supposed to be another toy I broke. A useless object I would discard just like the others. That’s what she was. It was just taking longer to break her than I thought. But I loved a challenge.

Especially an innocent challenge who made my cock hard.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been watching her sleep when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I dropped the strand of hair I was still holding and pulled it out. Tristan’s name displayed on the screen. I sent the call to voicemail before putting it away. I leaned forward and buried my nose in her hair. Inhaling the clean powdery scent that lingered on her skin.

I needed to leave. I’d been here long enough and hadn’t learned anything I didn’t already know. I wasn’t even sure why I’d come. I’d gone to Entice first but left when I realized she wasn’t working. Then I’d tried to go to Wicked across town. It had a more specific clientele. It was full of men and women who had the same sadistic pleasures I did.

But even that hadn’t satisfied me. In truth, it hadn’t interested me in months. It was full of the same jaded, used people. I no longer got the reactions I was looking for.

None of them moaned like Kincaid. None of them had the shock or fear in their eyes.Cazzo,I’d almost spilled in my pants like a virgin when I slapped her ass for the first time. The surprise and delight in her expression had been so raw. So real.

Just like when she stripped her panties off for me. There was a shyness to her. An innocence but an eagerness. She probably didn’t even know it was there. But it was. She wanted this.

Soon she’d beg for it.

14

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The cool night air made my breath fog around my face as I walked towards the car at the curb. Bash opened the back door. The heater warmed my chilled fingers as I pulled my phone from my pocket. I clicked on Tristan’s name and waited for the call to connect.

“Report.” I said in lieu of a greeting.

I watched Kincaid’s building disappear as Bash navigated down the street. I couldn’t explain the odd sense of loss and regret that constricted my chest. I didn’t feel those things. I didn’t feel normal emotions. I was born without them. And nothing in life had shown me that I was missing out on anything. It seemed emotions only brought weakness and suffering.

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