I attacked her. My tongue lapping at her entrance. Biting at her sensitive skin. Sucked until I left a mark. I flicked her clit as I pumped two fingers inside her.
Kincaid’s body went ridged as she arched off the table. Her moans and taste were like a drug, calming the demon inside me. I wanted to live between her thighs. I wanted to hear those sounds of pleasure every day. I didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. This was only for me.
“Say my fucking name.” I growled against her pussy before feasting on her again.
“No.” She screamed as I sucked her clit between my lips.
I felt her reaching her peak. I wanted to hold her there. Torture her until she admitted she wanted this. Wanted me. This would be her undoing. She’d shattered if she had to admit the truth. That an innocent dove like her wanted the demon in me.
But the sound of the door opening ruined my plans.
“Oh, my god.” Kincaid tried to sit up and cover herself, but I forced her back down. I wasn’t done with her.
I quickly grabbed my jacket from the chair and threw it over her body before I stood and pressed into her making sure she was covered from whoever had just walked in.
“Maddox?” Tristan called from the door, but I didn’t take my eyes away from Kincaid.
Hers were widened in panic, and her body trembled beneath me. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want anyway else to scare her. These reactions were only for me.
“For your sake, I hope someone is dead.” My voice was deadly calm, a promise of punishment in my words. He knew better than to fucking interrupt me when I was playing.
“Leif called a meeting. We need to go.”
“I’ll meet you outside in a few minutes.” I heard his steps as he turned to leave. My gaze was still locked on Kincaid. A frown pulled on her lips, and she stared at the ceiling like she was trying not to cry. “And Tristan?”
“Yes?”
“Did you see anything?” I couldn’t hide the venom in my voice.
“No.” But there was a hint of something in his tone. He better not be lying,stronzo.
“I hope not. I’d hate to pour bleach into your eyes and blind you. Now get the fuck out of here.”
I heard the door close and pulled off Kincaid.
“Oh, my god.” She whimpered as she covered her face. She tried to move off the table again, but I pried her hands from her face and pinned them above her head.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“You—I. Home. You have to leave.” She stammered as she searched my face.
“Not before I finish eating your sweet pussy.”
“Maddox, I—.” Now she says my name. I narrowed my eyes as I squeezed her wrists tighter.
“Don’t,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m on the fucking edge right now, Kincaid. So unless you want me to take the belt to you again until I’m covered in your blood or find someone’s throat to rip out, you better lay here and come in my mouth like the good little slut you are.”
“Tristan saw me.” She whispered, and the shame in her voice twisted my stomach.
“No, he didn’t.” I traced a finger down her cheek forcing her eyes to mine. They swirled with too many emotions for me to decipher. “And if he did, I’ll make good on my threat. No one gets to see you like this.”
I released her and moved between her legs again. I ravished her pussy before she could keep talking. Before I could figure out why I wanted her to feel better. I didn’t like that she was ashamed of what we’d done. Which didn’t make any sense because that was the point. I wanted her to be ashamed, so it would ruin her.
But when I’d seen the crestfallen look on her face, the only thing I could think about was erasing it. The need to make her feel good pulsed inside me. I’d never cared before. Not with her or anyone else. They weren’t people with emotions. They were holes and toys for my pleasure.
Kincaid moaned, and I shoved my thoughts aside. I thrust my tongue in and out of her before replacing it with my fingers. I stretched her and sucked her clit until she denoted in my mouth. I licked every drop of her, letting her luscious taste drug me. Calm me.
A strange voice in my head told me I should let her go. That I shouldn’t force her to come back here. But that wasn’t going to happen. She was trapped in my cage now, and I wasn’t letting her go until she broke. That was the plan.