Page 57 of Madness

He placed me on the bed in front of him. His legs caging me in, my back pressed to his front. My breasts filled his palms as he settled me flush against his body.

I moaned, and my head fell against his shoulder as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs. My mind was a confusing swirl of questions with no answers. I had no idea what I was doing, but my body didn’t have that problem. It wanted him. It had always wanted him.

“If you don’t want to eat, I can find something else to fill that pretty mouth of yours.” Maddox’s lips attacked my neck. I jerked as his teeth sunk into my skin. As sore as my body was from last night, I still responded. My pussy clenched painfully as my neck throbbed.

“Miaamata,you’re covered in my marks today. You’re like my own beautiful mosaic. Mine to decorate.” He licked where he’d bitten me. “I should leave this abused neck alone. But I can’t help it when your pussy begs for the pain.”

I couldn’t see the marks on my neck, but from what I could see, he was right. There were finger-shaped bruises on my thighs and hips. A dull ache from where the glass had cut my skin. And my fingers felt sore from how tightly I’d clutched the table.

Flashes of last night came back to me. The feel of blood coating my skin. The dizziness from lack of oxygen. The intense pleasure. Maddox’s groans as his warmth filled me. I gasped and jerked in his hold, but Maddox pulled me down again.

“You’re not going anywhere, my little dove.”

“No. I wasn’t—.” I let out a deep breath and forced myself to relax in his hold. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

My words were whispered as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It wasn’t solely his responsibility. I was in charge of keeping myself safe, and a condom hadn’t even crossed my mind last night. I’d been so absorbed by him. By the finality, I felt in the air. My only focus was on the pleasure. The pain.

“I’ll never wear one with you.” I tried to turn and look at him, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Maddox.” I felt his growl of approval as I said his name. For some reason, he loved hearing me say it. “We can’t do that.”

“Why not? You’re on the shot. We’re both clean.” He shrugged.

“How did yo-.” I didn’t bother finishing the question. He’d already made it clear he could find out whatever he wanted about me. Apparently, private medical records were within his reach as well. “What if things have changed? I could’ve caught something recently?”

I didn’t know why I said it. I hadn’t had sex in years and never without a condom. But I felt the need to provoke him.

I was angry because he knew too much about me. Angry because I wanted to know him, understand him. Because I knew he wanted to get rid of me. Because he made me want to stay.

Maddox fisted my hair and tugged me roughly until my face was tipped up to his. My scalp burned pleasantly. I could see his jaw working back and forth like he was trying to control his anger. I wasn’t sure why. He’d never tried to tame his rage around me before.

“Who else has filled my cunt with cum?” My eyes widened as his darkened. I could see the demon clawing to get out. Feel the rage pumping off him. He shook me, not hard, but enough for pain to spark along my abused body. “Fucking tell me, or I’ll kill every one of your exes. I’ll kill any man who’s spent time with you. Then I’ll come back here and fuck your mouth with their blood still on my skin.”

I groaned in my own head because I wasn’t as disgusted as I should be. I should’ve been horrified. Instead, my body tingled at the possessive way he spoke about me.

“Kincaid.” His voice was a blade cutting into my skin.

“No one.” His eyes narrowed like he didn’t believe me. It was wrong, but I wanted to soothe him. I brought my hands to his face running my fingers through the stubble covering his jaw. His eyes closed as I touched him. “I’ve always used a condom. No other man has ever touched me the way you have.”

His eyes flew open again, boring into me. “And they never will. You’ll only take my cum. My cock. My hands. My mouth. We’re never using condoms. I want to feel you while you shatter around me. I want you to feel what you do to me.”

All the air left my lungs. What was happening? He was supposed to be done with me. Yesterday was the end. So why was he saying this? And why did I want it?

Before I could process his words, Maddox’s dragged me up his body until his lips crashed onto mine. He took whatever oxygen remained as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. He thrust deeply, tasting every inch of me.

My fingers caressed the thick strands of his hair as I hung onto him, trying to keep myself grounded. I was delirious. Lost in him.

I gasped as he broke the kiss, but Maddox stayed closed. His eyes searched my face as if I held the answers to the universe. His thumbs stroked my cheeks. My lips. My neck. Reverently. Lovingly.

It was so different from how he’d touched me before that I didn’t know what to do. So I spoke the words that had been rattling around in my head.

“You got what you wanted.” My voice came out as a whimper. I didn’t know if I was afraid I was right or wrong. “I begged. Broke.”

“That’s not what I want anymore.”

“Then what do you want?” My eyes flicked back and forth between his. They were so much brighter than I’d ever seen. Almost…alive.

Abruptly he maneuvered my body again. He turned me to face him, burying my face into his neck. My eyes closed as I inhaled the scent that was uniquely him; manly and a little smoky. I felt more than heard his next word. It was a deep rumble in his chest.

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