Page 60 of Madness

“This.” I motioned with my hand in between us. “This isn’t what we do. Why did you let me stay the other night? Why are you still bringing me here? Why are there clothes in your closet that are my size, and when did you get them?”

He set his drink on the table, his strong fingers running around the rim of the glass. Were fingers supposed to be sexy? Because his were. My eyes snapped to his at the sound of his deep voice.

“You stayed, and you’re here because I want you to be. The clothes are yours. I’ll also be providing you with a credit card you can use for any of your expenses. I’ll pay your rent as while.” He tapped his fingers on the glass as if he was thinking. “Although it’s not a good neighborhood, I’d much rather you moved in here.”

I put my hands up and shook my head in confusion. “Wait! What? A credit card? Rent? Move in?”

He wrapped his fingers around my wrists, tugging me forward until I sat in his lap. His hand skimmed up my back, gripping the nape of my neck until his piercing blue eyes stared into mine. “Did you think I wouldn’t take care of you?”

I blinked, trying to understand. “Why?”

His lips brushed along my exposed neck sending goosebumps down my skin and making my nipples harden behind my sweater. I sucked in a harsh breath, trying to calm my reaction. “Because you’re mine.”

“And what was I before?” His face buried in my neck. I heard the deep inhale. I didn’t know if he was absorbing my scent or trying to ignore my question. Maybe all the questions were making him mad.

“A toy.” That one word felt like a slap. Anger boiled my blood. I shoved at his chest and tried to break free of his hold.

I knew it, of course. I wasn’t a person to him. I never had been. It was only in my own stupid mind that I’d thought we could be something else. It was my foolishness, my romantic notions, that wanted him to care. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Because he didn’t feel emotions like the rest of us humans.

It was me who had developed feelings. From my need to connect with the person who’d seen inside me. Who’d seen my desires and made them come true. Who made it okay for me to feel them. The person who’d protected me from another monster.

But all of it had been for him. It was selfish. He’d done it to keep his toy from being broken by another.

“Let me go.” I struggled against him. My fists hitting his muscular chest. Weakly. I was weak in body and mind.

Maddox grabbed both my wrists in one hand, shoving them behind my back. My breasts thrust forward into his body. His face was hard with rage, inches from mine. My chest fell with ragged breaths as my lips pressed together.

“Stop!” He growled. “Or I’ll start counting your punishments.”

“Fuck you.” I grit out as I clenched down. My jaw was locked so tight I was worried I’d shatter all my teeth.

He smirked, the sadistic gleam shining behind his eyes. “If that’s what you want, my little slut.”

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Maddox

My cock tightened as the threat left my mouth. The demon inside me clawed to get out. Raging at her dismissal. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she had started to change me. I wanted to be better for her. But what was life-changing for me didn’t affect her. It pissed me off. Made me want to take it out on her flesh.

I wanted this to go differently. I wanted to try and show her how I felt. So I bought her things. Brought her further into my house. My bed. Tried to explain how it would be different. But she was too focused on how it had started.

Fuck it. If I had to cage her to keep her, then I would.

I stood with her in my arms. Kincaid squirmed against my hold and protested, but she would never be able to break free of me. I stalked through the door and back to my bed. She bounced on the mattress as I tossed her down. My hands went to either side of her head, caging her in. My face was inches from hers.

“You are mine. I’ll fuck the truth into you if I have to.” I growled as I attacked her neck. I bit and sucked until she was withering underneath me. Her hips bucking up into mine.

“I’m not an object to be owned. I can’t be bought with pretty things.” I whipped the sweater over her head, exposing her tits encased in lace. I sucked one beaded nipple into my mouth roughly until she screamed in pain. “Stop.”

It was the first time she’d ever told me to stop. But I was too far gone to care. Her words didn’t penetrate my anger. My need to possess her.

“You come on my cock; you’re mine.” I moved to the other side, treating it just as harshly. I wanted her to feel me tomorrow. I pulled back and unbuttoned her pants, roughly ripping them off her body. My fingers skimmed up her porcelain skin until they brushed the lace of her panties. The red lace. That she’d put on for me.

I groaned at the sight and the damp spot forming on them. She could get angry. Pretend she didn’t want to be here. But she did.

“You’re not the only cock I’ve come on.” She whispered, looking away from me.

My vision turned red. Flames ate at my insides. I could hear my blood roaring in my ears. I’d never felt rage like this before. I doubt there was anything else in the world that would elicit this reaction. Anyone else.

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