Page 37 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

It’s an unstoppable tide that I can’t escape, not even here. Not even now.

It pisses me off. I just want to come. I want to enjoy this.

And I want to hate him and end it too.

But Maddoc is fucking Maddoc, so of course he doesn’t give me a choice. He crowds up against me, the heat of his body melting everything else away, and for one sweet-as-sin, shamefully perfect moment, nothing else matters.

“Yes,” I whisper, letting it happen. “Fuck, yes.”

His hard, wet cock digs into me from behind and he tangles his hand in my hair, then yanks my head back, taking my mouth in a vicious kiss.

“It’s you, butterfly,” he growls once he releases me.“It’s only you.”

I don’t know what that means, but it’s exactly what I needed to hear.

“Please,” I gasp. Then, “fuck,” when he slams me down on the counter, bending me over it and holding me there as he shoves back into me.

It’s rough and dirty and fucking perfect.

“That’s right. Gonna fuck you until you stop fighting it. Take it just like that, baby. Let me give you what you need.”

Yes, god. Fuck. More.

I’m so close, but I can’t seem to get there. He promised to give me what I need, but I don’t even know what the fuck that is. Then he slaps my ass hard enough to sting, and I scream, pleasure mixing with pain and blotting everything else out of my mind.

I sag against the counter, surrendering. It doesn’t matter if I know or not. Maddoc’s in charge, just like he fucking likes it… and maybe thatiswhat I need.

The moment I have that thought, I realize we’re not alone… and I also realize I was wrong. Becausethisis what I need more than anything. I need his two best friends here too. A part of this, like they’ve always been.

Dante and Logan are watching, and suddenly I’m right there, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

When Maddoc slams that thick cock of his into me again, I scream, coming so hard I—

I wake myself up.

“God, fuck,shit,” I whisper, panting in the dark as my body throbs in the aftermath of pleasure. I’m wet between my legs and the sheets are tangled around me, and the afterimage burned into my brain from that dream almost has me coming all over again.

I fist my hands in the sheets, trying to get control of my breathing and deny the intensity of what just happened, but before I manage either of those things, the door to my room slams open.

Maddoc bursts in, throwing on the overhead light and sending my heart right up into my throat.

“What the fuck?” I gasp, scrambling upright as reality careens into the aftermath of that dream, throwing me into a surreal moment of confusion. “What are youdoing?”

His steps slow, his gaze finally settling on me after searching the room. “You’re alone.”

My heart starts to pound. “Of course I’m fucking alone.”

“I heard you scream,” Maddoc says, scowling as his eyes rove through the corners of my room again. “I thought…”

He doesn’t finish, just stares at me with an intensity that has my pussy flooding with heat again.

He thought I was in danger.

He came for me.

I look away, too confused to even start to know how to react to that.

Anger. Anger would be good. Safest, at least. But all I can hear is his voice in my dream, laughing seductively when I told him I wanted to kill him. Knowing I didn’t mean it.

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