Page 40 of Stranded

Maddox frowns. “How so?”

“She’s trans. Pre-op.”

“Oh,” Maddox says, looking surprised. “I never would have guessed.”

“Me neither, but he’s happy. Apparently, he’s going to propose.”

There’s an odd glint in Maddox’s eyes at the news. “Good for him.” He pulls me against him and lowers his voice. “I hear the grounds of this place are extensive, and there’s an old pavilion at the edge of the woods?”

I pull back to look into his eyes. “Yes, how did you know about that?”

“Never mind how I know. I want you to run there for me. Can you do that?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Maddox, what about all these people?”

“They won’t hear. It’s far enough from the main house, isn’t it?”

My heart flutters at the thought. If we got caught, I’d die.

“Run there now, angel.”

I nod and leave the room, heading out of the back entrance and sprinting across the grounds. The cold air whips against my face.

I can feel my heart pounding, echoing my footsteps as I near the old pavilion. Breath coming out in short, ragged bursts, I glance over my shoulder, expecting to see Maddox in pursuit. But the path is deserted, the silence ominous, and the chill of the evening biting. An owl hoots in the distance, its call slicing through the quiet with an eerie precision.

Suddenly, a cloaked figure steps into the glow of the moonlight, a familiar tactical mask glinting in the cold light. I know it’s Maddox, but the thrill of fear shoots a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.

I let out a scream, which is cut off abruptly as he grabs me, shoving a ball gag into my mouth. Struggling against him is futile. He ties me to the railing of the pavilion, his dark eyes reflecting a glint of unhinged madness.

He hauls my dress to my hips with a swift tug, exposing the bare skin underneath to the icy air. He tears my panties off with a savage pull, the sound of fabric ripping echoing in the night. Swiftly, he releases his length from his trousers. I squirm against the restraints, my muffled protests swallowed by the ball gag.

But he plunges into me without hesitation, his unyielding thrusts painting a tableau of raw, unchecked wildness. He fucks me with the ferocity of a madman, his ragged breaths punctuating the silence of the night.

Every thrust, every movement, is a descent into madness. Maddox's grip on my hips bruising and unyielding. His rhythm is frenzied, and the unrelenting pace matches the pounding of my heart.

His voice cuts through the silence, deep and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re a good girl,” he growls, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust. “Taking my dick so well.”

He grabs my throat and squeezes, something I’ve grown to love. It heightens the pleasure when he restricts my airways.

“So fucking tight,” he rasps. His tempo increases, his thrusts reaching a fevered pitch. “I can feel how much you need me,” he grunts, his voice low and husky. “You’re soaking for me, angel.” The pavilion creaks under our combined weight. “This cunt feels like heaven wrapped around my cock. Especially when you fight the inevitable.”

I glare at him with that defiance he loves, fighting against the restraints and managing a no behind-the-ball gag.

“Such a good slut taking my dick and acting like you don’t want it.”

His twisted laughter echoes through the night, a chilling reminder of the power he wields. He releases my throat, only to grab my hair, yanking my head back. His eyes, aflame in the moonlight, bore into mine. “I can see it, angel,” he taunts, a cruel smirk on his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” His hand strays to my clit, fingers pressing and circling in a rhythm that makes my body betray me. The pleasure mingles with the pain, a heady mixture that threatens to consume me.

“Go ahead, scream,” he snarls, his pace erratic. “Scream how much you love my cock inside you. I want to hear it, angel.” His words hang in the cold night air, a challenge I cannot voice, only respond to with a choked gasp as my climax crashes over me.

His climax barrels down on him with an intensity that matches my own. His thrusts become frantic and erratic, his grip on my hair tightening as he spills his hot seed. “Fuck, yes!” he roars a ragged snarl of pleasure.

The feeling of him coming inside me, coupled with the relentless assault on my clit, sends me spiraling over the edge once again. My body convulses as I squirt, the liquid warmth adding to the mess of our combined release.

His cock twitches inside me, every spurt of his release sending aftershocks through my body.

He grunts, his eyes meeting mine in the glow of the moonlight, finding a twisted satisfaction in our shared depravity. The pavilion is filled with our heavy panting, the silence of the night interrupted only by the distant hooting of the owl.

He pulls out, the sudden emptiness stirring a whimper from my lips. Easing the mask from his face, he stows it in his pocket, the action methodical.

He leans in, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, contrasting the rough treatment moments ago. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper in the moonlight. “I love you, Ivy.” He drops to one knee, his gaze never leaving mine. The flicker of madness in his eyes is replaced by a searing intensity that takes my breath away.

He pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket. “I have something for you,” he says, his voice rough. The lid of the box snaps open with a quiet click, revealing a diamond with a cold, hard brilliance that reminds me of our home. “I’ve asked your father for his blessing,” he continues. “Will you marry me?”

My heart hammers. A year. Just a year. Yet his question isn’t unexpected nor unwelcome. I’ve been spiraling down this path from the moment we met, his dark charisma drawing me in, his madness resonating with a part of my soul I never knew existed. “Yes,” I breathe out, the single word simple yet with so much weight and love behind it. “Yes, I will.”

He smiles and places the ring on my finger, which is a perfect fit. And then he stands and whirls me around. “Good girl,” he purrs.

“I love you,” I breathe as he tightens his arms around me. These three words had never really come easy to me, but they tumble out naturally with Maddox.

I want to be his good girl for the rest of my life. Our life is so different from the one planned out for me. The life I thought I’d never break free from, but I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s everything I never knew I needed. And Maddox is my dark knight in shining armor who saved me from a world of boredom and light when all I needed was the darkness.

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