16. Chapter 16 – Maddox
Chapter 16 – Maddox
I opened Liv’s front door and called out to her when I didn’t find her in the living space. “Storm.”
“In here.” Her voice drifted down the hallway from her bedroom and I followed it like a sailor to a siren song, straight into the rocky shore.
When I found her standing in the closet staring at herself in the full-length mirror, wearing only a bra and a pair of panties, I leaned on the doorframe and watched her. There was a lot going on in her head, and the storm clouds were back in her eyes as she finally looked at me in the reflection.
“None of my clothes fit.” Her shoulders sagged as she looked back down at her growing belly in the mirror. “And I don’t think baggy hoodies are going to hide this from P anymore, either.”
I leaned up off the frame and walked into the closet, wrapping my arms around her from behind and laying both of my palms on her very round baby bump. “We can go buy clothes any time you want. Or we can order an entire truck load online and have a fashion show right here in this closet.” I kissed the back of her head as she leaned back into my body. “And I think you’re far overdue in telling P, anyway.”
Thinking her sister’s disappointment would overshadow Liv’s joy from her first OB appointment, she began with the same evasive line she’d been using on me for weeks. “She’ll just be—”
“She won’t.” I cut her off. “She’ll be happy for you.”
Liv pursed her lips but didn’t tell me I was wrong. Truth was, neither of us knew how Peyton would react to the news that she’d be an aunt in just a few short months. But we were running out of ways to keep it hidden and time to figure it out.
“Maybe I’ll tell her when we go tree shopping.” She sighed. “Christmas always sweetens Peyton up.” Turning in my arms, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled at me, and I could tell my little Storm was up to no good before she even opened her pretty lips. “You know what would distract me from the doomed conversation altogether?”
“Hmm.” I raised one brow at her skeptically.
“Work.” She whispered and widened her eyes dramatically. “I can help, you know.”
“No.” I shut down the notion before it even began.
“I could do something simple, like monitor accounts or trail searches and underground conversations.”
“No.” Pulling her arms free of my neck, I backed up and tried to create space between us as the conversation instantly made me sick to my stomach. We’d hit a dead end with tracking down the last two names on the list, Damon Kirst and his primary investor. We didn’t even have a name for the mysterious silent partner yet, but we were getting closer. All we had was a callsign for him.
Fang. Stupid fucking callsign if you ask me, but whatever.
We knew they’d go underground and hide for a while, which was what I had wanted. Because if they were hiding, the Velvet Cage wasn’t operating.
It would make them desperate.
It would make them slip up.
And when they slipped up, we’d find them. Dane and I had been working around the clock to find any trace of them. Until we did, I wouldn’t take a deep breath again.
“Madd.” Liv put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “I have to work. I can’t stand just sitting here anymore.”
“You’re not sitting here; you’re growing a human being.” I snapped, tired of the same old conversation. “And you are safe here.”
“I’m suffocating here.” She snapped back and my blood ran cold at her words. She must have seen the effect because she dropped her hands and sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just not used to being so idle. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“I can’t.” Shaking my head, her shoulders sank even more. “I’m sorry, but no, Storm. No work. We can’t risk them tracking you through it.”
She gritted her teeth, and I watched a look of utter defiance slide over her features. “Fine, but just remember that you are to blame for this.”
I squinted in speculation as she reached behind her and undid the black bra that barely contained her massive tits that had grown each day with her pregnancy. I was a total fucking sucker for those fun bags, and she knew it. “What are you doing?” I growled as she pulled the fabric free, letting her tits fall with their weight and she sighed like the relief was overwhelming.
“I’m going to take a bubble bath.” She slid her fingers into the band of her matching panties and pushed them down, and then kicked them at me with her painted toes. I caught them and felt the silky fabric that had been against her pussy, still warm with her body heat, with my thumb. Almost every day for the last month, we bathed together in her ensuite’s giant soaker tub, but her look as she turned and walked away into the bathroom made me assume she didn’t want me to join her this time.
“Do you expect me to sit this one out because I won’t let you have your way?”
“That’s exactly what I expect.” She turned the tap on and then poured her favorite bubble bath in. Somehow, she had turned my ruthless killer self into a fucking simp desperate to soak in a tub filled with jasmine scented bubbles in the middle of the day. I couldn’t tell which version of myself was crazier.
Her psycho, either way. Which was exactly how she liked me.
So, as she sank down into the water with steam rising out of it and sighed as the weightless sensation she loved so much took her over, I did what any good crazy boyfriend would do.
I stripped out of my clothes as she peeked up at me through one cracked eyelid until I was naked, and hard, standing next to the tub.
But instead of doing what I’m sure she expected me to do by bullying my way into the tub or begging for her to let me, I sat on the edge opposite of her, letting my feet and legs sink into the delicious water.
Sitting up, Liv put both arms over the lip of the tub to stare at me in challenge. The water was just up over her belly and her huge fucking tits were starting to bob with the waves from the jets as I turned them on for her.
I spread my knees, loving the way her eyes dropped to my hard cock and heavy balls as I leaned back on the ledge and slowly wrapped my hand around my aching length. Her lips parted as she finally caught on to what I was doing, and then her eyes snapped up to mine. "You want to play dirty, Storm?"
“Looks like you take the cake there.” She argued through tight lips as she tried but failed to keep her eyes on my face.
She was just like a man when faced with something sexually appealing laid out in front of her, unable to resist the temptation.
“Be a good girl and invite me in.” I challenged, “And I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
She reached up with her toe and turned the tap off as I kept slowly stroking my cock for her. “I can play with myself, just like you can.”
“True,” I admitted, “But can you fill that sweet little pussy so good that you come repeatedly?” I leaned forward and tilted my head to the side, “Then can you carry your relaxed and sated body into bed and tuck yourself in for your second favorite pastime?” Fire danced in her eyes. “And then can you cook that cheesy chicken and broccoli Alfredo you’ve been begging me for the last two days and feed it to you, fork by fork until you’re so fucking full and happy you can’t find the energy to be angry with me anymore.”
“I’m not angry.” She pouted, and I knew I had her, so I slid down into the water on my knees and leaned over her body until my lips were right above hers as she laid her head back against the lip of the tub. “I’m frustrated.”
“Then let your dirty Psycho fuck the frustration right out of your sinful little body until my sweet and loving Storm comes back.”
I rolled my body under hers and molded her back against my chest as she willingly relaxed into my body, accepting her defeat. Bubble baths were better with orgasms, and she was obsessed with the orgasms I could give her. There was never any question whether I was getting in the bath with her or not.
“I want to have a purpose, Madd.” She sighed as my hands roamed over her body, laid out for me. As soon as my fingers slid below her belly, she spread her thighs, hooking them over my knees as I widened them, opening her to me.
“And I want to protect you from any more pain.” I bit her ear as I rolled her clit between my two fingers, making her arch into my touch. “I need to protect you, and our baby Storm.” I’d taken to calling the baby mine, because it was. The DNA didn’t matter, nature and nurture would have to battle it out, but our baby would have me as its father. Even if I didn’t have a fucking clue how to be a good one to it, I’d learn.
“I know.” She moaned, taking my other hand and bringing it to her breast, manipulating my fingers until I started pinching and pulling her nipples the way she was obsessed with. They were so sensitive, some days I’d lay her out like this in the tub and play with them to make her come, never even touching her with my mouth or cock.
And she fucking loved it.
“Let’s table it for right now, and we can discuss it again after you come for me.”
I could feel her smile as I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and lined my cock up with her tight, hot entrance. She arched her hips and angled herself just right so I could slide up into her body. The sigh she gave me every time I fed her my cock felt like the biggest thank you in the world. Like without me inside of her, she’d been missing something.
I used both hands on her hips to rock her back and forth, impaling her with my thick cock in a slow and almost torturous pace that drove us both wild but was gentle enough for her at the odd angle. After a while, she was panting and clawing at me for more, which was why I chose that moment to stop. She gasped when I held her still, with my cock filling her up but holding off her orgasm like a bastard. “Maddox.” She hissed.
I kissed her neck and then bit it before whispering in her ear, “Make me a promise, and I’ll let you come with me to Hartington tomorrow and work on a few things.”
“Anything.” She panted, palming her bare breast that I wasn’t holding in my other hand. “I just want to help, baby.”
I gently strummed my finger over her swollen clit under the water, and she mewled and tightened around my cock. “Promise me you’ll tell Peyton tomorrow while we’re there, and I’ll let you come.”
“Maddox,” She whined, hating the condition I put on her pleasure. “Fine.”
“Good girl.” I bit her neck and thrust up into her as I rolled her clit around just how she liked. “You’re my perfect, beautiful girl, Storm.”
“God!” She arched, gripping the edge of the tub as she shot off with a massive orgasm that had her body tightening around my cock so much, I saw stars and could not hold off my release. “You’re so evil.” She gasped and relaxed back into my body as I slowly kept thrusting into her spasming pussy.
“No.” I kissed her shoulder over the mark I left with my teeth, “I’m perfect for you and you know it.”
“Hmm.” She hummed, laying peacefully in my arms until the water cooled. “I have to get out and moisturize.” She sighed and sat up begrudgingly. “Or my zebra stripes will get worse.”
I ran my hands over her stomach and the faint lines that were there long before she got pregnant that she hated. She was obsessed with moisturizing her skin to avoid more marks on her skin from this chapter of life.
Helping her from the tub, I wrapped her up in a pre-warmed towel thanks to the new heater I installed for her after we started taking these daily dips. If someone had asked me last winter if I’d be taking daily bubble baths, and installing fancy things that made my pregnant girlfriend smile and swoon happily simply because it made something in my chest vibrate and tingle like it was alive, I would have beat the question off their face before they were done asking it.
Yet it was my life. And I fucking loved it.
“Tell me something about your past.” She said as she sat down on the end of the bed while I grabbed her lotion from the top of her dresser.
I sank to my knees in front of her and pulled her towel open, revealing her lush body to my gaze. “It’s not as exciting as you probably imagine it to be.” I pumped the lotion into my palm and then rubbed them together, warming it as best as I could before I touched her.
“Tell me anyway.” She watched me as I started rubbing the lotion over her round belly. “I need to know who you are outside of these walls and how you got to be him.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be my baby’s father.” She replied firmly, “And I think I should know something about you besides your name, and that you’re hands down the most devoted man I’ve ever met. Even if you delivered fingers to me once.”
“Hmm.” I pursed my lips and rubbed my hands around her sides to her back and then up to her shoulders as I tried to figure out what to tell her. True, I had dived deep into her personal life via Dane’s hacking skills, but she knew little about me. Maybe she was right that with the baby coming, there were things she should inherently know about me. “Well, I’m thirty-four.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes but mimed locking her lips shut when I glared at her.
I got more lotion on my hands and started rubbing it over her thighs as I went on. “Would you prefer it if I told you I was eleven the first time I killed someone?” I asked, and her lips parted in surprise. “Or that I was fifteen when I lost my virginity to a woman almost three times as old as me?” Her eyebrows dropped, and I could feel the outrage shining through her eyes at me, but she stayed silent. “Or that I’ve never been in love, or even understood it, until now?” A barely audible sigh escaped her lips as her shoulder relaxed happily, but I went on. “I didn’t have some incredibly tragic upbringing at first, but it wasn’t great. When I was eleven, I made a choice to take care of myself and pave my way through life, how I wanted to, and it cost me a lot over the years. But I’m here today,” I slowed my hands, cupping them over the back of her hips as I leaned up on my knees to be eye level with her. “And I have you, and it all seems worth it now.”
“Well shit,” She sighed, “My journey to you feels far less philosophical now.” A teasing smile danced on her lips.
“You’re a pain in my ass.” I smirked, and she ran her hands over my cheeks, pulling my face flush to hers.
She whispered, “I’m falling in love with you, Maddox.”
“Good, because I’m already head over heels in love with you.” I replied without hesitation. “And it would have been a little embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.”
She snorted and kissed me, “You know I may have given into your seduction earlier if you were a little more romantic.”
I leaned forward, forcing her backward until I leaned between her naked thighs. “Oh yeah? Like something corny from your movies?”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try sometime.” She challenged against my lips.
“Hmm,” I hummed, running my towel covered hard cock against her bare center, open and exposed for me. “So the next time I take body parts from someone in your honor, I should deliver them with a romantic note attached?”
She tipped her head back and laughed as I kissed my way down her neck. “Oh yeah, something like that.”
I sucked on the skin of her throat and grinned, “Something like Roses are red, violets are blue, I took these off him, because I like you ?”
She cackled and dragged her nails over the back of my neck when I lowered my lips to her nipple, sucking one deep into my mouth and rhythmically feasting on it just how she liked. “Mmh, maybe something like, Roses are red, violets are blue, that fucker’s stiff now, and so is my dick? ”
I bit her nipple and delighted in her gasp as I moved to the other one, “I’ll try to come up with something witty next time.” Reaching under her legs, I folded her knees back and looked down at her pussy with the white evidence of my orgasm in the tub pooling at her entrance as I held her open. “But right now, I’m more worried about making you come again, and then tucking us in for a nap.”
“God.” She moaned, palming both of her breasts and playing with her nipples as she watched me intently lower my mouth to her clit to flick my tongue across it. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sexier before.”
“Stay here.” I pulled away from her sweet body and stood up over her. My cock was rock solid again and tenting my towel, so I pulled it off as I walked back around her bed.
“Where are you going?” She called out after me, but I just finished my journey to her bedside table and found the hidden object I stumbled upon yesterday when I was looking for her extra phone charger.
“Bringing in my assistant.” I said as I rounded on her. Liv was still reclined in the center of the bed with both of her feet on the mattress and her legs spread wide around her rounded abdomen. She grinned at me seductively as she sucked on her two middle fingers while I walked toward her. When I got right in front of her, she lowered her wet fingers down to her glistening pussy and circled them around her swollen clit, keeping her eyes locked on mine the entire time. “Tell me how that feels?”
I dropped back down onto my knees, pushing hers wider for a better view as she surprised me by gently slapping her fingers against her clit with a dirty grin on her face.
“Like I didn’t just come on your cock twenty minutes ago.” She hummed, playing with her nipples with her free hand as I fought to decide which act I wanted to watch more. “Like I can’t think of anything else besides how full I’ll feel when that big, thick cock is deep inside of me again.”
“You want my cock, Storm?” I pulled my eyes away from what she was doing to her clit and up to her eyes. “Then show me how you use this, and I’ll give it to you?”
I pulled the sex toy out from behind my leg and clicked the button on the end, waking the thing up and bringing it to life between us. She grinned as she stared at the ruby red thing and started rubbing her clit faster. “You found my toy? Do you want me to apologize for having one?”
It looked like a normal vibrating dildo, but where there were usually little ears or something to tickle a woman’s clit while the dildo was deep inside of her, there was a cup-shaped dome with something inside that looked suspiciously like a tongue. With enough imagination, I could guess what it did for her, but I wanted to watch her use it. “I’ve already told you what I want you to do with it, Storm. I want you to use it for me while I watch.”
“Do I get to make myself come with it? Or will you edge me and torture me if I agree?”
I slid my hand around her ankle and pulled her foot to my face, biting the inside of her arch and drawing a sexy moan from her lips as she rubbed herself faster again. “I want you to come with it. Come all over it so I can fuck you hard when you’re done.” I held the long dildo vibrator up for her between us. “I want to fuck you so hard, Storm.”
“You haven’t done that yet.” She took the toy from my hand and clicked another button on the end, and I watched in fascination as she flicked the tip of the tongue thing against her finger. “You’re always so gentle with me.”
“Not tonight. Not if you do what I say.”
“I want it rough, Maddox.” She purred, lifting the tip of the thick dildo to her lips and spitting on it before rubbing it down the length of the toy. “I want you to fuck me like a man possessed.” She spread her pussy lips open, drawing my eyes there as she pushed the toy deep in one smooth motion. She moaned and closed her eyes as the tongue-like part of the cup played with her clit while the thick rod filled her. “I want you to fuck me like a Psycho would.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Storm.”
“No.” She shook her head back and forth with her eyes closed as I lost my hold on my restraint and cupped her ass, pulling it off the edge of the bed until she was positioned exactly how I wanted her. Liv pulled the dildo from her pussy and we both stared at the vibrating thing, now covered in her wetness, before pushing it back in deep. “Give me what I want, Psycho.” She purred, took my hand, and guided it around the toy’s end. She then pulled it out and pushed it back in hard, pressing the tongue against her clit. I could tell there was a suction feature working it by how puffy her lips had been when she pulled it off the first time, so I held it in deep as she started trembling under its pleasure. “That’s it, baby.” Her eyes opened as she panted while I pulled the toy free and then started thrusting it into her over and over again, drawing moans from her lips as she led me with her hand over mine. “Make me come.”
“Hands above your head.” I growled, pulling the toy out of her body completely as she eagerly grabbed the top of the blankets above her head and held on. “Don’t fucking move, do you hear me?”
“Yes, baby.” She hummed, licking her lips as I pushed the toy back into her. Fuck, she took it so well too, meeting me thrust for thrust as I gave it to her. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Do you fuck yourself with this toy like this when I’m not here?” I growled, running my fingers through her wetness that pooled at the bottom of her pussy lips when I pulled the toy out. “Am I not giving you what you really want, so you’re using a toy to satisfy yourself.”
She snorted mockingly, “I bought that toy over a year ago, big guy. I can’t help it just so happens to look a lot like your massive dick.”
“Answer me, Storm.” I pulled the toy out and dragged the vibrating dildo tip over her nipple, making her breath catch and a new fire burn in her eyes. She wanted the suction part on her nipples, but she’d never ask for it. She hated how much pleasure she got from nipple stimulation, like it should embarrass her.
But my pretty little Storm was about to come harder than ever before if she gave me what I wanted first.
“Sometimes.” Liv mewled, wiggling on the bed now that her body was empty and needy. I pushed two fingers deep, loving the wet noise they made as I twisted and turned them inside of her. “Fuck, Maddox.” She hissed, arching into my hand and rocking against it. “Yes, okay. When you are off doing your dark and dangerous shit and I’m alone and horny, I play with myself.” Her eyes were a fiery green as she snapped them up at me. “What now? Are you going to yell at me about coming without you and how having toys is cheating?”
I chuckled and twisted the toy, so the suction part landed directly over her right nipple. Through the clear cup I could see it sucking her nipple forward against the tongue and she screamed in ecstasy, dropping one hand to my chest and digging her nails in. “No, baby girl.” I lined my cock up with her wet hole, and spread my fingers wide, so she took my cock with my fingers still inside of her as the toy sucked her nipple. “I’m going to insist that you use this thing for me every single day while I watch. And every single night that I’m gone, I want you soaking it with your come for me, Storm.” I thrust into her hard, making her big tits jiggle as she took me with a look of absolute bewildered awe on her face. “And if you don’t, then I’ll make you do it twice in front of me before I give you my cock again.”
“Jesus fuck, you’re not human.” She shook her head back and forth. “You’re not normal.”
“You’re right, Storm.” Pulling my fingers from her body, I wrapped my hand around her throat to hold her still as I really started fucking her, switching the toy to her other breast. “I’m a fucking psycho. And I’m going to show you just how fucking psychotic you make me with this sweet, supple body.” I slammed into her, holding her still by her neck even as I kept the pressure off her windpipe. “The dirty and depraved things I’m going to do to you, now that I know you like it like that, Mmh,” I growled, leaning forward to bite her free nipple and she tightened like a rubber band snapping around my cock as she started orgasming, screaming for me to fuck her harder still. So I did. “Take that cock, baby. Take it, you dirty little minx.”
My skin burned as her nails dug wounds deep into my flesh, but even so, she wrapped her ankles around my hips and begged me for more.
I had been treating my troubled little Storm cloud with gentleness and caution because she was pregnant. But she didn’t want that, at least not all the time.
No, my Storm wanted to feel the brand of my psychotic darkness on her skin, just like I wanted to feel her loving warmth on mine. And as blood dripped down my chest from under her nails and smeared into my skin against her palm, I filled her up with my come, knowing I’d never be whole without feeling how I felt in that very moment.
She embraced me .
The real me.
And I’d never hide it from her again.