CHAPTER NINETEEN
MADDOX
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In two seconds flat, I could have my zipper down, cock out, and slam inside Kyra. But I know she would hate me for it.
More so than kidnapping her.
She’s so fucking turned on by this place, it's messing with her mind. She wants me touching her and yet feels ashamed.
In time, she’ll get over it.
Then again, the thought of fucking her and others seeing her pussy doesn’t sit well with me. Which is the polar opposite of last weekend. I had a girl spread out on the table ten feet from where I am sitting now and was licking champagne from her clit.
Kyra is different.
Why?
Because she is engaged to Pierce?
I don’t know why I feel the way I do about this woman, but I keep my hand in her hair and leave my cock where it is.
“Let’s dance.” I say and stand, lifting Kyra with me.
She wraps her legs around me and I smirk, carrying her out of our usual restricted private area onto the dance floor.
“I don’t want to dance. I want you to fuck me.” She pouts.
“No, you don’t.” I drop her to the floor, and she scrunches her face, glancing around.
A topless woman wearing a Chanel skirt sways to the fast beat as a man fondles her.
Kyra moans.
I pull her against me and kiss her again.
“Watching you get turned on is making me hard as fuck.”
She presses her stomach against my cock and my lip twitches. “Then do something about it.”
“Maybe you have Stockholm syndrome.”
I want to hear that I’m wrong. That climbing on my lap and kissing me like I belonged to her was because she was jealous of that woman eye fucking me across the room. It damn well felt like it.
I want to hear that she craved me all day and was lying about being in love with my father. I don’t know for sure, but I’m almost certain it’s not true.
I regret my harsh words to her this morning. It’s not like me to lose control and lash out. My emotions took over. After fucking her once? What is that?
What I do know is that there’s no fucking way in hell I’m letting her go and standing back while Pierce marries her.
My chest swelled when she kissed me with such possession moments ago. I want more of that. I want Kyra to show me I’m not alone in how I feel.
What this means for my plans, I don’t know.
Tonight, people will see us together and it’s going to drive a knife through Daddy Dearest’s pride. Pierce Sterling’s fiancé, dancing with his much younger billionaire son.
He’s going to fucking hate it.
Meanwhile, Kyra and I can spend some time exploring these feelings. These cravings. I’m not a patient man, but every second I’m with this woman makes me feel things I never thought were possible.
“Maybe I do. Or you made me horny before stepping inside a sex club.” Kyra scoffs.
I glower down at her beautiful face and kiss her once more before settling into a seductive, rhythmic dance. Her warm body fits perfectly against mine as I breathe in her rose and vanilla body wash.
One I bought for her.
We sway slowly despite the fast beats of the song, and Kyra rests her face on my chest.
I press her tighter against me, traveling my fingers down her back to rest on her hips. I’m mesmerized by this woman as the need to protect and own her floods every cell in my body.
Mine.
This wasn’t the plan, goddamn it.
Her face lifts, and there’s no ignoring the question in her blue globes.
“Ask, little prisoner.”
“I want to know why?”
I let out a deep growl which the music masks.
“He is a dangerous man.”
“So you were saving me?”
Not initially, but now...yes. Kyra deserves the truth and while I can’t give her all of it, I will give her enough.
“No. To start, it was to destroy him.” I brush my fingers along her cheek, and then around the back of her neck, pressing them in hard.
Possessively.
“And now?”
“Now I can’t give you back to him,” I tell her firmly. “You know that, right?”
Her eyes dip and she nods.
I force her face to mine. “Tell me you know why.”
I can’t hear it because of the music, but I see and feel her gasp.
“Maddox.” She mouths.
A raw animalist need to slam her against the wall and demand she feel what I do takes over me. She must see something in my face because her hand lifts and she cups my cheek.
Fuck.
My eyes close, my body calms somewhat, and my desire changes. I want to know who this woman is. Not her body. Not her role as my captive.
Who is Kyra Fox, the woman in my arms?
“Why have you never had a job?”
While researching Kyra, I found some interesting things which don’t match the woman I’m discovering. She’s had a limited education and no work experience. Generally speaking, you would assume a person like that was lacking intelligence or drive.
I clearly don’t know her well, but I don’t think that is the case.
She blinks up at me and those shutters are back over her eyes as her hands falls from my face. “I have a trust fund.”
“Bullshit. Tell me the truth.”
God, she’s always lying to me. What is she covering up?
“I do.” She frowns.
“I know you have a fucking trust fund. But why did you not go to college?”
Her cheeks flush red and it even deepens the skin on her exposes decolletage.
The black silk dress I had chosen for her has simple straps and dips between her breasts. The skirt finishes just below her knees but has a split which I’ve taken advantage of already this evening.
“I wasn’t given the option. My parents felt marrying the right man was the best path for me.” Kyra says and stops dancing.
“You didn’t feel the same?” I ask.
“I did what my parents told me to do. I was a child.”
A compliant child.
I grip her chin angrily hating that she never fought for herself. “And did you have dreams? Passions. Who do you want to be Kyra?”
Her eyes lift to mine as she whispers, “Free.”
Fuck.
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I LEAD KYRA off the dance floor and down a private hallway. Travis gave us all access to the private rooms that lay beyond our usual party area.
I’ve only ever used them to take urgent business phone calls. Taking a woman into one always felt too intimate. As if it gives the impression there is something more personal going on.
Well, there’s something going on right now.
Guilt for one.
Dominance for another. It’s threading its way through every cell in my body.
And a protective nature I never knew I had. Yes, I’d fight to protect my brothers, but a woman? Never. Beyond just being a decent guy. I would never stand back and let a girl get hurt.
But knowing Kyra’s parents restricted her education and never let her thrive when she’s clearly a smart, vibrant, and incredible woman has me feeling a little murder-y.
Mine failed me in ways most children on the planet will never know— thank fuck —but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other forms of abuse.
I know wealthy families like this. They groom their daughters to marry men. But to my father? He’s fucking old.
She’s twenty-two goddamn years old. Even I’m too old for her at thirty-one.
Kyra has never been given the chance to become who she truly could be, and I’m furious.
Who do you want to be Kyra?
Free.
Also furious with myself. I took the one thing she ever wanted. Her freedom. God knows she barely had any.
Marrying Pierce would destroy her.
I cannot let it happen.
How I fix this, as Travis so nicely put, I don’t yet know. But I am. Somehow. My father is not getting his grubby, abusive hands on this beautiful woman.
I need to speak with her.
Right now.
“Where are we going?” Kyra asks as I push her into the small room with a bed and selection of sex toys, lube, and moody sounds playing.
I close the door and the loud music from the club disappears. Kyra glances around but doesn’t move.
I take her hand and tug her inside farther.
Shit.
My body, already coiled and wanting to fuck Kyra, is electrified by the environment. I was going to talk, not fuck her, but my cock hardens, and I wipe a hand over my mouth.
She places a hand on my pecs and starts undoing my buttons.
Stop her.
I don’t.
I watch her tongue slide over her top lip as my shirt slides to the floor. This gorgeous little prisoner of mine is taking the lead. For now. And I like it.
Kicking off her shoes, she drops to her knees and pulls my cock out.
“Fuck, Kyra.” I groan.
Her tongue sweeps out, licking the precum off the end of my cock, and I groan again. Then she takes all of me in her mouth and starts working me beautifully.
My hand grips her hair, not caring that I’m messing it up as I thrust forward.
“Suck me harder.”
Her cheeks hollow and I force myself not to come, wanting this moment to last. If she becomes mine, I don’t want her here again. This is not a place for my...
Don’t say it.
My hand tightens around her hair, needing more of her, needing to be inside her. I’m not going to be happy until I’m balls deep.
Right fucking now.
Pulling out, I lift her up and then into my arms, crossing the room.
“Maddox!” Kyra cries in surprise as I drop her on the bed, towering over her.
“Take off the dress or I’m ripping it.” I growl.
I undo my pants properly, kick off my shoes, and toss everything aside as I watch Kyra remove her dress and bra. Her panties are already out in the club.
I glance at the display of toys and grab two silk ties and a wand, then stalk back over to her.
“What are you doing?” her voice is small but rich with arousal.
“Taking complete control, Kyra. I know you want your freedom, but I am a possessive man.” I cup her breast, flicking the nipple, and then take her first arm and tie it to the bedpost.
She gasps.
“You might want your freedom, and perhaps one day I might grant you that, but your body knows it belongs to me.” I tie the second one and then walk to the end of the bed. “Spread your legs.”
Kyra lifts them and lets her thighs fall open.
My fucking god.
Glistening pink flesh greets me as I stand, stroking my wet cock. I turn the wand on and climb onto the bed.
“Have you played with toys before?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
Good.
I like being her first at this.
I press the wand on her clit and her hips fly off the bed, her arms tugging on the silk restraints.
“Easy, little prisoner.” I say, smiling down at her sexy naked body. Circling her flesh, I do it again, leaving it there to stimulate her sensitive nerves.
“Maddox,” she moans.
I stroke my cock, eager to enter her but equally needing this play time with her. Watching her mouth part, eyes close, and breasts wobble as she shakes with pleasure is enough for now.
Every time I’m with her like this, the chance my father could have her sexy body flickers in my mind.
Fury blends with desire.
Fuck I hate him with every cell of my being.
What if I do let Kyra go and she returns to him? Marries him? Fucks him? A raw and violent need to possess her overtakes me as she lets out a cry. The orgasm rips through her as I fall deeper into the abyss of this gorgeous, feminine creature.
I toss the toy and climb on top of her as a rumble escapes me.
“Mine,” I growl.
“I’m not,” she whispers as my tongue slides over her neck.
She’s wrong.
“Maddox,” she whispers as I line my cock up at her entrance and lift my face to gaze down into her beautiful blue eyes. “Will you ever let me go?”
No.
“I don’t think I can, sweetheart.”
I thrust inside her, balls deep, claiming all of her. I know I’m hurting her, but I can’t stop. I need her to feel me. All of me.
My heart.
My soul.
My pain.
“Please,” Kyra begs.
If she’s begging me for her freedom, I won’t give it to her. I will never let another man touch her.
She belongs to me.
If she is begging me to be gentle and soft, then she has the wrong man. I’m broken in all parts and feeling her pussy wrapped around me, clenching eagerly for pleasure, is the only time I feel whole.
Kyra is my nirvana.
The one I sought all my life.
When I’m inside her, nothing and no one but her exist. There is pleasure and peace.
I will not give her back.
Or grant her freedom.
Which makes me an even worse monster than my father.