5. Maddox
MADDOX
Five Months Ago
I carefully tug my t-shirt over Lennon’s naked body and hold my hand out for her to take while I hold my breath. This woman has no fucking clue the power she has over me. A power I’ve never given anyone.
Thank fucking God, she takes my hand in hers and lets me guide her up the stairs in silence. It’s not that either of us is uncomfortable, more like we’re both hanging on by a quickly fraying thread.
Her hand is in mine, her taste on my tongue, and her expensive, spicy, flowery perfume is clinging to the air. Basically, I’m ready to attack her like a dog in heat if I don’t manage to keep myself under control, and that’s not gonna happen. She deserves better than that.
I swear to God, I eye the marble staircase with each step we take, weighing the discomfort with the instant gratification I’d get from fucking her right here, right now. But I’ve waited too long to be with this woman, and it’s her first time. I can’t just screw her against a wall.
A virgin.
How the hell is this beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman a goddamn virgin?
Back in the day, everyone assumed we were fucking, and call me an asshole, but I let them.
It was easier that way. No one blinked twice at the thought of me fucking a princess. But if they’d known we were just hanging out, they all would have questioned it. They’d have known it was more.
I wasn’t ready for that then, and by the time I was, we were through.
But five years is a long time... And she’s never...
We stop outside my bedroom door, and I slide her long hair over her bare shoulder, her body so small, my shirt’s fallen down on one side. Lennon leans back against the wall and digs her hands into my hips just above my jeans as she pulls me to her. “What’s behind the door, Beneventi?”
I drag my lips down her neck, hunger and need fighting for equal dominance. “A bed, principessa . A big one I plan on worshipping you on in so many ways.”
Lennon’s gaze sharpens, and her nails dig into my skin. “How many women have you worshipped on that bed, Maddox?”
“You jealous?”
She drops her head back against the door and pulls me closer until I’m crowding her. “Of them having you while I couldn’t? You’re fucking right, I’m jealous.”
I drag my lips over hers and wrap a hand around her throat. Not cutting off her oxygen but holding her tight enough for her to feel it. To feel the honesty in my next words. “I don’t bring women here. I never have. This is my home. It’s my safe space, and I’ve never let anyone in it before tonight.”
Her lips form the cutest fucking O. I slide my hand under my t-shirt covering her incredibly toned legs, then cup her sex, swallowing her moan before dragging my finger along the soft lips of her bare pussy.
“I like seeing you jealous. Like seeing you feel a little of what I’ve felt whenever I’ve had to think of you with him.” I lick up her neck and along her jaw, loving the way she squirms and gasps. Loving how fucking responsive she is. I tap my finger against her still-drenched sex, then drag it through her wetness and circle her clit. “Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet cunt, I might not ever let you go.” We both know it’s a lie. There’s no way for us to work. But right here, right now... she’s all I see. “I need you laid out on my bed, soaking my sheets, while I learn every fucking inch of your body.” I push my finger inside her swollen pussy, and she trembles. “I need to take my time if I’m going to learn exactly how to make you scream my name. I want to know what you feel like strangling my cock when you think you can’t take another second. When you’re begging for release. I want to know what you taste like coming on my cock. I want it seared into your brain, so you never forget I’m the first man who ever got you there.”
“Ohmygod,” she moans, and I slide a second finger deep inside her perfect pussy and curl them until I hit that perfect spot that makes her legs give out and her arms grasp for purchase.
“Open the door, Lennon, or I’m going to stop being a nice guy and fuck you up against it.” I pull my fingers out and trace the lines of her lips. “And trust me, princess, you’re going to take every fucking inch of me and beg for more. So the question is do you want it out here.” I press my fingers down on her tongue, and she sucks like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and goddamn, does my dick like that. “Or do you want it in there? Because either way, you’re taking my cock, aren’t you, Lennon?”
She nods silently and reaches behind us to open the door.
The second it swings open, I lift her from her feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I spin us around and press her back flat against the bedroom door. Lennon grinds down against my hard cock, and I’m pretty sure I could come just like this with her just like that.
I’ve wanted this woman for so fucking long.
I cup the most perfect ass that ever existed, and Lennon melts into me. Her delicate curves press against me. All the soft curves of her body against the hard planes of mine.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I warn, and she takes my lips with hers and bites down.
“Don’t you dare offer me that again, Maddox Beneventi.”
I smack her bare ass, then squeeze it, my finger sliding down until I find her wet sex, and she moans into my mouth. Something about it is different. Something about that sound breaks the control I hold so fucking tightly.
“Fuck, Lennon...” I wrap a hand around her throat, and those emerald eyes fly frantically to mine, glittering excitement staring back at me.
She swivels her hips slowly in time to a rhythm only she can hear and tugs my hair until we’re so close, we’re sharing our breaths.
“I want to feel you inside me. Filling me. Stretching me. Branding me,” she pleads.
Fuck, do I want that too.
“You’re gonna feel me for fucking days, princess. Every time you move, you’re going to feel me.” And just that thought has my cock hard as steel. I don’t just need to be inside her. It’s more. It’s visceral. I need to lay claim to her fucking body and her fucking soul.
“Good,” she pants. “I need it to last a lifetime.”
Fuck... Does she even realize what she’s asking?
I adjust my hold on the goddess in my arms and cross the room in two long strides before I lay my princess out on my bed. My shirt rides up her thighs until it’s barely hiding her from me. Her long, red hair pools around her beautiful face, and her pale, creamy skin lies in stark contrast to my black comforter, leaving her nearly glowing in the silvery moonlight.
She’s incredible.
A storm brews behind her lust-filled eyes as they stare back at me, and I claim her mouth, needing to silence the noise in my head.
Slowly, I drag my tongue along her soft lips and take her mouth, swallowing each sweet, sexy little sigh.
I’m drunk on her taste. Her sounds. The way she feels in my arms. The way I always knew she’d feel.
I don’t have one single delusion that one night will ever be enough.
Fuck, one lifetime wouldn’t be enough.
But I know better than anyone that family comes first.
And Lennon will never go against her family.
This is all we get. One night. So we better make it last.
I stand from the bed and pull my shirt over her head and love watching the way a pretty pink flush works its way all the way down her chest. Her pale nipples peak, and my mouth waters to taste them.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Beneventi?” she smiles, and I’m a fucking goner.
This woman’s happiness has always mattered to me.
It’s why I’ve stayed away.
I’d burn cities to the ground for her happiness, and she’ll never fucking know it.
Lennon sits up and stares at my chest. “Looks like you’re overdressed.”
My cock presses against the metal zipper of my jeans, trying to force free of its confinement. “Then how about you do something about it, princess?”
She crawls on her knees to the edge of the bed and presses her lips to the base of my jaw, while her nails trace the ink on my skin. “You are a beautiful man.” Her fingers trace my family crest that’s inked on my chest, then lower to a scripted font in Italian.
“What does it mean?” she asks as she unbuckles my belt and jeans.
If we were in daylight and Lennon was thinking straight, I have no doubt she’d be able to translate my tattoo. And maybe I like that she’s so sex drunk, she can’t, because a smile tugs at my lips. “ è meglio vivere un giorno da leone, che mille giorni da agnello.”
“It’s better to live one day as a lion than a thousand as a lamb?” she questions back as she slides off the bed.
“I’d rather be feared than protected.”
Her long lashes flutter as my words sink in.
I want to tell her I can protect her. But I don’t.
I’m already holding tightly to the last frayed threads of sanity I’ve got left tonight.
And when Lennon tries to wrap her fist around my cock, all the blood in my body rushes right to my dick before she licks the fucking tip and smiles.
Fucking smiles as she looks up at me.
Her tongue swirls around the head, hesitantly at first, getting a feel for it, and I’m going to fucking hell because this woman on her knees is going to be what I see every time I get myself off for the rest of my miserable fucking life.
“You gonna be a good girl and suck my cock, baby?”
If I thought there was a chance Lennon wouldn’t like my words, I had nothing to worry about because those green eyes sparkle as she takes me into the back of her throat and gags. Fucking gags but keeps going.
A white-hot, scorching shock of need builds at the base of my spine and threatens to take me down. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me, picolla principessa .”
I gather her silken hair in my hand and wrap it around my fist, tugging as her pouty pink lips stretch around my cock. Tears build in her eyes, and she moans, stroking my shaft and working me up and down.
She’s a vision like this.
On her knees in front of me.
Her beautiful body completely bared to me, wanting and wet and so fucking ready.
“Fuuuuck...” I growl when she swallows me down and slides her hand between her own legs, already needing relief I refuse to let her give herself.
“No fucking way are you playing with that pussy tonight.” I pull back, and she whimpers with frustration. “Your orgasms are mine for as long as you’re here. You don’t come unless I say you come and unless I’m making you come.”
“But... what if I can’t come from sex?” she whispers.
I cup her face in my hand. “Then whoever you’re having sex with should be fucking shot.”
I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, then fist my cock as Lennon laughs. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. And when she brings her knees up and leans up on her arms, staring right into my eyes and smiling, I know I’m fucking screwed.