Chapter 31
Maddox
Black dots dance before my eyes as I step into the hall with my pants in hand, only to pause when I see Romeo standing in the kitchen.
I’m sure it’s no secret what we just did because Delaney was not quiet. Nope she was gloriously fucking loud in her need.
I just fucked her to completion and my dick is already hard for round two. I want to go back in there and get her off so many fucking times that she’ll never be satisfied with any other dick but mine.
The thought makes me pause and I stagger to the wall, envisioning her pretty pale skin, rosy from my touch.
No. Fucking no.
I was so fucking out of it that I didn’t pull out, not to mention using a condom which I always do. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have been inside her.
Fuck me but the taste of her sweet mouth is still on my lips when I pass Romeo, who glances over his shoulder with a smirk.
Ignoring him, I stop in the living room and close my eyes. She felt so fucking good…but she’s, my enemy. She’s my fucking enemy.
“You okay, bro?” Romeo says and I swing toward him, curling my fingers into my palms.
To my shame, I fucked her and ran from that room like my ass was on fire. Enemy or not, that was a dick move.
I can’t go back though. I have to think of my family and Delaney will find her way. We just have to figure out what the fuck is going on so she can go…wherever.
“Maddox?” he says, and I eye the fucking curl to his lip.
He’s my brother so I’m trying to respect that relationship. His time is coming though if he doesn’t back the fuck off of Delaney, except I have no fucking right to care.
She’s nothing to me, less than nothing.
So, why do I keep coming back for more?
Because she’s there and she pisses me the fuck off. I can’t beat this pull between us, so I might as well fuck her.
Delaney
Once he’s slammed from the room, I fumble around until I have everything but my shirt on.
Staring at the remnants of fabric, I glance at the clothes Maddox produced that now lie on the floor before shaking my head.
I’ll be damned if I wear anything of his. Instead, I step into the hallway in my bra only to pause when Maddox and Romeo look up from where they were conferring down the hall.
When did Romeo get here?
“Put on some fucking clothes,” Maddox barks while I ignore Romeo and how awkward this is.
My limbs still tremble from our violent coming together but my soul aches for what will forever be lost.
Either way, I’m not giving in and with a silent sigh, I start to walk toward them, with the intent of proving my point.
“Del–” Maddox starts, and I shake my head.
“I don’t have any,” I growl, gratified when he rears back.
Once again, my victory is short lived because he stalks toward me, blocking Romeo’s view and says, “Get your ass back down that hall and put something on before I do it for you.”
He’s so dangerously calm that a shiver rolls down my spine and I avert my gaze as I say, “Romeo?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
When Maddox’s eyes narrow, I almost back down but I can’t. I won’t. Maybe we will never be anything more than enemies but I’m not a weak ass bitch.
Besides, he already hates me. I might as well prove my point and push the bastard away before he breaks me which is why I put that final nail in the coffin and ask, “Can I borrow your shirt?”
An unnatural growl builds in Maddox’s chest, and he clenches his hands while I slowly step to the side and meet Romeo’s gaze.
His brows furrow as he glances between us before he finally says, “You sure about that?”
I’m not. My brain is screaming yes but my poor, dead heart says, hell fucking no.
Except we’re just dragging this out, Maddox and me. It was over before it had a chance to begin and nothing, but pain awaits us now.
How much more can we tear at each other before there’s nothing left but blood and bone?
This is why, I mutter, “Yeah.”
At that, Maddox closes his eyes and when they blink back open, the glitter they contain sends me back a step.
Meanwhile, Romeo tosses his shirt, and I grab it before it hits the ground before pulling it over my head.
It gives me no pleasure to wear Romeo’s clothes but I’m not going to lay down and take Maddox’s anger while he acts like a wounded fucking child.
Maddox’s dark eyes take in the t-shirt, billowing on my body before he sneers, “I guess you’re a patch whore after all. Sniffing after dick.”
“Maddox!” Romeo bellows while Maddox backs up, looks me over coldly and stalks to the door.
No more words are said as I stare after him and I only look away when I hear the purr of his motorcycle.
Rubbing my aching chest, I mumble, “That went well.”
Romeo chuckles uneasily as I back to the wall and slide down it until I’m sitting on my butt.
“Don’t mind him, sweetheart,” Romeo says. “These days, he don’t know which way is up.”