20. Riley
After holingup in my room for the rest of the day trying to avoid thinking about that moment in Maddoc’s office, hunger finally draws me out of hiding.
Steeling myself for the possibility of running into one of the Reaper men, I make my way down the stairs again. I haven’t seen anyone but Maddoc today, but as soon as I reach the bottom of the steps, I know I’m not alone in the house.
A noise filters down the hall, and my stomach clenches.
This time, the sound coming from Maddoc’s office isn’t the rustling of papers. I know exactly what it is. The low grunts and breathy moans would be impossible to mistake for anything else.
My eyes widen, and my feet carry me toward the noise before I can tell myself to walk the other direction.
The door is open, and I suck in a sharp breath as I peer around the door frame.
Maddoc has a girl bent over the desk, the same one he keeps my phone in, and he’s fucking her hard.
It’s not Payton. It’s no one I recognize at all. Just some random girl, about my age, probably. Her face is pressed sideways into the desk, hands clutching the edge of it as she cries out with every hard thrust.
Jesus. Why the fuck didn’t he bring her up to his room? Why did he leave the door open?
I’m about to back away, but then a deep grunt draws my attention, and I yank my focus away from the girl to find Maddoc’s eyes boring into me. Time stops, my skin flushing hot as all the breath is punched out of my lungs.
I’m caught. Trapped in place and pinned by his gaze.
He doesn’t look away from me, and instead of telling me to get the hell out, he starts fucking her even harder.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!” she cries out, her face contorting with a fierce pleasure. The wrecked, ragged sound of her voice hits something inside me, making heat pool low in my belly, and when she whimpers again, grinding back against his thrusts, I realize he’s just started fingering her ass. Fucking it with two fingers while his other hand holds her down by the back of her neck and his thick cock fills her pussy over and over.
“You like that?” Maddoc growls, and my stomach clenches at the way the question seems meant for me.
“Yes. Fuck, yes! Harder! Oh fuck…”
The girl is the one who answers him, but Maddoc is hardly paying any attention to her anymore. A sheen of sweat covers his skin, his breath growing ragged and harsh and his muscles bunching and flexing as he pounds into her while still staring at me.
“Take it,” he grunts. “Fucking take all of it.”
God, I still don’t know if he’s talking to her or me. There’s something commanding in his voice, like he’s telling me not to look away. Demanding that I watch every thrust, every slap of skin, every movement of his hand as he works her body over like he owns it.
I don’t want to watch. Seeing him fuck her stirs up a mess of emotions inside me, a confusing mixture of arousal, anger, and jealousy that makes my limbs feel hot and too heavy.
But I can’t look away, and it’s not just because of the command in Maddoc’s tone. I couldn’t drag my gaze away if my life depended on it.
“That’s right.” He drives into her so hard that the desk squeaks against the floor as it shifts beneath them. “Now come for me.”
His lips pull back from his teeth in something almost like a snarl, and he twists his fingers in her ass, finally pushing her over the edge into an orgasm that has her writhing beneath him. He groans, his face contorting and his hips stuttering as he lets loose with a string of low, vicious curses.
Oh god. He’s coming inside her.
He grinds roughly against her ass, releasing his hold on her neck and digging his fingers into her hips as he keeps her where he wants her, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving… and his eyes never leaving mine.
My clit throbs, pulsing so heavily that it’s like my body is trying to obey Maddoc’s order to come, even though I’m not the one he’s fucking.
I wrench my gaze away, my heart pounding so hard that it nearly deafens me. I can still hear the sounds of him fucking her through his own release, but now that I’m not staring at him, it breaks the fucked-up connection that felt like it was holding me locked in place.
Finally able to move again, I pivot on the balls of my feet and run.
My heart is beating way too fast, my stomach clenching into a tight knot, and what I want to do is run all the way out of this fucking house, right out of the Reapers’ world. But I can’t.
“Goddammit,” I hiss as I turn toward the stairs instead, taking them two at a time.
I slam the door to my room as soon as I make it inside, then lean against it and try to push what I just saw out of my head.
But it’s impossible. The way Maddoc looked…
Fuck.
Why the hell would he do that? He’s got a perfectly good bedroom with a door that closes and probably locks too. Hell, even the office door could’ve been closed. So why was he fucking some girl in plain view of anyone who happened to walk by? Does he do that sort of thing all the time? Was he trying to prove that he can do whatever the hell he wants to in this house, and I’ll just have to deal with it?
Or was he trying to fuck with me?
Why didn’t he tell me to leave? He didn’t just let me watch, it was almost like he wanted me to watch. Once he realized I was standing in the doorway, he didn’t look away from me once, not even when he came. He had to have seen what it was doing to me, how the sight of him fucking her affected me.
He must’ve known I was turned on.
And it’s like he wanted that.
I’m still so keyed up, my lower body throbbing and my pussy clenching as images I can’t shove away filter on repeat through my mind. I bite my lip so hard it hurts, trying to push down the waves of arousal that are cascading through my body in an out of control torrent.
Come for me, he said.
And even though I have no idea if he was talking to me at all, even though he can’t see me and will never fucking know, I can’t help my hand from sliding downward and slipping beneath the fabric of my shorts.
I have to.
I need this.
And fuck Maddoc for making me need it. I hate him for that most of all.