Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
I Need Madison
Cedrick
The moment I step inside, I let my eyes fall closed, and I inhale deeply as if I can smell Madison now. Just knowing this is where he resides is enough to make my dick twitch.
It’s closer than I’ve ever been to his life outside of Mayhem since that night… and now, I have free reign.
My lips pull into a grin as my eyes widen at the realization that I’m alone.
I’m fucking alone. Inside Madison’s house.
Fuck.
With a newfound grin, I take a few steps inside, the sound of my boots echoing in a dull thud across the carpet. I trail my gloved fingers along the rough, pale colored wall, enjoying the scrape the tips of my pointed gloves make before pulling away with a sigh.
I turn to face the room in front of me, surprised to find the room is large but somehow cozy. It makes my eyes narrow as I glance around the living room, inspecting for some discrepancies.
I notice furniture is mismatched and has definitely seen better days. The carpet is stained in a few spots. There are crumbs on the coffee table and a few glasses from the previous day—I’d assume—left behind, but other than that, the place is mostly clean.
I suppose that’s good for Madison’s sake…
Because if he stays, I can see him as much as I desire, but that doesn’t mean I have to fuckin’ like him enjoying living here, surrounded by all these damn men all the time.
Especially that one that was in his room—I cut myself off with a hiss as my pointed gloves dig into the soft inner flesh of my palms.
No.
No, no, no.
I don’t like him at all.
He’s a problem I’m gonna have to deal with.
I pull in a sharp breath and let my head fall back between my shoulders. I roll it around, listening to the cracks of bone as they pop from the movement. I stretch my shoulders out and flex the tendons in my neck until my muscles scream and my neck is aching.
It’s only then that I let my shoulders drop and the air bleed out of me in a slow breath.
I’m here for one reason and one reason only.
To be able to see my little mouse.
With a newfound ease, I slowly make my way through the living room and into the kitchen, fingers trailing over the backs of chairs and scraping over grooves in the wood, creating a few new ones of my own. Nothing anyone would ever notice, but my own little mark.
I walk over to a pile of papers on the counter and flip through them, noting the names on the front. There’s mostly mail for a Kane Wilson, with a few junk things for a Lenny Mason and Collin Olbrich.
I mentally store those names for later when I come across a packet for the Wi-Fi information. My face breaks out in a grin because, fuck. Everythin’ is just proving that this is exactly what was meant to be.
I flip through the instruction papers until I reach the back, where they luckily have the name and password written down.
What a bunch of fuckin’ idiots.
Don’t they know crazy people like me exist?
With glee, I take my phone out and snap a photo before connecting it to their internet. Then, I go about syncing the camera and making sure it’s all good to go before placing the papers back where I found them and making my way up the stairs to my little prize’s room.
I need no map to tell me where to go. I know exactly where it is.
Each step I take has my heart beating a little faster, a little heavier. The all-too-familiar rush of adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I crack my neck against the sensation as it slithers up my neck and causes goosebumps to break out over my covered arms.
Fuck. This is too good.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this… Go this far just to see him.
But at this point, it’s not even a choice.
I need Madison, and I’m gonna take ‘im.
My heavy boots thud against the carpeted steps, causing them to creak with each step, and I relish in the noise as I make my way toward my mouse’s bedroom door.
It’s not hard to guess which one is his—it’s the only bedroom with a window that faces the east side of the house right by that huge, beautiful maple tree. Like my place inside it—watching him—was meant to be.
My fingers wrap around the knob with reverence, and the moment I push the door open, I let my eyes fall closed as his scent wafts over me in a cloud so thick, I choke.
My hand flies to my crotch to press against my rapidly swelling cock from where it threatens to burst out of the confines of my pants just from his lingering scent alone.
Fuck, it’s been too long.
I inhale deeply as I walk into his room and close the door behind me, determined to suffocate in his scent that smells slightly of lemons and laundry detergent.
It’s such a clean… innocent smell compared to the acrid scent of his sweat and piss, and it’s throwing me because both feel so much like him, but how can I know that when I barely know him?
All I know is what his fear tastes like. What he looks like when he’s at rock bottom and scared shitless. When he’s on the precipice of pain and pleasure and about to teeter over.
Sure, that’s more than most people ever see of someone. It exposes the most of someone, but it’s also not everything.
It’s not the little things.
And I think…
I think I wanna know the little things, too.
But he won’t let me, so I’ve gotta do what I gotta do.
Force my little treat into it.
But it’s okay because I know, in the end, he’ll love it.
With a smirk, I glance around his room. It’s a little bigger than it looks through the pane of glass I’m used to looking through, but that doesn’t surprise me.
I scope out his books, mostly nonfiction and religious—a worn maroon bible amongst them all—with some cheeky romance titles thrown in…
and my collar. Sitting right there on his shelf. What a little surprise, my treat is.
I finger one of the spines and pull it out, noting a half-naked man on the cover. I raise a brow at the rows of abs on him before putting it back with a shake of my head and a smile curving my lips.
I pull my pierced lip between my teeth and tug on it as I explore more of Madison’s room, namely his bedspread, which I reach down and hold up to my nose to smell.
He doesn’t have a whole lot of belongings, but each thing I come across as I flick my gaze around feels so intimately him that it nearly makes my heart clench to see it and to know it’s his.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me out of my reverie, and I drop his blanket back onto the bed.
Kase:
Are you actually gonna show up?
I look down at Kaser’s text and feel my face go hot. For fuck’s sake, it’s already three o’clock. I need to be at Mayhem in thirty minutes, and I haven’t even put the camera in place…
Me:
Im gonna be a bit late but Im comin
I text back quickly and then shove my phone in my pocket before reaching for the camera. With a newfound sense of urgency—because I know Madison will be home soon—I scan the room for the perfect place to hide this.
It’s gotta be somewhere with a good view, but it has to remain hidden…
I narrow my eyes.
And then, I look up.