Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Yes
Madison
I’m lost in the depth of Static’s ghostly white eyes, and for the first time since I walked into Mayhem, I wish I was looking at Cedrick.
But this is good.
This is still him.
It’s just… different.
“Madison…” he rasps, and I know in this moment, it’s not Static speaking to me but Cedrick, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
Do I want this?
I pull back slightly to stare at the terrifying man before me, painted in black and white, teeth sharp and eyes white, and I think, yeah. Yeah, why the hell not?
“Static,” I breathe in return because as much as I need this, I need the separation. I know Static and Cedrick are one in the same, but when we’re here—at Mayhem Motel—it’s easier to pretend they’re not, and that I’m not giving all of myself away. Just… just this one part.
I swallow thickly and close my eyes to prepare myself for what’s to come.
I want this.
I do.
“Do what you do best, Static,” I taunt him. I don’t need or want control right now. I need Static to take it all, and I need him to make me mindless—just like last time.
He’s given me too much choice—because too much has changed between us—and I need to go back to our roots.
He growls low in his chest, and then, his hands are on me.
I gasp as one gloved hand rakes down my back, surely leaving a red nail trail in its wake. I arch into the touch, eyes rolling back as my skin burns. Static’s bare hand grabs the front of my throat and clamps tight, stealing nearly all my breath until I’m only able to wheeze in a slight whistle.
He tilts my head back, exposing my throat, making it even harder to breathe. I fight against the constriction, which just makes him laugh.
“That’s right, little mouse. Keep struggling. Let’s see how far you get.” His voice is low and deep and sends goosebumps scattering across my whole body. I wrack with shivers down to my toes.
It’s his words, those taunting words, that send my fight or flight into overdrive. I start struggling against his hold on me, using every ounce of strength I have to buck and throw my head back, swinging my body this way and that, but Static holds tight and simply laughs.
“You’re so cute when you’re trying,” he teases, and that makes me flush with indignation.
“Fuck you,” I snap, and then, I balk because I have never said that a day in my life.
“Ohh, whooo. Now, that’s more like it, darlin’. Damn.” He reaches down and adjusts himself in his briefs. “That just made my cock twitch.”
“You’ve g-got issues.” I swallow through the heat in my face that’s burning its way down my throat.
“Oh, we already knew that, didn’t we? But what we didn’t know is that you have such a dirty little mouth for such a good boy. C’mon, Madi,” he taunts, dropping his face low to mine and dragging the flat of his tongue along my cheek. “Let me hear more.”
“What makes you think I want to?”
“Because it makes you feel powerful,” he rasps into my ear, and I gasp.
He’s right.
It does.
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
“I don’t h-have to listen t-to you.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and sink them into it. I regret the words as soon as I say them, but it’s too late to take them back.
Static just smiles, like he was expecting that. “You’re such a treat,” is all he says, and then, he places a soft kiss to the tip of my nose that throws me off balance. And then, the next thing I know, I’m being shoved backward.
I fall onto the bedframe and land with a jarring thud against the wood. I let out a dull groan and try to roll to the side, but Static climbs on top of me and pins me in place with his body.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?”
“Uh, um—" I stutter. I feel so hot all over, I’m burning up. Static’s on top of me. I can feel every inch of him pressed against every inch of me. His leather boots against my legs, the coolness of the buckles against my skin. It’s dizzying.
“You’re mine for the night, darlin’, and you’re stayin’ right here,” he drawls, and my body wracks with a shiver. Because, yes, I think I want that, too.
This is it.
I’ve gone insane.
But who better a person to lose my sanity with than Static the clown?
“Yes,” I breathe my concession, and Static gasps.
“Fuck, you’re too good for me.” And then, his mouth is on mine and all I taste, breathe, smell is him as he attacks me with his tongue. It’s hot and wet and persistent as it plunders my mouth, licking every inch it can reach.
I’m pliant against him, breath unsteady and shaky as his sharp teeth sink into the skin of my lip. I hiss, back arching, which makes more of our skin touch, and it’s electrifying.
“Open for me, my treat. Give me more,” he says against my mouth, and I don’t know what he’s asking for, but when his fingers enter my mouth, I open as wide as I can and suck the digits hard.
“Fuck, darlin’, that’s it. Just like that.
Get ‘em nice and wet.” I lave my tongue around his bare fingers, tasting the faintest traces of salt as I suck it off his fingers.
My mind lulls into a dull buzz that slowly gets louder the longer our eyes remain connected in the flashing darkness to light.
“Time to let go, treat, and see what comes next,” he tells me softly, and I release his fingers with a wet pop.
His hand disappears from sight, but I feel the warmth as it moves down my body, and I know where it’s going, but I don’t tense.
I’m not scared.
I want this.
I want him and all his fucked-up craziness.
I want this before it’s too late.
When wet fingers slip beneath the edge of my boxers, I can’t help but gasp.
“Nervous, darlin’?” he asks, and it sounds like he’s being sarcastic, but I know he’s being serious. I stare into his eyes and note his pinched brows and curled in lips.
“No,” I tell him honestly, not a single stutter in sight. I’ve never felt surer about a decision in my life.
Not even leaving my parents.
I need this—him.
“Good,” he praises, and then, his wet fingers are between my cheeks and rubbing against my hole. I gasp at the sensation, having never been touched there before, and it’s so foreign. I didn’t know what to expect, but this…
“Oh…” I breathe out as I let the tension melt from my body while Static rubs softly but intently against me.
“You like that, darlin’?” he asks, and I nod as I bite my lip.
“Mhm.”
His eyes are dancing, and it makes me feel hot.
“What about this?” he asks softly, and one finger probes against my hole and slowly pushes inside.
I gasp at the sensation. It’s tight and weird, and I clench against it.
“Relax. Just breathe, and let me in.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead, but he doesn’t pull his finger out as I twitch around it, and I’m thankful.
It stings just a bit, but the longer he waits, the easier it becomes to get used to.
This isn’t so bad…
I breathe out, and when I do, his finger slides further inside. I gasp wordlessly when I feel his knuckles bump against me, and Static drops his head against mine, panting himself.
“Fuck, you took my whole finger just like that, darlin’. Goddamn, you’re perfect. Look at you.”
I can’t speak. All I can do is stare into the whites of his eyes, and while I love what I see, I also wish I could see green at the same time.
He starts to move his finger, and the feeling is incredible. He slowly pulls it in and out of me in small motions, just getting me used to it, I think, but whatever he’s doing is making my face prickle with heat and my dick twitch against my belly where it’s trapped in my boxers.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he teases me, and he starts to move a little faster, fucking me a little harder until soft little grunts are spilling from my lips and I’m arching my back to get as close to the sensation as I can.
“You think you can take more?” he asks, slowing his hand, and I blink through the daze.
“More?”
He chuckles. “Never mind. You just enjoy your bliss.” He pulls his finger out of me, and I whine at the loss. I hate it. But then, he spits on his hand, and I flush hotly because that’s… well, that’s just…
But then, I feel the wetness back where I want it, and I suddenly don’t care because I feel the tell-tale pressure, and I know what to do this time.
I breathe out like I did before, and my muscles just relax and let him inside, way easier than before. There’s no sting, only a fullness that makes me groan. My back arches, and all I can hear is our mutual panting.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, Madison, fuck. You’ve never let anyone in before, have you?”
It takes me a minute to register his words, but when I do, I shake my head.
“You’re mine,” he growls, fucking me harder with his hand, and I whimper when I feel the press of another finger against my full hole. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp loudly as a third finger enters with a bit of a sting, but it feels so good, I don’t mind a bit of pain. Static rotates his hand and spreads his fingers, and I can feel my muscles…
I flush hotly down my face and neck and throughout my chest.
I can feel my muscles stretching.
“You’re beautiful when you blush,” he tells me reverently, voice in a bit of a daze as he trails his mouth all over my face and my chest, and my heart stops beating in that moment as I stare up at him, full of shameful embarrassment, and he thinks I’m beautiful.
He stares down at me with glassy, dilated eyes, fixated on my face. Not my body or what he’s doing to me, but on my face and how I’m looking at him.
Oh.
Oh, no.
My stomach flips just as my heart kickstarts all over again.
Is this…
Do I?...
Could this be?...
I love my stalker.
Holy shit.
I think I love my stalker.
And I think he might love me, too.
This…
This isn’t good.
No.
This was not part of the deal.
The deal was no lies for one night at Mayhem.
Feelings weren’t included…
I didn’t anticipate this…
Tears sting my eyes as the realization sets in.
How could I let this happen? I didn’t want to.