CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MADDOX
I don’t wait for her agreement; I remove my fingers from inside her and swipe her arousal across her lips. She doesn’t disappoint. She slurps them clean, draws them into her mouth, and sucks with a flattened tongue before issuing a vicious bite on my knuckles.
That’s her endorsement, an understood, Do it at your own risk.
My fingers prickle with drops of crimson fantasies, so I plunge them back inside her drenched opening, press the Call button, set the phone on a nearby railing, and endure the trilling rings until her father finally picks up.
“Hello?”
At the sound of his voice, Tessa’s sculpted brows dart for the ceiling.
She didn’t protest me contacting him because she expected him to dodge the call.
He hasn’t picked up for her since we were at the house.
She hasn’t shared much about it because I think she likes that her father and I bonded, but I’ve been monitoring her phone since she texted Hunter.
And frankly, her father’s apathy infuriates me.
“Yes, sir. This is Maddox Noire—”
“Is Tessa okay?” It’s abundantly clear how much he loves her with that frantic inquiry.
“Your daughter is fine. Perfect actually.” I drive my fingers deeper with a smirk at my little Nightmare. “But I’ve found myself in a bit of a bind.”
“I’m listening.”
“This isn’t the way I intended to relay this, but Tessa and I are together.
” A boulder of regret slams into my chest. I really did appreciate the connection I’d made with him, so I wanted to do this with far more respect, but desperate times …
“I will be marrying her the second she stops gasping at the mere mention of it.”
She locks her jaw, swivels her hips against my aching cock, and narrows those turquoise eyes. Such a brat.
There’s no way she assumed I’d ask permission, so she’s probably simply irritated that I’ve taken to announcing she’ll be my wife to anyone who will listen. It’s all part of my plan. When things simmer down, and I insist she say I do, she’ll be more compliant.
Her father chuckles. “That doesn’t sound like a bind, unless it’s that you assume she’ll never stop gasping or making it a challenge. I can’t help you there. She’s my fighter.”
“That she is. And the impending nuptials are certainly not the bind.” I grin because it’s evident that praise was something my girl needed to hear.
Unfortunately, I have to burst this quaint bubble.
“However, there are some men who aren’t very happy with me, and I need to be certain they don’t retaliate against someone I care about.
Tessa loves you all very much, so you, your wife, your mother-in-law, your grandchildren, your daughters, and their significant others all fall under that category. ”
“Okay.” His tentativeness is audible, so I plow forward.
“I’m going to have my men pick you up. We’ll provide wonderful accommodations here until things cool off.”
Tessa’s muscles tense, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers, soaking them.
I’m not giving her enough friction for her to orgasm while we’re in this conversation.
It’s just a distraction. And a few minutes of fun during an otherwise frustrating task.
Maybe payback for the blow job ambush too.
But my coated hand attests to the fact that my beautiful Nightmare is as depraved as me.
“Surely, you know that my wife will not be setting foot on La Lune Noire property. She can barely even …” He loses his argument, but I give him space until he finds it. “I’ve needed to call Tessa. I was just trying to smooth things out here first.”
Maybe I should feel sorry for him, caught between his wife and daughter. That must be hell. I probably would if her mother had a leg to stand on. But as it is, I’m just fucking pissed.
Tessa shakes her head, aware of where this is going, though it’s not emphatic. Deep down, she knows she deserves someone standing up for her.
“We can deal with how juvenile it is that anyone would choose not to speak to a daughter who is devoted to her family while simply living her life later,” I grit out.
“But I won’t let my outrage with that behavior keep me from doing everything in my power to ensure Tessa doesn’t hurt.
Something happening to any of you would devastate her, and I can’t live with that. ”
“I just don’t see—”
“It’s not a request,” I warn, licking the seam of Tessa’s lips, goading her to chase me. “This is happening, Mr. Lockhart. We can drug them if necessary.”
That earns me a slack-jawed eye roll from my naughty nymph. So, I pump my fingers harder and swirl her clit, to which her back arches of its own accord and a puff of air blasts out of her.
“Son,” he barks, and I internally applaud his gumption, “I’m trying to remain in your corner, but if you make another suggestion like that, I won’t be able to. Have you drugged my daughter?”
“No, sir. But in full transparency”—I wink at Tessa so she knows I’m about to charm her dear ol’ dad—“I’ve loaded her up with stiff drinks in the hopes of getting her sloppy drunk. Unfortunately, she’s got the tolerance of a sailor and the filthy mouth of one too.”
He chuckles, but after a few beats, he comes to his senses. “What do you need from me?”
“Pack everything necessary for a week away. Be ready in an hour.”
“And we’ll get to see Tessa?”
I knew that was coming. My lungs constrict because I see the hope and hurt staining her beautiful face. She’s so strong. They are her only weakness. And I’m her shield.
“Only with me present.” I clear my throat and brush my lips to Tessa’s with a silent promise that everything I’m doing is for her.
“You are all welcome to stay here, to enjoy the amenities, the safety, the getaway. We’ll take care of everything and gladly make you feel at home.
But there will be consequences if any of them bring pain to my future wife. ”
“I will not be dragging my family into a confrontation,” he starts, but I don’t allow him to finish.
“That’s exactly it. No goddamn confrontation. Tessa has been nothing but gracious and kind. My family will be the same. I will keep you and your loved ones alive and well. And you will all treat my girl with the respect a queen deserves, or the grace will expire. One hour.”
I kill the call, flip on my Make Tessa Scream playlist, free my leaking cock, and adopt that title as my mission while she seethes. So fucking sexy.
“Pussy Control” by Prince kicks things off on the perfect note.
As soon as I push her panties aside and thrust inside her, she moans, struggling to grip whatever anger she was harboring, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. Stars mar my vision. Every time I sink inside her, it’s like the first time. Dizzy and euphoric and all-consuming.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. All you needed was my cock buried in your greedy cunt, huh? Well, that, and the adrenaline rush of possibly being caught.”
She doesn’t answer, but she locks her heels behind me and grinds into me, amplifying our rhythm. Still, she’s pissed, grappling with what appears to be a deluge of conflicting emotions.
I halt my movements, denying her what she needs to gain her attention.
“If you’re feeling guilty, mad, or embarrassed about me finger-fucking you with your dad on the phone, it could’ve been worse.
Last year, there was a rumor that one of our members was fucking his girl in a sauna with her father on the phone.
Apparently, he told the guy he was doing hot yoga before he informed him that he’d be taking his daughter. ”
Tessa cackles, but it’s not the melodious one that sounds like a song. It’s incredulous … and kind of evil. “Sick fucks. When you greet my family, don’t lead with stories like that.”
Not quite the relief I was aiming for. I piston my hips and switch gears.
“You like being my filthy slut though, don’t you?” I fist her hair, forcing her to look at me with her glossy blues. “You need to be pissed? Be pissed. Give it to me. I can shoulder your wrath and make you see stars.”
“You are the worst.” Her eyes turn flinty before she whimpers and rolls her hips with a shuddering breath. “And the best.”
I nip at the sensitive flesh behind her ear as I pound into her the way she craves. “I know.”
She groans and purrs and practically wrestles me, scratching and pinching and biting.
There’s a part of her that still hates that she can’t resist this.
I’m not wounded by that. The fabric of what her life was has been shredded.
It will take time to sew it back together and accept that there’s no stitching without me.
Anger is how Tessa processes things, mainly because she’s never been free to be who she is, which is stifling.
I tweak her nipples, maintain my fervid pace, and capture her lips, pouring everything I am into her as we both climb to our peak. And as our tongues stroke and battle and tango, she surrenders and liquefies in my embrace.
“Thank you,” she whispers, tugging me tighter and deeper, “for always fighting for me.”
One sentence that heals all the anguish I felt from her hating me these past couple of years. We’re entangled in yet another impossible situation, but this time, she sees beyond the contentious measures I’ve taken and grasps my intent.
“I’ll always fight for you, Tess. This is it, baby girl. You and me.”
She nods against my neck with a sultry purr, and since she’s close, I accelerate my tempo, her back bearing the brunt of my force, her clit reaping the benefit of the violent friction.
It only takes a handful of untethered pumps until we’re both quaking and writhing and gasping.
A zing shoots through my balls, up my spine, and out my limbs as the playlist blares in our ears.
Ghosts and clowns titter an eerie tune, and Tessa erupts in echoing screams of ecstasy.
“Kane is picking them up,” I tell Axel as Tessa and I roam toward the antique cars. I just filled him in on bringing her family here and on everything Liam shared.