31. Chapter 31 - Madison
I am writhing on his face. My hips gyrating against him. Though my arms and hands don’t hurt—thanks to his shoulders giving the chains slack—they itch to reach out and touch him. To tangle my fingers into his soft curls and pull his head closer to my core.
“ Ocean Eyes …” I moan breathily.
His grip on my ass grows firmer as his tongue destroys me.
The walls of my pussy clench, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through me. My arousal drips down my thighs and over his chin as he continues his tongue's relentless assault. Stars cloud my vision as the chains rattle. The pads of my fingers burn from clenching them too tightly.
“Diego…please… pleaaaase ,” I weep. I don’t even know what I am begging for… to come? For him to be inside me this instant?
His teeth scrape against my clit and I explode, crying out my release. If not for his strong hands supporting me, I would have gone completely slack on these chains.
“Holy… fuck.” I am barely able to get the words out.
“Hold on, baby. We are just getting started,” he apprises. The five o’clock shadow at his chin glistens with my release.
Supporting my trembling body in one arm, he reaches over and hits a button on the remote. Instantly, I am lowered, my arms coming down to wrap around his neck. He kisses me hard. I taste myself on him as our tongues dance.
“If only you could see yourself when you come. It’s quite the sight, Mariposita ,” he rasps.
He lowers me slowly, letting my Jell-O legs get reacquainted with the ground. When steady, he releases me to undo my bindings. His fingers rub at the places the cuffs dug into my wrists before bringing them up to his lips to kiss each one.
Bending over, he scoops me up and walks a few feet over to what appears to be a sex swing. If my cheeks weren’t already bright red, they would be now. I have never seen a sex swing in real life. Looks like I am about to find out how this works…
Gently, he lowers my body so that my head rests against the cushioned pillow-like thing and my ass sits at the edge of it. His strong fingers grip my trembling calves.
“I will be the only one to ever tell you to spread those beautiful thighs, Mariposita . Are we clear?” he asks… demands… whatever… as he slides each of my legs into the stirrup-looking straps.
My head is spinning and my tongue becomes tied. I’m still in the process of recovering from my orgasm. I nod vehemently, prompting him to smile wickedly.
“Good,” he praises as he pulls me forward by the straps and enters me. I’m so wet he slides all the way in, bottoming out.
I inhale sharply from the pleasure that vibrates through me. The sensation of fullness causes my walls to cave around him. He groans in appreciation.
Diego doesn’t ease up, continuing to pound into me and sending me into a spiral of passion and ecstasy. I am already so sensitive. It doesn’t take much for him to build me back up.
Our bodies are slick with sweat. A saltiness permeates the air between us from our swim in the ocean earlier. Hints of coconut and mint flirt with my heightened senses. Such a delicious and deadly combination.
Just like him.
The Bone Breaker is mine.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I chant internally… or so I thought.
“You’re mine too, baby. All mine. I belong to you and you only. No other woman will ever have my eyes, my cock, or my heart and soul. Just you. Always you,” he groans. The sound of his anguish and how close he is to release has my eyes rolling back in my head.
So fucking sexy .
His voice alone could make me come on the spot.
Sensing my impending release, he increases his pace, thrusting into me at a rate I can only describe as manic. My walls grip him impossibly hard as he roars out his release, his cock twitching inside me as he empties himself completely. The sound he makes sends me over. And then I’m spiraling right along with him and screaming out my euphoria.
Our chests heave as we catch our breath. Diego grips the straps of the chair, his knuckles white. Sweat drips down his chest onto the trimmed hair he has at the base of his cock.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says between breaths. He pulls out and I wince.
“I need a nap before dinner,” I admit groggily.
“ We need a shower. Unfortunately, there isn’t much time before dinner. I’d say a shower is priority.”
“You did say I would be late…” I argue.
He removes my legs from the straps and grips my hand to help me up, placing a sweet kiss to my lips.
“I did. But I’m sure Lexi would appreciate her Matron of Honor being there on time.”
“I know, I know. I can’t be late. You know that kind of stuff gives me anxiety.”
He shakes his head back and forth in awe. “Blood, carnage, and crime doesn’t give you anxiety, but being late to dinner does. What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles while guiding my arms into a fuzzy bathrobe.
I tighten the belt as he steps back into his board shorts. Diego comes back over to me, offering me a hand and helping me stand. He raises my left hand to place a kiss over my engagement ring.
“I have another surprise for you. But you’ll have to wait until later.” He winks, leading me back to our room.
I gaze up at him, but his mask is back, hiding his true intentions or any hint of what’s to come. When we arrive back at the room, I practically wobble my way to the en suite.
“Can’t wait…” I say giddily.
He slaps my ass, ushering me into the shower. “Tick, tock, Mariposita . You’ve got sixty minutes to get ready. Fifty, if I make you come again.”
Smug bastard .
“Can you zip the back of my dress?” I ask as I collect my hair over one shoulder.
Diego comes up behind me where I stand in front of the vanity. He pulls me close by the waist and places a kiss on the back of my neck while zippering the dress. Swirling ocean eyes connect with mine in the mirror.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers.
“Thank you,” I reply, blushing.
He twines his fingers through mine, tugging me toward the door. “Shall we?”
Tiki torches and lanterns surround the patio by the pool. A white runner lines the length of the table, along with fresh flowers and votives. It looks incredible—and this isn’t even the rehearsal dinner. Diego kindly offered his yacht for that. I’ve gotten to see it from the beach, it’s docked on the other end of the island. From what I can see, it is just as big as the original and twice as beautiful.
Everyone is socializing around the pool, snacking on hors d’oeuvres, and indulging in cocktails.
“I’ll grab us a drink,” Diego excuses himself, placing a kiss on my temple.
Liam spots me, drawn to me like a magnet. Grabbing a fresh bottle of beer from the bar, he cracks it open and heads my way. At least he’s attempted to dress for the occasion, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a fitted collared shirt. The sleeves are rolled up and the top few buttons are open to reveal his tattoos. The man despises these types of events—the kind where he is required to dress up.
Killian, on the other hand, is wearing a crisp pair of dress pants and a navy blue sports jacket over his dress shirt. Hair slicked back and cleanly shaven—in typical Killian fashion. Sel is beside him, sipping a ginger ale and looking phenomenal in her red cocktail dress.
“Once again, Madison, you nailed it. The space looks incredible,” Liam applauds.
“It really does look amazing. Good call on the tattoos,” I commend, hoping we are back on semi-good terms.
His chocolate brown eyes light up with curiosity. He brings the bottle up by the neck to take a swig before asking, “What do you plan on getting? My guy finally has the chance to do your raven tattoo.”
My heart sinks at that. I have considered getting one, but every time I bring myself to do so, it just doesn’t feel right. And that’s sad. Liam was once a huge part of my life. Ravens not only remind me of him and the love we shared but the journey of my transformation. The work it took to start getting over my past and discover the potential of my future.
Now, the raven is a reminder of death, of endings—specifically with Liam. Permanently inking my body with one would always be that painful reminder.
Liam once told me ravens meant the truth will set you free.
And the truth is… I’m not getting that raven tattooed on me tonight.
My face must give me away, which causes his lips to turn down at the corners. I catch it before he takes a larger swig of his beer.
“I get it. Ravens remind you of me . And that butterfly tattoo you have reminds you of him . You look gorgeous by the way.” He looks over his shoulder at Conor and Lexi approaching. “I’m going to go chat with Con. I’ll catch up with you later…” The disappointment and hurt are thick in his voice.
It kills me to hear it, that I am hurting him. We may have agreed to part ways, but acceptance is a whole different thing. I don’t have a second to process my troubled thoughts. Lexi is already there hugging me.
“Madison De La Cruz! This dinner is everything and more… And it’s not even the rehearsal dinner. You sure you don’t want to find a career as an event planner?” she laughs, rocking me back and forth in her arms.
I pull back, collecting her hands in mine. “You’ve been through so many of my ups and downs, always the most amazing friend. This is the least I can do for you,” I sigh.
“You don’t owe me anything. You’re my sister. Always.” She pulls me in for another hug and whispers in my ear. “Liam treating you fairly? He’s been a mess, Mad. Con and the guys were up with him all night on the beach. He didn’t get much sleep, if any. ”
Once again, my heart breaks. I’m the reason he’s hurting…and there isn’t much I can do to fix it.
Only time can heal those wounds.
“I feel awful. I’m sorry this is all transpiring before your wedding.”
“Don’t be. I’m having the time of my life. And you should be too. Liam will be alright. He still has a lot of demons to work through. You can’t be a healer for everyone—even though I know you want to be.”
“I do. I wish more than anything that he can find happiness as I have in Diego.”
She looks around, cautious of who is around us. “Lainey isn’t it. I thought she was, but I’m starting to think she may have been a familiar rebound for him while you were away.”
“Seems that way. I feel bad for her. She really cares about him.” I can’t help but wear a sour look on my face.
Diego, being the man he is, notices. He stops chatting with his sister and Killian and works his way over to us.
“Ladies,” he announces himself, handing me my cocktail.
I lick the sugar off the rim and take a sip. Maybe the lavender will help me chill the fuck out. I’m tempted to eat the damn sprig garnishing the top.
Diego silently chuckles next to me, reading my thoughts as I eye the pretty purple flower.
“I thought earlier would have calmed you down,” he states confidently. “Liam say anything to bother you?” he questions, his sapphire eyes shimmering with the need to protect.
“Nothing I didn’t already know. He’s upset. I can’t really blame him.” I shrug, taking a sip of my drink.
Diego does the same. “I can’t fault him for his feelings, but he needs to stop making you feel guilty for your choice.”
“I don’t think he’s intentionally doing it,” Lexi defends him.
Diego doesn’t respond with words, just raises an eyebrow as if saying, “ We’ll see. ”