CHAPTER TWELVE
MADDOX
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I barge into Kyra’s room—fuck, my room—and find her lying on the bed, still naked, with her legs crossed at her ankles.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I demand, rolling up the sleeves of my white business shirt.
Her head slowly turns from the ceiling to face me. “Baking a cake. What does it look like?”
I lift a brow.
“Don’t be sarcastic. It’s not attractive.”
She snorts.
The hell?
“I mean this.” I wave my hand at her body. “Whatever this is, you need to stop. Now, get up and get dressed.”
“No, thanks.” Kyra turns her head and returns her focus to the ceiling. “Do you think that’s an imperfection in the paintwork?”
I frown.
And glance up.
“What?”
“Up there. The small black dot. I think you need to repaint this ceiling. It’s bothering me.”
Jesus Christ.
I stride across the room, the door banging behind me, and Kyra leaps in the air. Her legs swing over the bed, and I catch her inevitable fall and steady her on her feet.
Fuck, do not touch any of her bits.
Her sexy-as-fucking-Hades bits.
“I told you not to play with me. What did you think was going to happen after your little window show today?” I growl.
I feel her start to shake under my hands as I try to ignore her perky breasts and the gentle curves of her petite body.
“I don’t know.” Kyra swallows.
She’s scared of me, and I like it.
I narrow my eyes and know they’re as black as night as I let them dip down her body. The small triangle of hair between her legs is dark and calling to me.
My cock hardens further, because it's not softened since the moment I watched the video, and before I can stop myself, I ask. “Were you thinking about me while your juices dripped from your body today?”
“Please,” she begs, her eyes darting away.
Fucking hell.
She was.
I step closer, gripping her chin and tilting it so she is forced to look at me. If she wants to play games with me, then I will play. And she will lose.
What kind of idiot strips and taunts a predator like me? A man who has already stripped her of her freedoms, locked her up, and threatened her.
My father might be my true prey, but I’m not a saint and she is walking through dangerous territory here. Unequipped and inexperienced.
My shaft twitches, liking that she is innocent and ready for me to toy with.
Something shifts within me.
A desire I’ve been trying to suppress since the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s pushed me to my limits, standing here with her hard nipples and, I guarantee, a wet pussy.
Her tongue sweeps out and licks her lip.
Silly girl.
“Is that what you want? Do you want the man holding you captive to fuck you while you beg for release?”
Silence.
My cock throbs.
“Answer me.” I growl and tighten my grip around her chin.
“Maddox.” She breathes.
But she doesn’t say no.
I need her to say no.
To stop this, to stop me. There’s one thing taking this woman from her home but using her for my pleasure, when I know she’s trying to manipulate me into giving her back her freedom, is another level of fucked up.
Then again, she’s appealing to the broken part of me that’s familiar with using sex as a tool. The part who hates that my body is turned on by this sick and twisted arousal.
But I am.
And I can see by her dilated pupils that Kyra is too.
I can’t look away.
I can’t step away.
I need to watch her give away a piece of her innocent soul to me while I succumb to the darkness in me.
“Do you like people watching you? Is that what this is?” My eyes roam her face. “Me on the cameras. The people in the buildings outside.”
The little voyeur.
A million ideas fill my mind at how I could play with this woman and fulfill her kinky desires if she wasn’t my father’s fiancé.
“They can’t see in.” She gasps.
“Or can they? You’ll never know, I suppose.”
Kyra blinks and the electricity radiating from her doesn’t dissipate. She’s literally throbbing with need.
“Perhaps you’d like them to watch as you drop to your knees and suck my thick, hard cock?” Her cheeks turn pink, and my cock pushes eagerly at my zipper. “Do you want to that, little prisoner?”
I can’t stop.
I know I should, but watching her almost combust as she blushes with pre-orgasmic heat is driving me insane.
“Are you wet now, between those soft thighs of yours?”
“No,” she whispers pathetically.
Such a little liar.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I smile darkly. “If you’re dry as a bone, I will let you walk out of here.”
She blinks.
“And if I’m not?” Kyra asks, her voice a husky rasp.
“If you’re wet, you get on your knees and take me right down your pretty throat,” I reply, leaning in so our mouths are almost touching.
She swallows.
Walk away right now.
I can’t.
I am going to fuck this woman one way or another. There is no way I can leave this room and relieve my throbbing cock with any level of satisfaction. Except inside her.
Unless she screams at me and says no with a truth I can’t ignore, I’m taking what I want.
“Legs apart,” I growl and, fuck me , she does exactly as I tell her. Immediately. “Good girl.”
My hand snakes between us, and I press my finger against her clit.
Kyra gasps, closing her eyes as I glide them through her flesh to her core. Where I find her sopping wet.
I groan deep in the back of my throat and tilt her head, eyeing her swollen lips.
“Soaked,” I rumble.
Her eyes open and meet mine.
“Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere, little prisoner,” I say and press two fingers inside her just an inch.
“Oh god.” She moans and tries to arch to take more.
My lip twitches.
“Uh, uh. Not yet.”
Her body is almost jelly, held up only by my hand between her legs and my grip on her neck.
“Will you honor our deal and get on your knees, little prisoner, or do I walk away?”
That’s not happening, but she doesn’t need to know that. I want her mouth around my dick and to feel her pussy convulse on my tongue. Pulling my fingers out, I lift my hand and get my first taste of her.
“As sweet as I imagined,” I rasp while she licks her lower lip. “That better be a yes, Kyra.”
She doesn’t answer, simply lowers to the ground when I release her neck and unzips me.
Fucking hell.
Listen, this isn’t my first blow job—probably not even my first hundredth blow job—but watching the naked woman I’ve kidnapped completely submit and take my cock out has me reaching out and gripping the cabinet next to me.
Jesus fuck .
I have to be in hell. Shit like this does not happen in heaven. Not to men like me.
Kyra lets my pants fall to the floor and begins to stroke my shaft. Her hand snakes around and cups my balls, then her tongue swipes over the precum dripping from the end.
Then she takes me fully into her mouth.
“Finger your wet pussy,” I order as I moan.
Christ.
Submission has never turned me on, but I’ve got full control of this woman and I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
This was not the plan, but I’m not sorry, and I’m not telling a soul. Travis needs to get out of my head. This is consensual. I gave her a choice. As much as anyone has when they’ve been kidnapped.
Fuck it. I’m going to hell, anyway.
Kyra’s throat works me like a pro, over and over, as she tries to maintain eye contact. Those blue eyes are thick with moisture. While she sucks me, her fingers pump inside her own sex.
She moans.
“Don’t you come.” I warn and questioning eyes meet mine.
I want your orgasm, sweetheart.
I can’t tell her how much I want to eat out her pussy and taste more of her juices. How much I want to watch her fall apart because I’m the one making her fly off the cliff. Owning her screams.
With that image in my mind, suddenly it takes priority to my own orgasm. Gripping her dark locks, I push her down harder on my cock and fuck her throat fast.
“That’s it. Fuck. Yes. Good girl.” I cry as she gags, saliva sliding from her mouth. My balls tighten as fire spreads through me, and I release inside Kyra’s mouth.
Pulling out, she coughs as I take my cock and finish on her face.
I’m not done.
As she kneels in front of me covered in my come, I know I’m not even close to being fucking done with her.
I help her stand as she wipes her mouth.
Like an obsessed man, I lift her by the hips and take two steps, dropping her on the bed.
“Lie down and legs apart.” I order huskily, ripping my shirt and tie off, then toss them across the room.
“You don’t have to,” Kyra says.
I cup one breast and flick her nipple as I kneel over her. Then lean in and suck hard on the peak.
“This isn’t a chore.” I lock our eyes so she knows that I mean what I say next. “Say stop and I will.”
Somehow.
I might have to hand her my gun, but I will stop.
“But you need to decide now, Kyra.”
There is only a thread of control—a frayed fucking thread—left.
“Or I’m going to fuck you. Two seconds, Kyra.”
Her decolletage flushes and I pray she doesn’t say no. But then again, I’m not a godly man, so I wonder how much it really matters. I believe in the devil more than I do any god. No one saved me, no matter how much praying I did during my childhood.
My mouth dips and I suck her nipple.
One.
Two.
Her body arches as I meet her eyes once more and begin to make my way down her body. I lift one thigh and spread her wide apart like she’s a delicious buffet.
Wet pink flesh presents itself to me and I might be wrong. I think this is heaven.
“What a beautiful cunt,” I growl as I lower and slide my tongue through her.
“Oh, god!” she yells.
That’s right baby, lie back and enjoy.
Palming her inner thighs, I feast. Tangy blends with sweet as her body trembles and shudders. Like me, she’s highly aroused and on the edge.
I push back all the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this. Knowing how much it’s fucking up my plans and could backfire in the future.
If I let her go.
How I should be giving her dinner and focusing on Pierce, making sure all the next steps have been implemented. That he’s suffering. That he’s unraveling while I revel in the joy of that.
Not fucking the woman he plans to marry.
Grrhh.
The idea of his evil mitts being on Kyra is suddenly unacceptable. As her body writhes under my mouth, I feel an unmistakable need to keep her from him.
Not to punish him.
But because right now her body belongs to me. Her cries belong to me.
My plan is evolving.
I am not giving her back.
I can’t keep her captive forever. As my tongue laps at her flesh, sliding through her folds, and I suck on her clit, I realize the fucking mistake I’ve made.
“Maddox,” she moans, and I flinch at the use of my name.
It’s so intimate.
She’s my prisoner.
Fuck I shouldn’t be doing this.
“More.”
I know what she wants. I know what she needs. I should fuck her with my fingers, especially as I’ve already come. But I need to fill this woman with my cock and seed, dominating her in the complete and utter sense of the word.
I’m erect and ready again.
And I’m a big enough asshole to do it.
I need to fuck this little prisoner of mine.
Kyra’s hips lift, pressing into my mouth, and I suck her hard nub, flicking my tongue as I do.
“Oh god,” she cries.
“Come,” I tell her, and do it repeatedly as her screams fill the room.
Without giving her time to recover, I rise and cover her with my large muscular frame, palming the linen beside her head. With one hand, I direct my cock to her wet and swollen entrance.
“You got your way, little prisoner.” I growl.
Her hands lift to my biceps, and I close my eyes at the feel of her gentle touch as I thrust inside her.
Motherfucker.
She’s tight.
She’s hot.
She fits like a glove.
“Jesus Christ.” I groan and open my eyes to find her sparkling blue globes staring back at me.
Fuck.
This can’t feel this good. I pull back and thrust in again harder, as if the sheer force of my body will take away how amazing this is.
Then I fucking ask, “Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” Kyra replies, her nails digging into me.
“Do you like it?”
She clenches her pussy around my cock. “Yes.”
Fuck me.
I’m not sure if she’s just played me exceptionally well or if my entire plan just backfired on me. But I can tell you right now, this is going to happen a-fucking-gain.