CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MADDOX
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Fuck. This was not the goddamn plan.
I’m lying on the bed in my one of my guest rooms with an incredibly sexy and delicious woman in my arms. The woman I kidnapped.
The one I fucked to within an inch of both our lives and have no regrets.
Mostly.
Jesus. I’m terrible at this.
Travis and Parker would be laughing their fucking heads off if they saw me right now. And the others who I assume they’ve told, like the gossipy girls they are.
Killian would likely high-five me. He wouldn’t have a problem with it, I’m almost certain.
Zayne? One never knows with him.
Regardless of the fact we’re all full of vengeance, we do respect woman and the innocent. Which, yeah, sounds a little ironic given I kidnapped Kyra, but she was never going to be harmed by me.
My cock, apparently.
But not me.
Thing is, she was supposed to stay in this room and be a good little prisoner until I had dealt with my father. Clearly that plan went out the door the moment I saw her pleasuring herself against the window on camera.
What choice did I have?
I am a red-blooded man; I could hardly ignore her or the fact my cock was bursting to get out of my pants.
God, the vision of her fucking her sweet pussy has my sore dick waking up again. For the record, no one can see inside my penthouse, but I wanted to see Kyra react.
She reacted all right, dripping with arousal, needing my cock.
I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit.
Jesus, the way she wrapped her lips around my member was like the best wet dream I’ve ever had.
Kyra moves restlessly, pressing her fingers into my pec where her hand lays. I place mine over it to settle her, and she does.
So trusting.
The stupid little prisoner.
I am the world’s worst kidnapper. I may as well buy her a car and give her a fucking credit card.
I curse quietly.
“Maddox?” she asks, her voice rough in the dim morning light.
“Hey.” Mine is deep and just as rough, so I clear my throat.
I should’ve slipped out, but I slept heavily for hours after coming for the third or fourth time. I couldn’t get enough of her body, those sparkling blue eyes and her sweet juices.
She’s a little seductress.
I wipe my hand over my forehead and then through my hair, letting out a sigh. I don’t know what to say to her. This is stepping into seriously fucked-up territory. I spent hours inside her body, her mouth licking and biting every intimate part of me.
I can’t just lock her in this room and fuck her whenever I want.
Tempting.
Very tempting.
I need to make a decision on how we move forward. I also can’t just send her home. I might be pussy struck right now, but I’m not an idiot. Kyra will call the cops and I’ll be arrested.
Worse— slightly —Pierce would regain his reputation and, likely, improve it with news his estranged and insane son kidnapped his fiancé.
Fuck that.
Before I can decide how to proceed, Kyra lifts onto her elbow and gazes directly down into my eyes.
“What did your father do to you?”
Fucking hell.
She goes right for the jugular every single time.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” I glance toward the windows, forcing my focus to stay in here and now. I don’t want thoughts of what that monster did to me as a child in bed with Kyra.
Ever...
My body goes rock hard as I still, taken aback by where that thought pattern was headed.
Ever? As in for-fucking-ever.
Jesus Christ. I sink my cock inside her once—okay, four or five times—and suddenly I’m spending my life with her? Maybe I need to go to a shrink?
That ship has sailed.
“I do, Maddox. Help me understand.” She runs the back of her hand over my cheek, and I close my eyes.
Her touch. It’s like a warm breeze on a summer day, sending rays of joy into my darkness. It’s foreign, and I want to welcome it in, but I can’t.
I turn back to Kyra and grab her hand. Her mouth falls open, but she doesn’t flinch. She should be scared of me, even when that’s the last thing I want.
“No. Tell me you’re being forced to marry him.” I order.
I need to hear her say it. I need to know that this is not something she wanted or asked for. That it’s her worst nightmare, and Pierce turns her stomach sour when he’s nearby.
That he’s never touched her.
Never tasted her.
Never touched her lips or gazed into the blue abyss as his cock slides inside her snug channel.
Instead, she presses her lips together and rage begins to boil deep inside me.
I’m going to fucking kill him.
“Kyra,” I growl, as my hand grips her hip and I sit up, flipping her so she’s underneath me.
“Maddox. Don’t,” she warns softly. “You know you have to return me to him.”
NO!
“I don’t have to do fucking anything.” You are safer with me. “He’s a fucking monster. Don’t you dare lie and tell me you love him after I consumed every inch of your body last night.”
She sucks in a breath.
I grip her hair. “Tell me the truth.”
She both flinches at the pain and lifts her body to meet mine.
I moan and curse simultaneously.
“If you want my cock again, little prisoner, you need to start talking.”
“It won’t change anything. Please Maddox.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. It changes everything. Now say it. Are you in love with my father?”
Her blue globes dart around my face, then lock with mine.
“Yes.”
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KYRA
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MADDOX ROARS WHEN I answer and flies off me and out of bed. I tug the duvet over me, clutching it at my chest as I sit up.
“Liar!” He growls, pulling on his clothes.
“I’m...it’s true,” I whisper.
I need Maddox to believe me, even though it’s the biggest lie I’ve ever told. I can’t stay here with him. He’s holding me prisoner. And from the way he’s behaving, I think he’s a little bit insane.
Wait—he’s a kidnapper—he’s a whole lot insane.
Except the way he touched me, held me, fucked me last night was the most sexual night of my life. His power, his manhood, his beautifully tattooed body calls out to me.
I crave him like I’ve never felt for another man.
The way his large hands maneuver me with ease, his tongue teasing and pleasuring me, and those silver eyes that send butterflies scattering in my tummy.
But I need to be free.
Yet, if I could stay locked in here for days with this man—not while he’s yelling at me—I probably would.
Because what I have to go home to is a nightmare.
There’s something else going on this morning, though. The way he held me all night as we slept. The circles his fingers drew on my body as he cooed me to sleep.
The way he held my face and gazed into my soul as my last orgasm peaked. “That’s it, baby, come. Feel me filling and owning every inch of you.”
“Maddox,” I’d gasped.
“No one but us, Kyra.”
“No one,” I’d cried as my body convulsed and he’d thrust into me so hard it drove us up the bed. His hand palming the wall and our mouths grinning at one another.
“I got you.” He smirked.
“I know you do.” I’d wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling for the first time in my life like I was somewhere safe. Where I belonged.
With my kidnapper.
He turns, now clothed, and glares at me. Does he not realize how huge he is? His body might be divine, ripped with muscles and a scattering of sexy tattoos, but he’s very intimidating. Especially when his anger is directed right at me.
“If you love my father, then Kyra Fox, that makes you a cheating whore!” Maddox stalks to the door, then he turns.
I blink at his nasty words.
Is he hurt?
This man is so confusing.
His father obviously hurt him as a child, and from what I know of Pierce Sterling, I’m not surprised. I wish Maddox would talk to me. Not that there’s anything I could do, but he has to realize that kidnapping someone is a felony, and this isn’t going to end well for him.
Sooner or later, someone will find me.
As weird as this sounds, and perhaps it’s some reaction to the sex hormones racing through my body, but I don’t want to see him locked up.
Or I’m projecting.
Clearly, freedom is something I crave.
I need to go home. To face my future and marry Pierce.
“You have to let me go.” I pull my knees up and drop my forehead on them.
When he doesn’t reply, I glance up and catch the emotions in his eyes, just before he blinks them away.
Oh, my god.
It wasn’t just me. Maddox felt something last night, too. More than just sex. More than just pleasure. A connection between the deeper parts of us that should never have come out to play.
But they did.
We fucked. We laughed. We cried out.
A bonding that I’ve never felt with anyone else.
In that millisecond before he blinked it away, I damn well saw it.
“Maddox.” I reach out a hand, but he grunts, then pulls the door closed loudly.
I lean my head back against the headboard.
Goddamn it. I think I just made things a million times worse.