CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KYRA
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I turn as the door opens and Maddox’s eyes immediately drop from mine and slide down my body lazily.
The hairs on my arms lift and I fail to suppress a shiver.
Not just because of the way he’s fucking me with his eyes, but I’m almost doing the same.
Tonight, he’s wearing a pair of black pants with polished black shoes, a black shirt with the top buttons open showing his mouth watering tattoos, and the sleeves rolled up. A large gold watch hangs from his wrist.
I swallow back my lust, reminding myself that this dangerous and commanding man held me in his arms last night. And that he’s taken my freedom.
It’s almost ironic that I was craving freedom before he took me, and now it’s all I want.
I had more than I realized.
Compared to now.
Tonight, I have a chance to raise an alarm, escape, or take advantage of any situation that may arise. Not that I have a choice, but I am going along willingly.
Being the woman on his arm is also not a hardship.
Although it would be nice if I wasn’t his little prisoner, as he annoyingly calls me.
I bite my lip, knowing that in a few hours I may be free and that I will never see this dark, handsome man again. The connection I imagined between us must’ve been just that. Imagination.
I could never love a man like him.
It’s insane to even consider it.
“Ready?” Maddox rasps, stepping back.
“Yes.” I glance around, looking for a purse and phone I don’t possess, then slide my hand down the silk of the black cocktail dress and cross the room.
Then quickly run back and grab my puffer.
As I pass Maddox, I feel his eyes and warm breath on my shoulder. Then he follows closely until we reach the elevator.
His hand lands on the small of my back.
“You look stunning.” He leans into my hair, which I styled straight and have pulled it over one shoulder. His fingers brush over it, tucking it farther over my ear.
“Thank you,” I whisper and swallow.
When the door opens, he puts his hand out to stop it closing and stills me with his body.
“You will say nothing to anybody. Just be a good girl and do what I say.”
My lips stretch into a frown. “Fine. But isn’t my family looking for me?”
Maddox moves and nods for me to step into the elevator. He follows and pushes the button, then turns to me and smiles. “Yes.”
My eyes widen.
What is he up to?
If there is a chance I might get caught up in his game and get hurt, then maybe I need to be more focused on staying alive than running away.
I don’t understand any of this.
I’m simply his pawn, powerless to do anything.
His hand brushes against mine and I gasp, but he simply takes my puffer, and I glance down as he drops it into a pocket.
“Tell me if you need it.”
“Maddox, please.” Panic rising within me.
Is this another way to control me?
He takes my chin. “You have no pockets. You will not leave my side. If you need it, simply tell me.”
He’s right.
The doors open and there are two men in suits standing by a black SUV waiting for us. I step out into the low-lit garage and climb into the vehicle. Maddox follows, the doors close, and then we are on our way.
This is the first time I’ve been out of the penthouse for days. I feel almost normal as I watch the city lights pass. People walking, cars beeping, and cabs flying past.
Then I’m pulled back to the present when a large hand lands on my thigh. My eyes dart to Maddox’s hand and then at the driver. He’s paying us no notice, which is good because now the silk of my skirt is tugged up.
“Spread your legs,” Maddox orders me.
“Here?” I squeak in a quiet voice.
“Now,” he rasps.
My thighs part as if he has some magical remote control over them, and his hand snakes between them. My traitorous core burns excitedly.
Oh, my god.
My heart thuds inside my chest when he tugs my panties aside then rubs my clit like he did last night, sending threads of delicious electrical beams through my body.
We cannot do this here.
He’s crazy.
“Maddox.” I place my hand over his.
He grabs my chin with his other hand and turns my face. “Don’t. I want your juices on my lips before we arrive.”
Holy fuck.
A rocket of arousal takes off and I groan as his finger thrusts inside me. I arch, leaning my head back against the seat, pressing my eyes closed as he growls.
“Christ, Kyra.”
God, it feels good.
Now I don’t want him to stop. But he does, way too soon.
My eyes flick open in time to see Maddox sucking his fingers. He wipes them across his lips and then tugs me closer. Then his dark eyes lock with mine as he presses his mouth to mine.
“Taste yourself, Kyra. Taste yourself on me. Know that you belong to me,” Maddox rasps.
Before I can stop myself, my tongue snakes out and a tart but slightly sweet taste hits my senses.
“Fuck, yes.” He growls, then slides his fingers inside me again. “Behave tonight and I will give you my cock again. I’ll fuck this pussy and make you scream with pleasure.”
It’s almost enough to make me want to stay with him.
Almost.
“Would you like that, little prisoner?”
“Yes.”
Say no, damn you. This man has kidnapped you—he’s not your boyfriend or date. Gah.
“Good girl.” His fat fingers slide in and out a few more times as those silver, smoky eyes roam my face with almost an amused glint within them.
“Ohhhh god.”
“Don’t come,” Maddox warns me, and my questioning gaze meets his. “I want you wet and craving me all night.”
Is he kidding?
That’s torture. I’m wet and in need of release. He can’t leave me in this state. This is just another type of control. I’m starting to see a trend.
“No. I can’t go in there like this.” I panic and tighten my pussy around his fingers.
“Such a naughty little cunt. Behave.” He lets out a dry laugh and pulls out, smacking my clit.
Holy hell. My nerves leap as my juices soak my tiny silk panties.
“Maddox,” I hiss.
But he’s already pulling my skirt back down, and before I can argue any further, we arrive at our destination.
The Alliance Club.
The door opens, Maddox climbs out, then holds out a hand. I take it, glance around, and let him lead me toward the door.
I already knew that it was located at the golf course owned by Travis Warner, the billionaire. More proof that Maddox is as wealthy as I suspect.
His two bodyguards shadow us as we enter the lobby and head down a dark hallway to the exclusive club.
“Good evening, Mr. Sterling.” The doorman nods and opens a solid black door, exposing a world I could never have prepared for.
My mouth drops open, and I tighten my grip on Maddox’s hand because he stops and glances down at me.
“Kyra. I won’t leave your side,” he rumbles. “No one will touch you or fucking look at you. Do you understand?”
I nod, grateful as I swallow.
He’s brought me to a sex club. My pussy is throbbing with unfulfilled need and seductive music pulses around us.
That’s just the start, I realize as he leads us farther inside.
It’s not seedy as one would expect a sex club to be, likely due to the obvious luxury and wealth emanating from every inch of the establishment.
The members pay no attention to us and that’s likely nothing to do with us, and everything to do with how...busy they are.
My eyes roam over three people to my left. The man has his cock in his hand, stroking it, while the woman kisses another man. I’m confused at first, but the closer we get, I notice her top has been tugged down to expose her breasts, and there is a girl on her knees below her licking her out.
Jesus.
We keep walking and I see a man sitting on his own. But he’s not. A second later, a head pops up and then down again over his lap.
My body buzzes inappropriately, turned on by all of it.
“Like what you see?” Maddox asks, releasing my hand and sliding it over my behind.
I shiver.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs roughly. “Through here.”
Another man nods and lifts a rope, giving us entry to a private section where a large circular sofa is set back in the room. There are multiple low tables in front of it and the wall is open in front so we can see into the main room.
“About time.” A tall, dark-haired man with a cheeky smile approaches as our bodyguards find positions around the edge of the room.
“I didn’t know there was a time.” Maddox grouches.
“Travis Warner.” He ignores him and reaches out a hand to me.
“Kyra Fox,” I reply, shaking it. Kidnappee , I leave off.
Does he know?
“I’m glad he got you out of the house.” Travis shakes his head at Maddox. “What would you like to drink?”
“Macallan for me and a vodka for Kyra.” Maddox answers for me.
“Wait, you know?” I gasp.
Another man steps up. “That he kidnapped you? Yes.”
“This is Parker.” Maddox grunts. “And I told you all not to talk about this tonight.”
Parker, who is gorgeous and an inch taller than Maddox but a little less bulky, lets out a roar of a laugh. Then shakes my hand. “Parker Stone.”
My eyes dart around, confused, as I’m led over to the sofa and Travis orders our drinks.
“Zayne. Killian.” Maddox points to the other two men sitting with three gorgeous women.
“Nice to meet you.” Zayne nods as I take in the snake tattoo around his neck. Like Maddox, his shirt is unbuttoned, but much farther so I can see his muscular abs.
One of the women smirks at me and runs her hand over it. Then licks her lips.
I dart my eyes away as Killian smirks at me. “Enjoying yourself, Kyra?”
He has longish dark hair, which is up in a bun, and wears a white shirt and two gold chains around his neck. His skin is darkly tanned, and he looks like he could be in the Caribbean rather than in a NYC club.
A sex club, I remind myself.
I’m guided around one of the tables where Maddox sits and pulls me down hard against him. I feel his arm lift and lie along the back of the sofa behind me.
Our drinks arrive.
“How did you know I drink vodka?”
“You’re a girl. All girls drink vodka.” He mutters against the rim of his glass.
“He’s very sexist. You’ll get used to him,” Travis says, sitting on one of the tables grinning at me like I’m some dancing monkey.
I glance at Maddox, then back at Travis. I don’t know what they think is going on here, but I’m making my position clear.
“Oh, I’m not staying around long.”
“And this is how I make my money back.” Parker smiles, dropping down on a seat near us.
“Keep betting on me and you’ll end up living in the Bronx, Stone.” Maddox takes another sip.
“There’s another bet?” Killian leans forward.
“Hey!” The girl who was trying to undo his zipper complains.
“On your knees, baby.” He pushes her to the floor.
Now I know why these little tables are spaced apart.
Wow.
Does Maddox think I’m going to fuck him in front of everyone? Is that why he brought me here? Yes, my core is throbbing and wet, but I have morals. I’m not some random girl looking for a billionaire. With my trust fund, I’m a multi-millionaire in my own right.
I’m talking eight figures.
I wriggle uncomfortably as the girl pulls Killian’s cock out and wraps her mouth around it.
“Tell me later.” He leans back and grabs her hair.
I find Travis smiling at me when I finally look away.
“She likes to watch,” he says to Maddox.
“Nice.” Parker sips his drink, nodding as if this was very interesting information.
“She also likes being watched.” Maddox informs them and my patience dissolves.
“I’m sitting right here!” I snap. “And I do not like either of those things. This is not the kind of place I normally come.”
I drop my glass onto the table and glare at them all.
“Everyone comes sooner or later here.” Travis winks.
Gah!
“How can you just sit there knowing he has kidnapped me?” I demand of them.
Parker sips his drink, watching me as if I’m just a show on TV. Travis tilts his head, and I hate that I find him a little bit adorable. His dimples are almost permanent, but I can see there’s a darkness to him.
All of them have it. A hard edge that is impenetrable.
“I can see why you’re keeping her.” Travis’s smile breaks open and stretches across his face, but then just as fast turns serious as he faces Maddox. “You need to fix this and look after her.”
“Fuck you. I’m looking after Kyra just fine.” Maddox snaps.
Keeping me? Wait a damn minute.
“Except for keeping me locked up.” I cross my arms as I mumble. “And he isn’t keeping me.”
My eyes slide across his thick strong thighs which are spread wide, taking up all the space, and up over his black-clad body. Around us, the music heats up and the girls drag some of the guys up to dance.
“If you think I’m going to do what they’re doing, you are mistaken.” I tell him.
His arm drops behind me and presses into the small of my back, pushing me up against him.
“You’re hardly in any position to be making the rules, little prisoner.” Maddox rasps, then grabs my jaw with his other hand. “Especially given I know how wet you were when you entered. I saw how turned on you were watching that threesome.”
Ugh.
I hate that he is right.
“If I want your mouth around my cock, you will do it.”
“No, I won’t.”
His hand drops and slides between my legs. I try to move, but he holds me still. We both know I want him to touch me. With little effort he loops his finger around my panties and tugs them a few times before they drop to the floor.
I gasp and then do it a second time as his fingers slide inside me.
“Soaking wet for me.” His head tilts, and his silver eyes filled with arousal roam my face.
“This isn’t right,” I say pathetically. Not even I’m buying my halfhearted resistance.
“Tell me, little prisoner, have you thought about my cock all day today?”
Yes.
Damn you.
“Have you worked out that I can please you far more than my monster of a father ever could?” He curls his fingers, and I grip his arm.
Holy hell.
“Did you touch your naughty pussy today?”
No, because I was mad at him for walking out. For taking me in the first place. For making me want him as much as I do. Craving more of his touch.
His thumb presses on my clit and I hear myself begging.
“Climb on my lap.”
“No. I’m not fucking you here.” I panic.
“Okay.” His fingers slide out of my pussy, leaving me empty and needy.
“Maddox.” I grip his shirt.
“Make up your mind, little prisoner.” He lifts a dark brow and glances away. When I see him watching the girls dancing, a strange and unwelcome feeling ripples through me.
One I’ve never felt before.
Envy.
I’ve dated few men. Always knowing I was going to be partnered with a man my family chose. Still, I could have fallen for one of them, I suppose, but I never did. I liked a few of them. But I never felt jealous.
I never cared if they spoke to other girls or never called.
Right now, I feel a powerful urge to hurt the woman writhing away to the music. To pull her hair out and tell her she can’t have him.
She glances his way and flicks her hair.
Fuck her.
I climb on Maddox’s lap, blocking his view, and slam my mouth down on his. His hands grip my hips as he takes our kiss deeper, and it occurs to me that this is our first kiss.
Yes, we kissed while fucking the other night, but this feels different. Our tongues wind around one other’s hungrily as the same connection I felt last night rises once more.
He likes that I want him like this.
He likes my jealousy.
I like that he likes it.
God, we are both so messed up.
Maddox releases my lips and slides his hand through my hair. “About fucking time, Kyra.”