CHAPTER TWENTY
KYRA
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Maddox lifts my hips and slams into me harder, spilling his seed as he screams into the air. Gripping the back of my neck, the intensity with which he stares into my soul is almost terrifying.
If it wasn’t for the orgasm ripping through me, I might be frightened, but on some level, I know this man will never hurt me.
Keep me?
Will you ever let me go?
I don’t think I can.
Maddox thinks he’s going to keep me forever, but we both know that can’t and won’t happen. While I want to stay in his arms enjoying the most incredible passion of my life, I know I have to find a way out of this club.
Just thinking about never seeing him again has my chest tightening and eyes blinking back tears.
Reactions that he’ll think are due to my pleasure.
In a way, I suppose they are.
But not in the way he thinks.
God, I had no idea it was possible to feel this way about someone. To desire them. To crave them. To feel like they are the other half of you that was always missing. Even on the dance floor, the way he held me, I felt like I belonged to him.
Not as his prisoner.
As a woman.
I’m likely romanticizing all of this. If Maddox truly cared about me, he’d let me go.
His response to my earlier life, my lack of education, and restrictions from my father took me by surprise. He looked angry on my behalf.
What would he be like to have someone on my side?
To be loved and cared for by a man I was also attracted to. A true love match.
I almost snort.
Now I’m really dreaming.
Maddox likes fucking me. Our chemistry is off charts, but everyone knows that burns out as fast as it started. This isn’t some fated meeting that will turn into love.
Not that I am expecting love from Pierce.
My stomach turns as Maddox places his mouth on mine. A commanding but gentle kiss. Can I really marry his father after this?
Do I have a choice?
Maddox presses up on his hands. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little,” I admit.
He doesn’t apologize, simply gently slides his cock out, unties the silk bands holding my arms and crosses the room. When he returns, it’s with a warm cloth.
“Relax your muscles.” Maddox cleans between my legs with a level of care that has me blushing. “Such a beautiful little cunt.”
I rub my arms and keep watching him adore me.
One day he will marry. He will fall in love and some lucky woman will have this man’s heart and soul. I know he’s broken. He’s been hurt. But the woman who wins his heart will have it for life. I know that with all that I am.
I’ve seen glimpses as he’s lowered his walls, and it’s left me gasping for air.
I could drown in his possession.
Maddox pulls me up to a sitting position and presses his lips to mine, sliding his tongue inside, and my body begins to tingle all over again.
I don’t think I could ever have enough of him.
“You’re divine. My cock already misses being inside you.” He rumbles.
I glance down and see him hardening again already.
“Don’t you ever feel satisfied?”
Like, I can talk.
“Not when it comes to you.” His fingers slide through my pussy again, and as I moan, he glances at the side table and leans to open the drawer.
I turn and watch him pull out a black box.
“What is that?”
“Go use the bathroom and come back.” He pats my bottom and when I don’t move, he says more firmly, “Kyra. Go.”
I blink, wondering if there is an escape, and then scramble off the bed, grabbing my dress. When I get inside the bathroom, there isn’t a window in sight.
Goddamn it.
But I can’t ignore the relief I also feel. Running from Maddox doesn’t feel right. Even though I must.
I slide my dress back on and use the toilet, flush, wash my hands, and then return, feeling confused. I do have to leave him.
I was going to use the bathrooms as a potential escape route, but if they’re all in the middle of the building, all hope is gone. I’m not exactly skilled or experienced in this type of thing. Perhaps I could ask one of the girls if I can use their phone when the men are busy?
Maddox has his pants and shoes on but is shirtless.
God, he’s beautiful.
All those tattoos and layers of muscle have my heart pounding, wanting to melt into him. I’m not sorry that he took me. I can’t be. This time with him has been amazing.
If I can’t find a way to leave, then I’ll have to reason with him. Surely after what we’ve done together, he’ll see reason.
Will you ever let me go?
I don’t think I can.
“Come.” Maddox reaches out his hand, and I notice a shiny black object inside the box just before he guides me to lie down.
“What is that?”
My dress falls around my waist as he lifts my legs apart.
“I’m a possessive man, Kyra. You belong to me. If my cock can’t be inside you every minute of every day, then I’m going to make sure your pussy is full.”
He slides the object inside me.
“Oh.”
Holy hell, it feels nice. I’m still wet, raw, and it takes no time to become aroused again. Knowing it’s to own me sexually sends explosions of fire through me.
“Tighten around it.” He rumbles. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Jesus. It isn’t as big as he is, but it’s still filling my pussy and, with his fingers caressing my flesh, I’m already trembling again.
“This part sits against your clit. You can stimulate yourself but remember the rules. You cannot come unless I give you permission.”
Okay, well, he might be out of luck here. I don’t think I can wear this all night without becoming so aroused I fall over the edge. Not if he’s going to run his fingers over my nipples or have me sit on his lap kissing my neck.
The fullness is foreign, but there’s something about being told it’s a replacement for his cock that makes me feel so dirty, so naughty, so sexual.
Things I have never felt.
“All night?” I ask, curious about what he plans to do.
“Every day and every night, little prisoner. I will get you some more and we can play with them, but if my cock is not in there, then your pussy will be filled with my toys.”
Oh my god. Every day and night? Is he insane?
“Why?”
“Because it now belongs to me.” He growls and leans in licking me, sucking, and lifting my hips off the bed so he can get better access.
Then his thumb presses near my rear hole and I jump as I let out a cry. Nerves fire off in multiple places that have never been touched by another person in my life.
Maddox lifts his head and a low rumble escapes.
“We’ll save that for another night, little prisoner. I am definitely fucking that hole one day.”
“No, you are not.” My eyes widen but he simply grins, then lifts me to my feet and runs a hand over my hair while those silver eyes roam my face.
The intensity has me leaning into him, but before I can fully, Maddox cups my pussy.
“Don’t forget who this belongs to. With every clench of your walls, you remind yourself.”
I swallow.
He leads me back out to the club and when we settle back onto the sofa and pick up our drinks. I wonder at my sanity as I feel his arm wrap around me and I nestle into him.
I blame the sex hormones.
They make you crazy.
My eyes roam around the club looking for another escape, but a sudden and irrational sense of guilt hits me. I’m sitting here with this man’s toy inside me, filled completely, and I’m trying to run away.
Because he kidnapped you. For the love of god.
I suck the straw between my lips and glance up at his beautiful, tortured face. His eyes dip to mine as he runs his fingers over my shoulder and then takes a sip of his whisky.
I feel a sense of contentment and shake my head, smiling.
“What is it, gorgeous?” Maddox asks, a hint of a smirk on his face as the constant throb of electricity hums between us.
Can he tell that I’m happy?
Is he as confused by that as I am?
And more to the point, is he as terrified as I am now that we’ve bonded on an unspoken level, wondering how it will end?
“Kyra Fox!” a voice booms from the doorway. “NYPD. Lift this rope now.”
My head flips around and I come face-to-face with my father and four police officers as Maddox’s arm drops and grips me firmly around the waist.
Shit.