CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
KYRA
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I shower when I get upstairs to my room after finally listening to my parents rant and rave for hours. Dad dropped the caring parent act the moment we got in the car. But when Mom saw me, she was all over me like a nasty rash.
We haven’t always been super close, but she’s been an okay mom for the most part.
Still, I don’t remember getting so many hugs from her.
She was worried, I get it.
But I can’t tell them that I was kidnapped, as I have to stick to my story. The truth is it was a traumatizing experience. But it was also confusing.
My feelings for Maddox were changing by the minute before the cops turned up. I did take what they said to me seriously after giving my statement.
“If you change your mind and want to change it, you can. Stockholm syndrome can hit almost immediately. Survival makes us do and say many different things.”
Is that what it was?
“Mr. Sterling is a good-looking man, Ms. Fox,” a female officer said to me, smiling at me like I was pathetic. “And a powerful man. That’s quite the aphrodisiac.”
She has no idea.
“You would be excused for feeling like it was real.”
It was real.
Wasn’t it?
“So, if you have doubts or want to talk to us, you can. Here’s my card.”
Meanwhile, back home, Mom apologized a million times for forcing me to marry Pierce. My father slapped her in the end, leaving a bright red mark on her face.
“You are still marrying him.” He pointed at me.
“I know.” I nodded, then climbed the stairs, feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.
Depression.
I walked away from Maddox tonight. I couldn’t remain as his little prisoner, and I know he’ll never forgive me. His demands to go to him felt like a rope pulling on me. The anger in his eyes as I turned from him will forever be etched into my memory.
It feels weird to be home, standing in my own shower, using my own toiletries.
I know I wasn’t gone long, but being with Maddox changed me in ways I am still figuring out. My body clenches around his toy still inside me and stupid tears prick at my eyes.
Come here.
The way he can command my body is something no man will ever be able to replace. In fact, I don’t think I’ll feel the way I do about him with anyone else.
Maddox’s dark gaze as he filled me with his seed will be seared into my soul for eternity. Suddenly I burst into tears, dropping my face into my hands as the water runs over me.
What a mess.
These feelings, real or not, are not going to vanish.
If I’m not inside you, then your pussy will be filled with my toys. Because it now belongs to me.
I reach between my legs and pull it out, staring at the black device. I rinse it and climb out of the shower, placing it on the bench.
My body aches from being with Maddox tonight and last night. We might’ve been ripped apart, but his come is still inside me. The taste of him is still on my tongue.
I dry off, pull on a white cotton nightie, and climb into bed, staring at the ceiling. There is no way I’m going to sleep tonight.
I focus on the emptiness within me and blink at the craving it creates. No. I can’t. It’s wrong.
And yet, I need it...
I run back into the bathroom and then climb back into bed. I close my eyes as I rub my clit and visualize Maddox between my legs. In seconds I’m wet, imaging his broad inked shoulders and silver eyes demanding my submission.
Then I slide the toy back inside me and moan happily.
Nestling the arched arm on my clit, I writhe against it, wishing I was in Maddox’s bed, but happy to have the feeling of his toy inside me again.
I need the feel of him.
I need to know he’s still here with me as his DNA still seeps from my body.
Until I can tear these feelings from my heart.
When I’m Pierce’s wife, I will discard it. Until then, in my mind, I still belong to Maddox.
You belong to me.
As I’m drifting off to sleep, a ping from my phone sounds. I put it on charge when I first came upstairs. It’s probably Penny. I will look at it in the morning.
Tonight, I’m going to dream of my sexy kidnapper.
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WHEN I WAKE and finally look at the message on my phone, I burst into tears.
You are mine, little P. Come home.
Everything comes crashing down over me as I sob. Being kidnapped. Being thoroughly and perfectly fucked by Maddox. Going to the Alliance Club—a sex club. Watching him being surrounded by police and accused of kidnapping me...which, okay, fine, yes, he did.
And how I’ve fallen in love with him in some irrational way.
I don’t know what is real and not.
Perhaps the officer was right, and I’m messed up.
But this room doesn’t feel like home anymore.
Come home.
Maddox can’t seriously think that prison cell was my home, can he? Do I? Would I return and let him lock me up, to feel him fuck me every day and night?
To take me to the Alliance Club and tease my pussy, making me wet and compliant to every one of his desires?
I let out a groan and desire stirs in me.
A knock at the door startles me and I slide my phone under the pillow.
“Come in,” I call out.
When the door opens, I freeze.
“Hello sweetheart,” Pierce says and closes the door behind him.
No. Please. No.