Epilogue
JACKSON
Madelyn is even more beautiful now than the day I kidnapped her. Especially when she poses naked next to my latest victim.
My paintbrush outlines her curves and tits across my canvas, only stopping to dab a little more blood on its tip. Blood will never stop being my medium of choice, and thanks to Gateley, I won’t run out of it anytime soon.
Madelyn, Amelia, and I have set up camp at Gateley’s newest enterprise in the deep south.
A place where the top one percent can bid on merchandise of the most illegal variety.
Masks and aliases conceal everyone’s identity.
As long as people pay up, there are no problems. It’s when they don’t that I have to intervene.
Hence the jackass with his throat slashed across my office floor.
For a long time, I thought killing was part of my revenge.
An impulse driven by the hate of my brother.
But I am finding it hard to escape from the aftermath of Jamison’s murder.
I should have guessed this is what Gateley had in mind when he gave me the job.
Still, aside from staying completely hidden from the world, this is the best-case scenario. At least until more time has passed.
“Jax,” Madelyn calls, her voice bringing me a different type of excitement. “Can I move now?”
My gaze meets hers as she wiggles her ass on the seat I’ve placed her in.
Her eyes burn for me. For my attention, and I have no fucking problem giving into it.
I place the paintbrush on top of the dead man, knowing full well I’ll get another to get blood from.
The painting can wait, but Madelyn cannot.
“That depends,” I say gruffly. “Are you craving me, baby?”
Madelyn breaks eye contact for a moment by closing her eyes. She bites her lip, heat rising to her face.
I cup one of her breasts, using my finger to flick her nipple. A moan escapes her mouth.
With my other hand, I force her chin up, so she has to look at me.
I discovered it’s a little game she likes to play.
Acting timid when she really wants is to watch my expressions.
And watch me cum. “Eyes on me,” I demand, and wait.
She smiles and opens her eyes, meeting me in the same fucking crazed way every single time. “Yes, sir,” she murmurs.
My cock hardens at her words against my only layer-a pair of black dress pants I keep for every occasion.
I let go of her breast to undo the button.
As they slide down to my ankles, I inch closer to her.
With my legs, I spread open her thighs to reveal my wet pussy.
Everything she is, everything she has, is mine.
Mine to use. Mine to destroy. Mine to love. Mine to protect.
“Good girl,” I say, kissing her forehead. “Tell me what you want.”
Madelyn smiles then, “Your cock. Always.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I lift her up from the seat and then place her on the ground next to the dead businessman. “You want me to fuck you next to him?” I ask, cock inches from her pussy.
She takes a second to peer over at the man before turning back to me. A smirk appears across her lips. “I now understand why Gateley and Sam do it. Being next to the dead makes me feel even more alive.”
I growl and push into her pussy. I pause, relishing the fact that my cock is deep inside her. She moans, her pussy squeezing against me. “I’m glad I’m here,” she says, kissing my lips.
“Getting fucked or here with me?” I laugh, the sound still surprising me.
“Both. Forever,” she whispers.
I kiss her back while thrusting my hips. That I can do.