16. Kayden
KAYDEN
“Are you out of your mind?”
Maddy’s voice is cutthroat, and she attempts to swing her arm away from my lock.
But I’m stronger, and I’ve got a good grip on her.
“Don’t bother, Little Demon.” I’m not letting go. “We’re doing this.”
People are staring and talking as I drag Madelyn to the bathroom. This is the show of the century for them.
I don’t give a fuck. She’s been naughty. Provoking me this way.
Thinking she can just go and be with whoever she wants when she belongs to me.
She has no idea I know, but I do. During one of my obsessive tantrums, I put a camera in the corridor on the second floor.
I watched her touch herself after leaving the puck next to the bathroom door the other night.
While I was in the shower. Such a little sneaky sinner.
I rejoiced in that clip more than a handful of times.
I fucking hate that I feel this. This animalistic need to snatch her away from everyone else and keep her locked somewhere only I can appreciate her.
If she wants to play with me. I’ll play. She’ll see.
She was all over that guy, but looking at me. Trying to make me jealous.
I slam the door of the bathroom and push her inside.
Seven minutes in heaven or seven minutes in hell, that’ll be her choice to make.
The crowd is eager to hear from us, and I’ll give them a show.
“She’s so lucky,” someone whispers from the other side.
“Aren’t they brother and sister?” A guy’s voice.
“Are they going to do something?”
“Press your ear to the door.” A girl.
God, people really can’t seem to mind their own business anymore.
Is that why Maddy is such a little attention-seeker?
That whole thing she did outside was for me.
Calling me. She wanted me to look.
“I’m not doing this,” she says. She folds her arms against her chest and glares at me.
Her pouty lips are colored dark red, and the little red dress she’s got on matches it perfectly.
It also leaves nothing to the imagination. Her tits are practically pouring out of it, and the skirt is too short.
Her delicious thighs are making me hard just by staring.
I frown. Me and half of the guys here. I don’t like that thought one bit.
I press my thumb against her mouth and smear the lipstick away.
“What are you doing?” She stumbles back.
“You don’t need makeup, Madelyn. Or short dresses.”
She bites back. “Fuck off. I can wear whatever I want.”
“You’re giving off the impression of something you’re not.”
“You don’t know me, Kayden.”
“But I know them.”
“Who?”
“The wolves. You’re going to attract the wrong crowd. Like that guy, Cal.”
“What’s wrong with Cal?”
“He’s a fuckboy.”
“So, what?” Her eyes remain hard on mine. “Maybe I’m tired of the good girl act. Maybe, I want to have some fun, too.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Fuck. Is she doing this willingly? Asking to be corrupted?
No. This is not her. She’s trying to convince herself of that, but it’s not that idiot Callum she wants. It’s me.
“Yeah.” Her arms remain pressed into her chest, dragging my attention to that exact spot.
Her small figure, captured in that red dress, is killing me.
My dick twitches in my pants.
I press my fingers to the waistband and pull them down.
“W-what the hell do you think you are doing?” Madelyn’s gaze widens.
I’m in my boxers, and my bulge is proof of how hard I am from her looking at me this way.
“I’m giving you what you want, Little Demon.”
“T-this is not—” She hesitates. “What I want.”
“Oh, but it is.” I don’t let her react, pressing my hand onto her head instead and forcing her to her knees.
She kneels in front of me, not quite understanding what’s happening.
I press my palm onto her hair, keeping her in place despite her continuous attempts to get loose.
“S-stop.”
A smile stretches across my face. “Why?”
She tries to move her head to the side, yet my grip is tighter, and I pull at her hair, forcing her to have her eyes fixed on my clothed-cock.
“You wanted to have fun, be a bad girl. I’m giving you the chance.”
She looks so beautiful on her knees for me.
So breathtaking, I can’t help but imagine her taking all of me in her mouth.
My cock spasms.
Fuck.
“K-Kayden.” She gnaws at her lip. She wants it. She does. She’s denying herself her needs at this point. “What the fuck?”
“Take it,” I demand. “It’s yours.”
I don’t force her head this time, but keep my fist in her hair.
My whole body tenses up.
I want Maddy to pull my cock out of my boxers, tighten her hands around it, take out her tongue, and tease me.
“N-no.”
She wags her arms and tries to fight off my hand on her head.
She said no. She actually refused. Maybe she’s not ready for my cock yet.
I need to take it slow with her.
I release my grip on her and pull up my pants, zipping them up.
She stands up and fixes the skirt of her dress.
“God, why are you such a bully?” she hisses. “Why can’t you leave me alone and let me move on?”
“Move on?” That raises a lot of questions. “Move on from what?”
She hesitates, biting on her bottom lip.
“Move on from what, Madelyn?”
I pin her against the door, my arms locking her between me.
“F-from you.”
“Why would you need to move on from me?” I bring my palm to her face, stroke her cheek with my fingertips, before landing on my thumb on her chin. “Uh, Little Demon?”
This is interesting. Really interesting.
People move on from someone they loved. Someone they cared about, who disappointed them. They don’t move on from their stepbrother. From someone they constantly beg attention from.
Unless…there are feelings involved and things don’t work out.
She bites back her response, reaching for the door behind her.
I place my hand over hers as she attempts to turn the handle.
“Let me go.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I’ll scream.”
A cackle gargles up my throat. “Please, do. Everyone’s waiting to hear how good a time you’re having.”
“You’re such a jerk.” Maddy whimpers. “I can’t talk to you.” She pushes me away.
I’m so deep in my thoughts that I let it get to me, stumbling back.
She takes advantage of that moment to swing the door open and run away.
Slipping through my fingers again.
With the door tilted open, I watch helpless as she blurts out, “change of plans” to that asshole Cal, and drags him up to the second floor to do God knows what.