33. Madeline
Madeline
I watched as some of the most powerful and feared men in the world kneeled before me, vowing to respect, honor, and protect me.
They kissed my hands. Their wives kissed my cheeks. Vince’s brothers kissed the inside of my wrists.
And all of them cut themselves, spilling blood on my dress.
Each family member did the exact same thing, then they stood to the side.
The large hall was beautifully decorated. Everything was perfectly placed and thought out, even the low music.
Though, the bed on the raised platform behind me was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
Especially when Vince was the last to stand in front of me.
The lights noticeably dimmed as he took his jacket off, followed by his shirt.
My blood rushed as he stepped forward, bringing the knife to the front of my dress.
I focused on the warmth of his fingers as he pulled the dress slightly away from me, before the knife sliced through the fabric.
With each rip, it left me more vulnerable. Until I stood completely naked in front of him. No way to cover myself. No way to hide.
Placing the knife in his palm, he sliced his hand open. While repeating the oath.
He looked hypnotized, drunk on possession, as he smeared a bloody circle in the center of my chest over my heart.
Claiming me as his.
Marking me with the blood of a crow.
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, slowly looking me up and down. As he undid his belt.
Suddenly, all I felt were the eyes of his family. Knowing his brothers were somewhere in this hall. I stared at his tattooed chest, fighting myself to not look around the room.
He held my waist, moving me back to the bed. Where was Damius? How close was he?
As Vince laid me down on the bed, spreading my legs around him. Suddenly, I could feel everyone watching us.
Just as I looked away, he grabbed my chin. “Eyes on me.” Considering he wrapped my hand around the end of the knife; he had my attention.
He placed the knife on his chest, over his heart. Covering my hand with his, he pushed the blade in. Slowly, he helped me guide the cut across his heart. Deep enough to leave a scar. Shallow enough to heal on its own.
Instead of being repulsed by his blood, I couldn’t look away.
He took the knife from me, kissing the back of my hand. The cold blade against my palm. My heart raced faster as he looked at me, slowly slicing my palm.
Gently, he kissed my knuckles before placing my bloody hand over the cut on his heart. And I couldn’t look away.
Not even as he sliced my other hand. Or his own.
All I could focus on was the warmth of his skin, the feeling of his heart beating under my hand. He laid my arm above my head.
I felt the cold blade at my chest, in the center of the bloody circle he had smeared earlier.
My breathing suddenly became sharper as the blade pierced my skin. It hurt. But it wasn’t painful, just like the feeling of the satin sheets against my fresh tattoo. It seemed to just feed this sudden need I had for him.
That drunken look of possession in his eyes, as he placed his bloody hand on my chest, covering my cut.
He slowly lowered over me, holding my hand above my head. “You look so fucking good as mine.” He kissed me, silencing the moan from my mouth as he took me with no warning.
“They can watch me fuck you. They don’t get to hear you.” He bites my bottom lip.
I wasn’t even sure how he managed it, but my focus was only on him. His hand moved to my hip. Holding me down as he fucked me hard and so fucking slow.
“Let them see how perfect my wife is.” He kissed just below my ear. “And how fucking good you take your husband's dick.”
He took my hand from his chest. Locking both my wrists above my head.
He wanted everyone to see.
So I didn’t attempt to cover myself. Even when he let go of my wrists.
I arched my back, meeting his deep slow thrusts, making me tighten.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” I couldn’t stop the moan, and his eyes widened threateningly. “Just two more minutes. You can keep quiet for me, can’t you?”
I weakly nodded, clenching my teeth, and holding my mouth closed. But I needed more, and every sharp thrust was driving me closer
He slowed his pace. “See that? The room is getting darker.” I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Nearly there. You’re doing so good.” I couldn’t stop the moan; his whole body went tight. I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, but his pace got harder and faster.
I couldn’t stop myself. Not if he was going to fuck me like that. His mouth covered mine, silencing me.
He was right, the room was getting darker.
Suddenly, it was pitch black.
I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see anything.
He pulled out, flipping me over.
The blood rushing in my ears, suddenly deafening.
His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back to him.
“Are your eyes open, my love?” his voice so low and deep as he spoke in my ear.
“Yes,”
“Look straight ahead. Do you see that red light?”
I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yes.”
“When it is green, we’re alone.” His fingers brushed my hair forward. “I’m going to rub your clit, and you’re not to moan until it goes green.” He licked along my neck. “You can do that for me. Show me how good my wife is, how well she listens.”
He had barely touched me, and I was melting back against his chest. I didn’t even care that my back was sensitive because of the tattoo. The pain adding to the pleasure.
Seconds. I was so close within seconds.
“That’s it,” his hand went to my throat, “Now, I’m putting my dick back where it belongs.” I felt him between my legs. “Be quiet for me.”
As he pushed into me, stretching me. I wasn’t quiet, the moan so loud, it was near a scream as his hand covered my mouth, tasting our blood.
Everything was more intense.
“You’re doing so good,” he pulled and slowly pushing back in to me while rubbing me. “Your cumming aren’t you,” He groaned in my ear, “I can feel you baby, you’re strangling my dick.”
Squeezing his arm as I finished.
The red light flashed green.
“Finally,” he bit my shoulder, “let's put your pretty ass in the air, so I can really fuck my wife.” his hand ran over my breast. “You like the sound of that?”
“Yes,”
His deep low groan in my ear, “Be good for me, okay? It’s going to be rough, but you can take it, can’t you?”
Breathless and lightheaded as I bent over. I felt physically weak.
Fucking me so hard, I couldn’t think, just pushing back against him. Every hard sharp thrust driving me closer to finishing again.
“That’s it, let me hear you,”
My arms shook as I tried to hold myself up. Only to keep falling. Finally, I gave up. Falling into the mattress while he held my hips up.
“I can fill this pretty pussy up with cum, can’t I?”
“Yes, please.”
“Such good fucking manners.” His fingers dug into my hips. “ Fuck ,” his pace slowing as he finished in me.
I collapsed onto the bed as he pulled out. Relaxed. For the first time in months, my heart wasn’t racing out of fear.
A wave of exhaustion rushed through me.
I felt him get off the bed. The lights slowly turned on. I hoped he hadn’t lied earlier about the room being empty. A wave of fear went through me.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
What if they were all still here? What if Damius had stayed?
My heart is racing quicker. Just like that, I was rigid with fear, all relaxation and exhaustion gone.
Something soft and warm covered me.
“You did so well,” his thumb traced my cheek, “I’m so fucking proud of you.” He gently pushed my hair back from my face.
Keeping my eyes shut. I could feel the tears coming.
“Can I carry you to the room?”
“Are they… are they still here?” I bite my lip, holding the tears back.
“No, my sweetheart,”
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see him kneeling beside the bed. Warm tears rushing down my face.
“Did I hurt you?” he wiped the tears away, looking physically sick.
For him to hurt me, I would have to feel something. “No.”
He pulled the blanket over my shoulder. “Can I, um, please carry you to the room?”
His slight frown, the concern in his eyes. I could see he needed to touch me. His panic growing as he stared at me.
He was blurry for a moment until I blinked. “Okay.”
Carefully, he wrapped the blanket around me, lifting me from the bed.
It was considered an honor to be at the Crows Estate on their private island. Only opened to outsiders when they hosted a wedding.
But the thought of now being locked in one of the guest houses for five days. Really made me nervous.