48. Found Us In The Dark
Found Us In The Dark
Something wet and heavy clamped over my mouth, jolting me from an already restless sleep.
My violent gasp was muffled by a hand as I blinked against the darkness of my room.
My heart lurched into my throat at the sight of a shadowy figure looming over me.
The sharp scent of iron hit me next. Blood. So much blood.
My body bucked beneath him, ready to fight, but then I heard him breathe. A slow, ragged sound I knew better than my own. I stilled, sinking into the mattress as he dragged his hand off my mouth and down to my chin, smearing my skin with sticky, thick blood.
“Maddox…”
His black eyes found mine in the dark. I expected to stare into his usual empty, hollow black holes, knowing he’d be lost to his darkness after spending the entire day and night in that cell with Sean. But they weren’t empty. They burned.
The darkness that had always lived within them had caught fire. He looked intoxicated by freedom and violence. And by me.
Blood dripped from his hair onto my face and pillow. My eyes roamed over his blood-streaked face and down to his shirtless, ripped torso that was painted with even more of it. I was searching for a wound, checking this wasn’t his, but in my gut, I knew it wasn’t. It was Sean McKenna’s.
His fingers found my jaw with unbearable slowness, as though he were exploring me in a whole new way. They travelled down my throat and over my chest, decorating me like some kind of satanic ritual.
“I killed him.”
His hand slid over the silk fabric covering my tits, the deep red staining my ivory slip dress and leaving fingerprints as he gently squeezed my breast. My breathing hitched, heat spreading south between my legs.
“I broke him, piece by piece,” he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “Until there was nothing left.”
His hand curled into the delicate fabric and tore it with a soft rip. It fell apart down the middle until it dropped to the mattress at my sides. Maddox’s wild eyes admired my naked body, his hand following their trail over my tits, down my stomach and across my thighs.
A moan slipped past my lips as I fell into a sinkhole of unholy desire. I knew I shouldn’t be so turned on by the sight of him like this. But I was.
Maddox, in that moment, was both man and monster. Sean didn’t own him anymore. The moment he took his last breath, the chains around Maddox’s soul shattered. And he’d come to me. He’d craved me before he’d even processed it.
I sat up, moving onto my knees on the mattress in front of him. He stood straight, his hand still caressing and claiming, needing to touch me to ground himself in something real. Placing my hands on his hips, I searched his face.
Then I leaned in, holding his gaze, and pressed a kiss to his blood-soaked abs.
His lips parted. I dragged my tongue across them.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest. His fingers disappeared into my curls, fisting them at the back of my head as if he were afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t hold on tight.
The taste of Sean’s blood on his inked and scarred skin drove me into a frenzy of need and relief. The bastard was gone. The man who murdered my brother, kidnapped me, and tried to destroy the man I love finally got what he deserved. We’d celebrate his death the way we needed to.
Maddox dropped his head back and closed his eyes, his breathing uneven as I dipped my hand beneath his waistband and wrapped it around his hardening dick. With slow, grounding strokes, I brought him back to me as I continued to lick him clean, sharing in his darkest sins.
The beast inside him snapped, and he yanked me up to his mouth by my hair.
His tongue claimed every inch of my mouth as I moaned into the desperate kiss.
He grabbed a handful of my ass and hoisted me off the bed and into his body.
My legs circled his hips as we became possessed with devouring each other, needing more than we could physically get.
My back slammed against my bedroom wall, caging me between a hard surface and even harder muscles.
With one hand, he ripped his jeans down his thighs, leaving them there as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me.
We both moaned with a painful kind of pleasure, our lips still attached and tongues chasing.
I couldn’t think or even breathe when he drove into me, deeper and deeper, until there was nowhere left to go.
“Fuck…” his voice cracked with desperation as his body trembled against mine. “You are my fuckin’ salvation.”
He drew in a sharp breath as his hand circled my throat, firm enough to lift my chin until our eyes met. His teeth grazed my lower lip, sending a shiver through me that made me clench around his cock. He groaned as if it were nearly the end of him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he husked, dragging himself out of me to the tip and then thrust back in. My eyes fluttered at the pressure on my throat and inside my pussy. “But I’m keepin’ you, anyway. Forever, Little Monster.”
“Maddox,” I moaned, knowing how feral it made him when he heard his name on my lips while he was inside me. “Forever won’t be long enough.”
Whatever restraint he’d been clinging to shattered.
He powered into me with force, harder and faster than he’d ever been before.
And I knew I was a goner. Nothing turned me on more than seeing him completely mindless with desire.
It only took a handful of relentless hip thrusts, his massive dick pounding against that spot inside me before the pleasure crashed over me violently.
A strangled cry tore from my throat as wave after wave of euphoria left me completely undone.
My body trembled in the aftermath, falling limp against him, but he didn’t stop.
He fucked me faster, his animalistic groans and growls echoing inside me, demanding more.
As I came down from the high, he twisted me and bent me over my vanity table like a rag doll.
The cool glass pressed against the side of my face, tits, and stomach as he grabbed my hips and thrust back inside me.
A silent scream forced my mouth to gape and my eyelids to flutter at the new angle. He felt even bigger and deeper as he took me with all the possession I craved.
“You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking it back roughly, forcing my head off the table so I met his dark, dominant gaze in the mirror. “Only you can handle me. Only you, Little Monster.”
“Yes,” I whimpered as the force of ecstasy built again at his words and the way he claimed every inch of my body. I was putty in his hands, at the mercy of his darkness. And I only wanted more. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
He roared, slamming into me so hard I saw stars across my vision. Pain and pleasure had merged into a heady desperation to have all of him, whatever he’d give me. This man knew exactly how to fuck where black and white turned to grey.
“Good girl, you take my dick so well.” He tugged my hair harder, lifting my chest off the table so he could watch my tits bounce with every thrust he made.
“Look at you. Fucking perfect.” His free hand hooked into my mouth; I closed my lips around his fingers and sucked.
His eyes rolled and he moved faster, not long, deep strokes but fast, rapid ones, causing my walls to squeeze around him. “You tryin’ to make me come, Darlin’?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes set my skin alight. I moaned around his fingers.
“I’m comin’ in this fuckin’ pussy tonight. It’s mine,” he panted, holding my gaze in the mirror, daring me to deny him. I didn’t want to. It was his. Every part of me was his. And I wanted nothing more than to have his babies one day. Life was too short to wait.
He removed his fingers from my mouth, giving me the chance to object. I stared at him as the breathless words left my lips, “Fill my pussy, Monster. I need it.”
“Fuck.”
That was his undoing. He reached between my legs and circled my clit in time with his thrusts, sending me tumbling over the edge with him as his cock pulsed inside me.
I crashed down on the vanity table beneath his weight as he rested his forehead on my back, hands gripping my hips and holding himself inside me.
The sound of our heavy breathing dragged us back into the room.
Maddox slowly eased out of me and scooped me up, carrying me into the ensuite.
He turned on the shower, checked the temperature, then walked us beneath it.
I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his neck and my cheek pressed against his chest, as he held me bridal style.
The water cleansed us, and we both watched Sean’s blood disappear down the drain.
Gone. The last evidence of his existence washed away.
Maddox lowered himself to the floor, sitting with his back against the tiles, and I moved to straddle his lap. He closed his eyes as I washed the blood from his hair with shampoo, scraping my nails across his scalp to make him hum in appreciation.
“How do you feel?” I whispered. I neither wanted nor needed to know what had happened in the cell with Sean. All I cared about was Maddox and how it would affect him.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Light.”
I smiled, fighting back the emotions the answer stirred in me.
“Safe,” he added, wrapping his arms around my back and toying with the ends of my hair.
“Loved.”
Oh, no. I thought I’d cried enough tears recently, but apparently not. At least these weren’t from grief but from relief and gratitude.
“Not because I killed him.” He brushed away my happy tears with his thumbs. “But because you accept me. You’ve helped me accept myself. You saved my life, Little Monster.”
“We saved each other.” I grabbed his face and kissed him. We stayed in that shower, kissing slowly and worshipping each other all over again like time was insignificant.
He knew every vulnerability, every scar, and every dark fragment of my soul, and I knew his.
Together, we built a world of our own making, one that, no matter what was thrown our way, we knew wouldn’t break us because we had each other.
Where darkness and light, tragedy and hope, carried the same weight.
They made us who we are.
Not monsters. Humans. People who had walked through their own kind of hell and come out the other side, still reaching for each other.
That’s love in its purest form.
And proof that the greatest love stories aren’t always written in the light. They’re discovered in the dark.