16. Maddison
Maddison
Perched on the edge of the table, my skin buzzing, my heart tries to break free from my ribs. My torn blouse hangs open, my skirt around my hips. Bared and vulnerable. Completely surrounded by killers.
This is the moment.
The one where a sensible person would scramble away. Where I should gather what dignity I have left and run, heels in hand, turning away from the huge red signs that flash danger.
Ash watches me through his lashes, his smile cocky and confident. Like he already knows I’m going to stay. As if my answer is obvious.
That’s what scares me the most.
With wide eyes, I look over my shoulder, turning to Matt. He hasn’t moved, just silently watching me. His expression is calm, as if this is totally normal for him. It probably is. Turns out I know nothing about the doings of gang members.
The table beneath my palms is cold and solid; my fingers curling against the wood as my mind fractures in two.
One side is screaming at me. Begging me to realise how wrong this is. How dangerous. Killing is killing, no matter who the target is. How can he say the words he says without feeling sick? How many people has he killed?
The other side whispers, quieter but stronger. Every cell in my body is vibrating with the words. You already crossed the line the moment you walked in.
My lungs fight for air. Ash’s stare pins me in place, his tongue fidgeting with his canine tooth. My pulse pounds in my ears as I shift my weight, knees pressing against the table. Although I’m crawling away from Ash, it feels more like I’m jumping off a cliff towards him.
Every eye in the room tracks me. I hate that I don’t feel embarrassed.
I hate that I feel bigger and more me than I ever have.
They are the criminals, the murderers, and they can’t take their eyes off me as my hips sway, making my way to the other end of the table.
I feel them on me, watching me as I make my choice.
Matt’s light eyes sparkle with want, and a small smile twists on my lips, shy all of a sudden.
He smiles back, all easy calm and quiet confidence as he leans back against the chair.
And once again, I’m struck by how handsome he is.
How handsome I find him. Because he is too damn handsome.
I’ve never been into older guys before, but when they wear leather and are covered in ink, I suppose my pussy makes an exception.
He doesn’t move as I reach his end of the table.
My breath turns shallow as I wait for him to react.
His eyes meet mine, and for a split second, there’s something so gentle in them.
Soft enough that I want to ask if he’s ever killed someone, because just for a moment, I could almost believe he hasn’t.
But I guess I don’t want to know the answer, because I don’t open my mouth.
His hand rises slowly, palm open, settling at my hip. The grip is steady, reassuring in a way that makes my stomach flip. And I know everyone behind me can see it. How wet I am. How turned on I am.
“You alright?” he asks quietly, his voice a low, rough mumble.
I nod before I can overthink it, my throat thick with appreciation of his question.
That’s when everything changes.
His grip shifts without warning, fingers digging into my hips as he lifts me clean off the table.
The sudden movement knocks the air from my lungs, a sharp gasp tearing from me as my hands scramble for balance.
He turns me before setting me back down, manoeuvring my body like a doll until my ass is positioned directly in front of him, completely exposed.
My spine arches instinctively, feeling exposed from the position... and needy in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Stay,” he murmurs, hands gliding over my ass, squeezing softly.
I lift my head to find Ash watching, his jaw tightening when I meet his gaze. Something dark and satisfied flashes there before his focus shifts back to the room.
“I think we need to discuss the possibility that we might need to call a meeting with him,” Ash begins, addressing his guys.
My brows knit together, stunned that the meeting is actually continuing, until a warm tongue circles my clit from behind. Every thought evaporates. A low, broken sound spills from me as he sucks me into his mouth, before sliding his tongue deep inside me.
“Fuck that,” the huge guy with his hair pulled back into a bun. The first guy who came up to me in this bar. “There is no fucking way we meet at the Harbour after what they did.”
I’m trying to hang onto their words, trying to listen to what’s happening. It’s almost impossible as Matt eats me from behind, like a man starved.
“It’s mutual ground, Griffy baby,” the younger guy, Leon, drawls. He looks different from the rest. My age with a fresh face, a septum piercing and tattoos that are drawn in patchworks instead of skin-to-skin pieces.
Matt slurps me from behind, gripping my thighs in a tight hold as he open-mouth kisses my clit.
My skin is scorching hot and sweat beads on my neck.
Something about the way he licks me, with such need and lust, has me pushing back into him.
Salacious sounds come from where we are joined. Wet and hungry.
Even through my sex-addled haze, I catch the tension crackling across the table between Griff and Leon.
Griff is rigid, jaw clenched, shoulders tight, like he’s holding himself back by sheer force alone.
He looks ready to pounce, violence shimmering just beneath his skin.
Easily twice Leon’s size and built with rock-solid muscle.
Leon, on the other hand, doesn’t flinch. He leans back in his chair, relaxed, a small grin spreading across his face as he meets Griff’s glare head-on. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, provoking. The look in his eyes dares Griff to pounce, even though that would be a death warrant.
But my eyes flutter shut, the tension I noticed fading away as soft lips suck me into a warm mouth, fingers digging in painfully over my hips.
Rough wood kisses my cheek as I fall against the table, shivering with lust as he ruins me from behind. “I’m gonna...” I mumble to no one and everyone. My body feels as if live wires have been embedded under my skin. “I’m gonna... I need to...”
My eyes flutter open, finding Ash watching me again.
“I think our little angel needs to come, Matty,” he hums. Matt groans against my pussy in agreement, and I moan at the feeling.
“I guess that’s too fucking bad,” Ash growls, his voice changing in a split second.
“She doesn’t get to. Not until I say so. ”
My mouth parts and I let out a pathetic groan when Matt pulls away, right before I fall apart.
“No,” I gasp, pushing my core back towards him, trying to find the friction I so desperately need. “Please... K-keep going!”
A gravelly laugh sounds against my core, the feeling making tremble with ferocious need, but he doesn’t return to where I need him. Instead, I feel his warm tongue explore higher, up to my back hole. He paints small circles around it while my orgasm slowly floats away in the wind.
My hazy eyes narrow on Ash. I need to come. Need the release. And he knows it.
The unfamiliar feeling of Matt working his tongue into my ass steals my attention though, my mouth parting in a gasp as he works it inside of me.
It feels... so damn good. Heat floods my body in a rush, sharp and dizzying, my thighs trembling as my brain struggles to catch up with what I’m feeling.
My hands fist as I give into the feeling, small whines echoing in the small room.
“He knows not to start anything in mutual territory. It’ll mean a goddamn war with every criminal focusing their guns in his direction.
He won’t risk it,” Ash continues, his words chilling me to the bone.
Not enough to douse the heat Matt is causing, though.
“Wanna deliver the message for me, Kaleb?” Ash’s grin is pure depraved wickedness written on his face.
The twin, Kaleb’s, face shows the first sign of life since I’ve met him. The smallest curve to his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. He looks deadly. Death personified. “Yes,” is all he mutters, low and soft.
Matt moves back to my clit, sucking me roughly, his stubble rubbing against the backs of my thighs.
My hands scrabble blindly for something to hold on to, finding nothing as broken sounds spill from me, my voice dissolving into needy moans.
Using the grip on my legs, he rocks me against his face, devouring me in a way I never thought possible.
In seconds he brings me to the brink again, pulling away before I can tumble off the cliff.
Toying with me.
A helpless whine leaves me, my skin heating a million degrees. Ash chuckles, obviously delighted in my pain.
“Hands and knees in front of me, Angel,” he mutters.
I glare at him, part of me wanting to tell him to get lost, but a part of me... a much bigger part, needs this. On shaky hands and knees, I make my way to him, stopping when my face is inches away from his.
He looks hungry. Hungry for me. A predator looking at a meal, slowly licking his pillowy lips. When he smiles, those dimples crease, completely at odds with the man they are on.
Lifting his hand, he runs a knuckle down the side of my face. So slowly he moves, staring into my eyes the entire time. I couldn’t look away if you paid me, losing myself in those churning blue eyes. With a finger under my chin, he turns my face to the man to his left.
“Do you remember, Griff, baby?”
My eyes fall on the gigantic man. Muscles on muscles, a rough beard and dark hair that’s tied tightly into a bun. His brown eyes bore back into mine, none of the leering, taunting man that he was on that first day. He looks like he could crush a tree with his bare hands.
I nod, turning back to Ash, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. My core is throbbing. Aching. Nerves dance in my stomach.
“I want to watch him fuck the shit out of you,” he adds, simply, nodding to him over my shoulder.