Chapter Thirty-One
Rosalie
This is fucked.
I shouldn’t be thinking about doing this.
But I don’t stop myself as I slide the lock pick onto my balcony table. I stare at it, anticipation swirling in my stomach as I close my robe over my chest.
Roman disclosed something very important and private about his friend, and here I am, encouraging it because I thought it was hot. I’m ashamed to admit it, but the whole act seemed…intriguing.
None of my past relationships have ever been into anything crazy. Not that I’m in a relationship with Maddox or anything, but damn! Can’t a woman live a little? Well, this is my way of living.
The lock pick is my consent to this being done to me. Anyway, Maddox wants it. I’m a blank canvas, and it’s exciting as I close and lock my doors.
I shed my robe before sliding into bed and waiting.
As the time ticks by, I grow increasingly more concerned that he isn’t going to show.
Once an hour passes, my eyes grow heavy, and the moon pokes out of the clouds just beyond my balcony doors.
Disappointment tugs at me as I shift around and pull the blanket up to my shoulders.
“It’s stupid anyway,” I grumble as sleep pulls me under.
Something clicks in the distance, but my mind is hazed with fog. I’m in the space between sleep and awake, where I could easily just ignore my surroundings and drift off. But when the unmistakable sound of my balcony door creaking open reaches me, I shoot up in bed.
I squint into the darkness shrouding my room, the red glow of Maddox’s mask serving as the only light as he stands in the open doorway. His chest heaves with his breath as he holds the lock pick in one hand and a syringe in the other.
Wait. Why does he have that?
The clear liquid in the vial makes my pulse pound in my neck as blood rushes past my ears. Alarms blare in my head at the danger, and my fight or flight kicks in as I flip over and scurry across the bed. I’ve just reached the edge when boots stomp in my direction.
My heart revs when a gloved hand closes around my ankle, and I’m dragged back down the bed until my feet hit the floor and a wide chest covers my back.
I open my mouth to scream, only to choke when he shoves two gloved fingers past my lips.
The invasion is too much, and I can feel the cool plastic of his mask on the side of my face.
“Don’t scream, Songbird,” Maddox growls lowly in my ear, causing me to shudder. “I loved the little present you left for me. I didn’t have to break your door handle as I had planned. Can I take my fingers out of your mouth without you screaming for help?”
I nod, tears dotting my lashes.
“You’re going to be my good girl, okay?” He coos as he eases his digits from between my lips. A trail of saliva connects to me, and I suck in a breath.
“What are you going to do to me?” My whisper is shaky, my voice portraying my slight fear.
He rests his forehead on my temple. “I’m going to make you feel so good…”
His words soothe just as much as they heighten the terror in me. It’s such a torrent of emotions I’ve never felt before, sweeping over me and making my judgment cloudy and weak.
He’s in control.
And I want him to be.
“Okay…” I say quietly, closing my eyes as he turns into me. His mask bumps against me, but it’s as if I can feel his breath on my pulse point, teasing.
“I’m going to tell you how this works,” he says roughly. “I have Midazolam. Do you know what that is?”
I shake my head.
“It’s a sedative. It’s going to make you drowsy.”
Somnophilia. He wants me to be asleep.
Heat flames in my stomach as my thighs rub together. I’m already soaked with the interaction, and he’s talking me through it. It’s still scary, but I’m not as hesitant as I was before. He knows what he’s doing.
“Okay,” I whimper.
“Shhh,” he coos as he lifts the syringe into my field of vision.
My heart pounds harder at the liquid sloshing around in the vial, but there’s something else mixed with it—need.
My core is achy, and I’m wanton as he presses me into the mattress.
“I’ve done my research. Your insulin pump won’t be affected, and I’ll use your glucose monitor to keep track of your blood sugar. ”
That’s…nice.
Despite it all, he took the time to look into everything. It’s sickly sweet despite our state, and my body melts a little beneath his. “It’s on the bedside table.”
He chuckles, the sound dark and depraved. “I know, Songbird. I know everything.”
Somehow, I don’t doubt that. Maddox has always been acutely aware of his surroundings. He’s probably the first person who pieced together that I have diabetes. It wouldn’t surprise me.
“Take a deep breath for me,” he instructs as he moves my hair away from my neck.
I suck in, filling my lungs with air as there’s a sharp prick on my bicep. It stings a little, and he massages the site as my limbs turn to jello and my eyes begin to droop.
“Let me see that pretty face,” he growls softly before backing off of me and flipping me around.
He lays me gently on the bed, towering over me as the edges of my vision begin to blur.
The red of his mask stares down at me, and serves as the only thing I can focus on with my climbing serenity.
“Oh, that’s beautiful.” He croons. “Look at how vulnerable you are, Songbird. I could do anything to you.”
I don’t know what overcomes me. The space between languid obedience and want blurs as I reach a weak hand out to him. “Make me feel good…” My words slur a little, and Maddox goes still.
There’s a beat of silence that seems to stretch.
It could also extend thanks to the drug spreading through my limbs and making me sink.
Whatever it is, it makes Maddox raise his mask, exposing his lips.
The top half of his face is still covered, but I can see the plushness of his mouth and the sharpness of his jaw as he leans down.
His lips crash over mine, hungry and possessive. My eyes flutter as I gasp into his kiss. He takes the opening, sweeping his tongue over mine in a slow, sensual movement as if he’s savoring me. My eyes close as his taste, a hint of mint, champagne, and all Maddox, mingles with my own.
My lips move lazily against his as something explodes in me.
In my groggy state, the tingles are still present, electrifying me everywhere he touches.
He matches my rhythm, not overpowering me in the slightest. Our kiss is mind-melting and extraordinary in its own way.
It’s different from kissing Roman, but just as pleasing and consuming.
He’s gentler with me, one hand palming my side as the other bunches up the end of my nightie. He wedges between my thighs, and I spread them wide to accommodate him.
When he pulls away, I’m a panting mess, but I can’t do anything about my arousal. My arms are heavy, and sleep beckons me softly as I feel his breath against my neck. He places heated kisses on my flesh, nipping and sucking at my skin as I moan.
“You’re so sweet like this…” Maddox trails in a rasp. “Will you let me taste you?”
I nod, but it’s slow. “Please.”
“Hmm,” he hums against the base of my throat as his hand slides to my chest. He moves my nightie aside, letting the air hit my bare breasts before he slides down and closes his mouth around one stiffened peak. My lips part, the air rushing from me as he teases my nipple with his tongue.
I’ve never done this before, but I think Maddox is ruining me. The mix of sleep and desire battles each other, fighting for my attention as he takes me to new heights.
He pops free of me, leaving a spit trail over my taut flesh. His gloved thumb smears it across my areola, mesmerized by the glistening bud. “Fuck, that looks so pretty. I like leaving marks on you.”
Confidence has come to me over the years, slowly building with every new obstacle I faced. I’ve never been extremely bold in the bedroom, but with the way Maddox is looking at me, it makes something spark in my chest. “My thighs…”
His head tilts. “Is that where you want me to mark, Songbird?”
I nod, biting my bottom lip.
He moves down the bed, nudging his big shoulders between my thighs as his arms wrap around my legs.
He grabs the sides of my panties, bunching them up until they press lewdly against my pussy.
He nips at my inner thigh, making pain lance me as he sucks on the afflicted spot.
I can faintly register the red welts he leaves in the darkness, but there’s a lingering heat with every pass of his teeth.
It’s primal and branding, and I can’t help the soft sounds that crest my lips. He’s driving me insane, and he knows it.
“Are you wet for me?” He asks, staring down at my folds.
He doesn’t wait for a response as his head dips, and he eats me through my panties.
My mouth falls open, a mewl building in my throat as my muscles relax into the bed.
There’s undeniable heat building to a scalding temperature in me, and I want to undulate my hips, but I can’t move.
I’m at his mercy as the sloppy sounds of his mouth on me fill my room.
At the first brush of his tongue over my clit, I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut as stars dance in my vision. There’s release, and it only seems to drag out as I lie helpless beneath Maddox.
He hums against me in approval before taking off one of his gloves and using a thick digit to drag down my soaked folds. He plunges one finger into me, taking my breath away as my walls clench him.
“Maddox,” I whisper in a prayer.
“I know, pretty girl. Let me see you fall apart again.” He commands.
“I-I can’t…” I shake my head sluggishly, my second climax rising alarmingly fast. I won’t be able to stop it, no matter how desperately I try. Sensory overload grips me, and I can only whimper pitifully as he slams me into bliss.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as my orgasm shreds me to pieces. His possession is hot and claiming, and it only adds to the fire that explodes within me.