“I’ll let the sergeant know.” Monica adjusts her crossbody bag and looks at me. “Anything else you want me to look into?”
“No. I know I can’t ask you to keep me in the loop because you aren’t supposed to be talking to me about the case. Although, I would like to know if you do find something.”
“Don’t mention it, Drew. It’s nice to repay the favor every now and then. I’ll see you later.”
She walks away and I stand here, digesting the information Monica just handed me. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. It’s useless though. I have a psychotic killer on the loose, a possible murder suspect in the wings, and fucking Donnie out there doing God knows what.
What the fuck am I going to do?I rub my temples and slouch against the door of Maddie’s room. The idea that Maddie is involved is fucking preposterous. I know I can rule Donnie out. But what about Crystal? Is she crazy enough to have done something like this? The motivation behind the crimes doesn’t make sense. It would make it random killings in her case. And The Mad Hatter is definitely not random. Not a single thing they do is done just because they felt like it. No, they are meticulous, and their reasoning is within the cards.
With a big sigh, I stand up. Enough of this. I need to focus on Maddie right now. Frankly, it’s not my case anymore, and I’m tired. With the decision to let everything go, I walk back into Maddie’s room. The little tease is uncovered and has her legs spread wide.
Goddamn, that wet, pink pussy of hers is swollen and needy. I should be afraid that this is her reaction. She’s not facing the problem at hand. But hell, I’m so enamored with her body, I can’t seem to remember that I need to tread softly with her.
“About time.” She smiles at me, and I walk over to her. I sit on the edge of the bed and start to bring the covers up. She stops me and kicks the covers back down.
“You’re a naughty tease, you know that?”
She giggles for me, and I wink at her.
“Is it wrong of me to want you?” She moves my hand where she wants it, and I feel that bare pussy of hers. Fuck. I haven’t even touched her yet and she’s radiating heat.
“Of course not, angel. But you …” She makes me lose my train of thought as she pushes my fingers into her. Maddie moans and I feel my morals slipping once again.
“Angel.” I want her, but she moves her hips into my hand. There’s no stopping it. “Fuck it.” I growl. Without another moment of hesitation, I shove three fingers deep into her.
“Daddy.” She whimpers and I grab her neck, bringing her lips to mine.
“My angel needs this, doesn’t she?” Her eyes are wild and unfocused while her body milks at my fingers. I dance my tongue around hers, giving her a slow, seductive rhythm to follow. Her eagerness to play with me makes me uncomfortably hard.
“Yes, please.” Oh, that whiny tone does naughty things to me. I chuckle into her mouth as I pull back.
“No.” Maddie grabs for me, but I squeeze the back of her neck, stopping her.
“Don’t be greedy, little angel.”
“Dr—” I kiss her and shove my fingers back and forth inside of her.
She closes her eyes in pleasure as I bring her to the brink of an orgasm. “I believe I told you to call me Daddy.”
“Ah …” I pull my fingers from her and she protests loudly.
“Oh, sweet one. You will have to wait for more. Consider this your punishment for almost calling me Drew.”
“You …” she sputters and I yank her toward me by the neck.
“Yes, angel?”
“You … you can’t stop there.” she’s flustered and can barely form her sentence. I want to take her, make her scream my name, but now isn’t the time for all of this. Maddie needs to heal and work out her emotions from the abuse.
Even if my cock is ready to burst from the need to claim her.
Drew is such a fucking tease.He hasn’t so much as kissed me since earlier. I’m going crazy. Stark raving crazy for him. He’s been attentive to me and keeps me full of food. But that’s not what I want. I crave to feel him deep inside of me.
He’s asleep on the pull-out couch, and I can’t help staring at his chest as it rises then falls. The only thing stopping me from getting up and crawling into the bed with him is the fact I’m The Mad Hatter, and I’m uncertain how he’s going to take the news.
The door opens and my worst nightmare walks into the room. Donnie raises his gun at me so I don’t make a peep. He walks over to the bed and unplugs all the monitors.
“Get up, put these on, and follow me.” He shows me the gun, waving it in my face, and I spot the syringe in his other hand.
