“Max? What’s going on?”
“Graham, I’m done. I’m done with him. I’m done with trying to make it right with a murderer.”
Maggie got up, let herself into the cabin, throwing her purse and keys and my things on the counter like she lived here. “Hedidthrow me down the stairs. Hedidhit me… He drugged us both. And I’m so sorry I didn’t listen. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, and that I let the fucking commitment I made to him get in the way of the truth.” Her voice cracked. “But itgets worse.” She crashed down on the couch and plopped her face into both hands. “Uncle Silas and I found the mask.”
“What?”
“I also found a baggie of GHB in the drawer of the liquor cabinet.” Maggie’s hands shook as the realization that she’d cursed a killer crashed into her. Tears broke past her lashes and onto her red, blotchy cheeks—she crumbled. “Graham, he’sgoingto kill me. How could I have been so stupid?”
“Hey… you’re okay. Take a deep breath, princess. I’m not going to let that happen.” I held her chin in my hand and tilted her head up. “Look at me. We’re gonna hide you here until I can take him in. You’re not going home until then. Do you understand?”
Maggie nodded, her entire body vibrating with vulnerability and fear. But in her eyes, I saw the rage underneath it all. I couldn’t blame her. She’d let a serial killer into her bed. Of course that would fuck someone up.
She stared out the window, like a part of her was out there while her body stayed with me. It was snowing again, big flakes cascading down like leaves falling from the trees in peak autumn.
Maggie’s gaze dropped to her hands and she picked at her thumbnail. “I’m done with him. It’s over. Graham, I need you.”
Thank fuck.“I’m right here.”
“No. I needyou.”
She fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.
“Make me forget. Like before. Claim me,” she said, making quick work of my belt. “Please,” she breathed.
I snatched her hands, stopping her from opening my zipper, even though every part of me wanted her to keep going. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
I hadn’t been with her since I’d returned. Not freely. Not without Hunter watching me, directing my every move. So hearing her ask? Yeah, it made a part of me wake the fuck up. The part I thought would never see the light of day again.
Cupping her perfect face in my hand, I lifted her chin so I could see her swirling pools of whiskey and desire gazing back at me—begging for me.
This woman was everything that held me together and everything that tore me apart at the same time.
“Alright,” I said, placing a single gentle kiss on her velvet lips.
She fiddled with my belt, her fingers opening buttons with ease, before she palmed my throbbing bulge under my zipper. It strained behind the metal teeth, and the moment she slid the little metal tab down, releasing the pressure, it flared hard with an agonizing ache for her that never left.
Maggie shoved my pants and briefs down, like she’d never had me before—like she was dying to experience me for the first time. I ached for her too. Because being with her while Hunter watched wasn’t the same as having her on my own terms. Every time I thought of her, my cock would beg, dying to push inside, stretch her, and feel her wrapped around me, wanting me, needing me—only me. It was torture, knowing I couldn’t have her the way I wanted. The way I had her before I fucked everything up between us.
Andfinally, she was mine.
Maggie grabbed me tight and slid her hand along my length—teasing me… begging me.
I crashed my mouth to hers, pulling her sweater over her head in one swift motion, revealing her perfectly soft tits. I thumbed over her nipples, then moved my hands down the curves of her soft skin to her hips, where I hooked my thumbs in and removed her leggings and thong.
Once she stepped out of her panties, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. Her warmth against me made it harder to resist—made the sensation of my blood rushing through my dick unbearable.
I carried her to the bathroom, kissing her neck and rubbing my cock against the needy warmth between her legs with each step.
I left the lights off, but the afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, highlighting parts of her and shading others.
God, she was so beautiful. I loved every freckle. Every stretchmark. Every dimple.
Wrapping my arms tighter around her back, I squeezed the squish of her love handles and felt my dick swell as I melted inside her.
Slowly, I pushed further into her, her pussy giving way… opening for mycock. Her gasps into my ear… that sound… pure unrestrained pleasure releasing from her soul did something to me. It made me feral. Unhinged.
