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Chapter Twenty-Five

MADDOX

Ialmost kissed her!

I smash my fist into the wall before stripping off my shorts and turning the shower to cold. Determined to quench this fire and put it out, I step under the spray. We had the open shower stalls installed so we wouldn’t have to walk back to the apartment after a workout. It’s basically a glorified locker room in here, with two water fountains, a fridge, a small kitchen in the corner for post workout meals or smoothies, four showers, a soaker tub, and a toilet.

Leaning my forearms against the tiles, I rest my head against the shower wall as the cool water runs down my body, doing nothing to ease the lust running through my veins, controlled by that dark-haired vixen. My cock is rock solid, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum, screaming at me to go back out there, put her on her knees, and fuck that tempting mouth. To show her why she shouldn’t keep pushing me.

She walked right in wearing those tight ass leggings, showing off her full, round ass I want to fuck. Her tits were pushed up and tight, her toned stomach bare… Fuck, she looked good enough to eat.

I was there trying to work out these frustrations that have cropped up since she walked into our offices, ones I’m not used to. I hate lust, and I only give in when I have no other choice, but it’s never been like this. So strong, so sudden, as if Ihaveto have Rory. It isn’t just a need, it’s a necessity. I need her cunt like I need my next breath, like I need the feeling of blood on my hands. I need her screams filling my ears, her flesh gripped in my fists, and my cock shoved down her throat. I have to see her body covered in my red marks and dripping for more.

Grunting, I flick the shower on hot, but it’s clearly not helping, so instead I do something I haven’t done since I was a teenager—I fist my own cock. Even then, I only tried it because everyone else was talking about it. I’ve never had such intense feelings. I don’t know what to do with them if I’m being honest. They scare me. Every time I’m around her, it gets worse. I try to avoid her, but it’s pointless when we work together.

Well, she works under me.

Fuck, now I’m just imagining her sprawled out beneath me with clamps on her rosy nipples, chained to one on her clit as I hammer into her sweet, soaking cunt while she screams and fights.

How can one little woman have such a hold on me? She may as well be leading me around by the fucking dick. I hate how weak it makes me, yet I can’t stop. I shouldn’t have touched her in there. I can still feel her soft, warm skin beneath my fingers. Her supple, thick thighs and pert ass… Fuck, I almost felt her pussy.

I could feel the heat and almost smell her arousal. I wanted to bend her over farther, rip off those pants, and slam my fingers inside her. She would be tight as hell, trying to protest, trying to fight her own body’s needs, but in the end, she would come all across my fingers. Then I would make her suck them clean before I smashed her into the mirror and fucked her, filling her with my release before I left her there, limp with cum running down her legs.

Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s her tight little raw cunt wrapped around my cock as I stroke myself faster and faster. My hips roll and grunts leave my lips as I try to drain every inch of this lust from my body.

Images of me fucking her tits has my orgasm building until a gasp makes me turn. My hand stills on my cock as my eyes meet Rory’s shocked gaze. It runs down my frame, stopping at my hand holding my hard length, and she swallows. Fear and desire swirl in her eyes. I eye her body too, stopping at her hard nipples poking through the material of her bra. I imagine them in my mouth before licking down her belly, which I would cover in my cum, to her tightly clenched thighs, which I would rip open to reveal the treasure between. In her hand, held closely at her side, is her open water bottle, and I imagine it’s those tiny fingers wrapped around my cock instead of mine.

“Maddox,” she whispers, her voice heavy with desire. Her eyes are still locked on my hand as I begin to stroke my cock again. Fuck, I speed up, her being here spurring me on. She doesn’t leave, she just stands there watching me, and something about it sends me over the edge. My balls draw up as my release slams through me, almost staggering me as my cock pulses and cum sprays across the floor and my hand.

Her chest heaves, and a moan slips free of those rosy fucking lips. I turn, disgusted with myself for such weakness, for being unable to control it, and wash my cock and hand quickly before flicking off the shower. Grabbing my clothes, I storm past her without even looking into those confused, desire filled orbs that want to send me to my knees.

Which one of us is the predator, and which one is the prey? I sure as shit don’t know anymore.

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