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Chapter Twenty-Eight

MADDOX

She’s up to something, I know she is.

“Nothing,” she squeals, standing behind the desk. The light in the room shines through that fucking suit dress Rogan put her in, and it’s driving me crazy. Her hands are behind her back, and her eyes are darting everywhere but me. Her lips roll into her mouth, drawing my gaze to them. The action makes my cock harden as I imagine slamming inside of them and fucking out whatever secrets she’s trying to keep from sharing.

“Pet,” I warn, stepping closer, knowing she’s lying. What was she up to in here? Rogan and Alistair are in the next office, going over what happened in the meeting, but I wanted to check on her, and here she is looking guilty as hell and sexy as fuck. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” I growl.

She swallows, keeping the desk between us, like that will help her, like it will save her from me.

“Come here,” I demand.

She licks her lips and tilts her head in defiance. “Why?”

Oh, this little girl is playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know it. She’s tempting the fucking Beast, prodding him. I step closer, and she swallows again. “Come here, now,” I repeat, my voice lower, slower. If she keeps resisting, I will have to punish her.

The vision of her covered in my handprints with tears in her eyes while my cock slams into her tight little cunt as she begs for forgiveness has my cock pulsing in my pants. Fuck, I reach down and rearrange my hard-on as she watches. Her eyes widen and flick back up to mine.

“Now,” I reiterate. It’s the last time I’ll say it.

She steps around the desk and hesitantly walks toward me. With a defiant purse of her lips, she freezes with her back pressed against the wood, daring me to do whatever I want. Daring me to punish her like I so clearly want to.

“I wasn’t doing anything, Maddox,” she replies, her tone calm, even as her eyes dart to the door behind me. Hearing my name on her lips has my fists clenching, and I ache to hear it again, wanting her to scream it for my brothers to hear, in both pleasure and pain.

“They won’t save you from me now,” I snarl.

Those emerald orbs lock back on me, and for a moment, an insolent smile curves her lips. “Who said I wanted saving?”

“Oh, little pet,” I growl, stepping closer. She licks her lips, her pink tongue drawing my gaze as I stop before her. “So brave, even now. Will you be so brave during?”

“During?” she prompts, and I grin.

“When I fuck you, will you be brave then?” I move closer, pressing my body against hers. Her head tilts back as she holds my gaze. Her throat ripples slightly in a swallow, and the scent of her bodywash drifts to me, wrapping around me and invading my senses. The sensation of her curves pressed against my hardness nearly makes me forget where I was going with this. Almost. “I hope you are, I hope you fight. I hope you aren’t like the others,” I say before I slide my finger down her flushed chest, pausing between the swell of her breasts “Now, you have one chance to tell me what you were up to.”

Her teeth dig into her lip as she waits. The air between us is filled with desire, desire we have both been resisting. Like the night in the gym, when I wanted to fuck her right there against the glass, or in my office, when I wanted to bend her over and fuck all of her tight little holes. She wants it too, I see it in her eyes, which is why a smile forms on those plump lips. A dare. A challenge.

“Make me.”

I want to put her on her knees for trying to keep things from us, so I do. I reach out, and she flinches from the movement, but I’m too fast, too strong. I fist her hair. She cries out, her eyes widening in panic, and I see her pulse pounding in her throat like a fluttering bird’s wings caught in a trap. I push her down to her knees. She resists, but I easily overpower her. She hits the floor with a bang, caught in my grasp. Her sultry gaze rolls up to meet mine, and I see fear and lust swirling in those depths.

“Want to lie to me?” I growl. “Push me? Fine, then I’ll fill that fucking dirty mouth with something else until you can’t lie to me anymore.”

Holding her there with one hand grasping her black locks, I reach down and undo my pants. The flick of the button makes her jump, and the hiss of the zipper has her panting as I reach inside and pull out my hard cock. I stroke it as she watches. Her eyes widen, and she begins to struggle, but the fight only makes me harder. Her eyes drop to my dick again, and the huge length makes her gasp as I force her to watch me fondle it. She knows it will be inside of her and there is nothing she can do to stop me.

“Keep trying to get away, it will only make it that much sweeter when I slam into that dirty little mouth and make you swallow my cum,” I snarl.

“Maddox,” she whispers almost hungrily, but there is fear there too, even as she wiggles against the floor. There’s no doubt her tight little cunt is dripping. Our girl likes it rough, likes the orders and the dark promises.

Narrowing my eyes, I drag her head farther back, until her throat forms one smooth line. “You asked for it, pet, so don’t act all scared now. I see it in your eyes. You want to know what I taste like, what I’ll do to you. If I’ll leave that sweet little cunt empty and wet. I can already smell you.” I draw in a lungful of air. “I smell your need, and it’s so fucking sweet. I bet you’re drenched, even when you give me those big, frightened eyes. You love it, don’t you?” When she doesn’t respond, I get mad. I don’t know why I’m talking so much, I never did before, but with her, I need to. I tighten my hand in her hair, ripping out some of the strands, and she cries out in pain, jerking in my hold.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I prod the head of my cock against her lips, but she rolls them in to stop me. Chest heaving as desire flows through me, I smear my pre-cum all over her lips and chin. “Open up,” I order, pressing my giant cock against her mouth, demanding entrance.

She shakes her head, so I twist her hair, tighter and tighter, until they open with a cry and I shove inside. Rory gags as I pull out and slam back in, forcing her to take my entire length. She grips my trousers and holds on as I fuck her mouth fast and hard without warning, taking her, using her like I do all the others. She’s just another object to unload my desires into. She is just like the others, willing and weak. How disappointing. She’s still at first, as if unsure what to do, but then my girl starts to bob her head, taking me deeper into her tight, hot little mouth. Fuck, maybe I was wrong. Maybe she is different. Can she handle me? Handle those dark desires that frighten everyone else?

“Good,” I groan, dropping my head back. “Just like that. Suck me down like a good little whore. When this is over, I’ll leave you here on your knees with cum running from your lips and your body unsatisfied, just like all the others.”

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