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“Fuck this shit!” he barks, jumping from the bench and storming inside without another word.
I look to Kavanagh, who’s watching him as he disappears from view. When he turns his attention back to me, I shake my head at him.
“Did you get off on that?”
“No. Maybe. Okay, a little, yes. But the man is so easy to rile.” I tut and look away from him. “He needs to understand he can’t just blow up the hierarchy and then turn and walk away, Roxy. The underworld doesn’t work like that. Surely you know this.”
“Oh, right, yeah, sure. So, Rogers’ gets to murder his own father and steal what never belonged to him, kidnap, rape and sell children and it’s fine based on your fucked up rules, but if a man decides he’s done with murdering for a living, done his part to get rid of men that don’t deserve to breath and wants to hand it all over, that’s not okay?”
“I think you need to remember what world you’re now in, Roxy,” he states flatly, his tone hardening with anger at my disrespect of his life, his world.
“And I think you need to remember whose house this is. And based on everything you just said, that would make Maddox your fucking king. Besides, I don’t walk in anyone’s world but my own. So how about you give the man a fucking break and let him deal with whatever shit he needs to deal with first before you remind him of hisduties.” I get up from my seat and walk away before I say anything more.
Maria is in the kitchen as I enter, standing close enough to the door to have heard what I said. She doesn’t need to speak, the smile and glint in her eye says it all.
Pride. Respect. Loyalty.
When I get upstairs, I debate which room to go to just like I did the other night when Zak found me after I heard Noah on the recording. It only takes me a second to decide. Maddox and I have unfinished business, and I know he’s angry and hurting too.
I don’t knock but walk straight in and come face to face with him as he spins round the second I open the door. He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe let alone say anything before he’s got me up against the wall and a hand wrapped around my throat. It’s always there, even when it’s not I feel it. It’s a part of me and who I am with Maddox.
“If I’m the king then you’re my fucking queen,” he grits out, his jaw clenched so tight I swear I hear a crack. His mouth crashes down on mine, and I don’t waste a second before I’m tearing at his t-shirt, trying to rip it from his body, needing to feel his skin on mine. Breaking the kiss, Maddox literally tears his t-shirt I’m wearing off me before doing the same with his own top and shoves his joggers down, releasing his fucking beautiful, hard as granite cock, precum glistening from the tip, which makes my mouth water. Damn I need to taste him. I drop to my knees before he can say anything and wrap my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat. As I come back up, I flatten my tongue till I reach the tip then swipe my tongue right across it.
“Fuck! Your…mouth…” Maddox’s words fall away as I take him all the way to the root, relaxing my jaw and holding him there for a moment before slowly drawing all the way back up. I do it again and each time, I hum low in the back of my throat, sending vibrations rippling over his shaft. His hand fists my hair, and he begins thrusting in and out, harder and faster until he yanks me off him. Still holding my hair, he leans down and kisses me, nipping my bottom lip as he pulls away, then he says, “Turn around. On your hands and knees, Tinks.”
I practically purr as he says it, and when I turn around, I raise my arse in the air and stretch my arms out in front me on the floor, giving him an unobstructed view of all of me. And he growls as he sees how wet I am, and even trails a finger up the inside of my thigh, along my slit and up to my arse. I turn my head to look at him, and I almost come apart as I watch him stroking himself, my saliva shining in the light and the look of hunger in his eyes as he squats, lining himself up.
“Fucking do it, Maddox. Give me everything you’ve got.” My words trigger something in him because he grips my hip hard, then he drives into me with a grunt.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cock will be imprinted inside your sweet little cunt,” he groans, as he thrusts in and out, balls slapping against my clit.
He’s so deep that each thrust hits my cervix turning the pleasure to pain to pleasure again, and I can barely catch my breath. My fingers curl into the carpet, and I feel it burning my knees with the force, but all it does is send me toward release quicker, breaths panting as I feel the tell-tale sign low in my belly.
“Gonna…come…fuck, Maddox,” I manage to stutter out, and with his next thrust, I fall headfirst into an earth-shattering orgasm. Then as the head of his cock swells, rubbing the front wall and hitting my G-spot again, I spiral into a second, feeling everything as he comes inside me.
Pain blooms for a moment as he removes his hands from hips, and it makes me smile because I know I’m going to be walking around with his marks on me later. Clearly seeing the evidence for himself, I hear him curse as he begins to caress the red fingerprints, dropping to his knees behind me.
“Fucking hell, Roxanne, why didn’t you tell me if I was hurting you.”
“Because you weren’t.” I stop his hands, lifting them as I move to face him. It’s awkward as hell, but I get there in the end, although I’m pretty sure I left a wet patch on the carpet. “I like your hands on me, don’t you know that by now?” I tell him, eyes lighting at my words, and reaching up I run a finger down his stubbly jaw and over his bottom lip.
“I like my fucking hands on you too, but not to cause pain. That is reserved for those who deserve it. You certainly fucking don’t.”
I rise so that I’m on my knees and eye level with him. “Pain that comes with pleasure isn’t pain at all, Maddox. It’s the sweetest kind of pain, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t ever feel like you can’t hurt me the way you want to when we fuck. I love it.”
“Careful, Tinks, I might take you again you keep talking like that,” he whispers over my lips, as he leans down and nips along my jaw, his hand trailing down my stomach.
There’s a knock at the door and Mitch’s voice calls out, “Maddox, I need—”
“Don’t come in here,” we both yell, as he pushes the handle down to enter.
“Fuck’s sake,” he curses, before saying, “I’ll wait for you in your office.” The sound of his footsteps fade as he walks away.
When I look back to Maddox, he’s smiling. I slap him as I push up from the floor using his shoulders to keep me steady on my jelly legs.
“It’s not the first time he’s caugh— Hey, what the fuck!” I exclaim as I rub my arse cheek where no doubt there is a nice handprint.
“Don’t need to know. Already heard about it.”
