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I can’t look away.
I don’t want to.
I have no idea what it is that’s building between us, but it’s potent and inescapable and intoxicating. It makes me take a step toward him before I can think better of it, before I even realize what I’m doing.
Maddoc’s tattooed fingers trail down to my jaw, and he cups it in his large hand, tilting my face up a little.
“You’re not what I expected,” he murmurs. “When you walked into Clancy’s that night, your hair shining like a butterfly’s wings, I had no fucking idea what was under the surface. You’re…”
He trails off, like he’s not quite sure how to end that sentence. Then he suddenly blinks, stiffening and pulling away. He drops his hand and pockets my phone, his movements abrupt and jerky.
“Thank you for the pictures,” he says, his voice turning cool and impassive as he turns away from me. “We’re done here.”
Whatever bubble was surrounding us for a moment pops, and I don’t even bother to answer him, spinning on my heel and making a beeline for the door. I want to be pissed off at his cool dismissal, but I’m too unnerved by whatever it was that just happened between us.
Becausesomethingsure as fuck did.
And no matter how unaffected Maddoc tries to act, he felt it too.
20
RILEY
After holingup in my room for the rest of the day trying to avoid thinking about that moment in Maddoc’s office, hunger finally draws me out of hiding.
Steeling myself for the possibility of running into one of the Reaper men, I make my way down the stairs again. I haven’t seen anyone but Maddoc today, but as soon as I reach the bottom of the steps, I know I’m not alone in the house.
A noise filters down the hall, and my stomach clenches.
This time, the sound coming from Maddoc’s office isn’t the rustling of papers. I know exactly what it is. The low grunts and breathy moans would be impossible to mistake for anything else.
My eyes widen, and my feet carry me toward the noise before I can tell myself to walk the other direction.
The door is open, and I suck in a sharp breath as I peer around the door frame.
Maddoc has a girl bent over the desk, the same one he keeps my phone in, and he’s fucking her hard.
It’s not Payton. It’s no one I recognize at all. Just some random girl, about my age, probably. Her face is pressed sideways into the desk, hands clutching the edge of it as she cries out with every hard thrust.
Jesus. Why the fuck didn’t he bring her up to his room? Why did he leave the door open?
I’m about to back away, but then a deep grunt draws my attention, and I yank my focus away from the girl to find Maddoc’s eyes boring into me. Time stops, my skin flushing hot as all the breath is punched out of my lungs.
I’m caught. Trapped in place and pinned by his gaze.
He doesn’t look away from me, and instead of telling me to get the hell out, he starts fucking her even harder.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!” she cries out, her face contorting with a fierce pleasure. The wrecked, ragged sound of her voice hits something inside me, making heat pool low in my belly, and when she whimpers again, grinding back against his thrusts, I realize he’s just started fingering her ass. Fucking it with two fingers while his other hand holds her down by the back of her neck and his thick cock fills her pussy over and over.
“You like that?” Maddoc growls, and my stomach clenches at the way the question seems meant for me.
“Yes. Fuck, yes! Harder! Ohfuck…”
The girl is the one who answers him, but Maddoc is hardly paying any attention to her anymore. A sheen of sweat covers his skin, his breath growing ragged and harsh and his muscles bunching and flexing as he pounds into her while still staring at me.
“Take it,” he grunts. “Fucking take all of it.”
God, I still don’t know if he’s talking to her or me. There’s something commanding in his voice, like he’s telling me not to look away. Demanding that I watch every thrust, every slap of skin, every movement of his hand as he works her body over like he owns it.
