Page 58 of Dove

She was already wrapped in a towel when I backed her into the counter. I caged her in, one hand pressing her ass into the marble as the other threaded through her wet hair and brought her mouth to mine.

I savored her fight as she placed her palms on my chest and tried to gently shove me away. I hadn’t been able to fuck her since the car bomb, and I wasn’t going to wait another minute to get inside my little dove.

“Maddox.” She moaned as I nipped down her neck before sinking my teeth into the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. I felt the bruise I was leaving as her nails dug into my flesh.

“Fuck. You know I love when you say my name.” I groaned before I gave her a matching mark on the other side. She had my marks all along her skin in various stages of healing. Cuts. Bruises. Bites. She was my mosaic. My canvas to destroy.

“You’re not supposed to be out of bed.” She protested again. I could hear the desire in her voice, but it was laced with worry.

I pulled back to look into her wintery gray eyes. They were rounded as if she was pleading with me. A feeling I didn’t recognize tugged at my chest. It was strange. Unfamiliar. But not unwelcome.

No one had ever taken care of me. My mother had been too busy shooting up or spending time with ‘clients,’ so she had enough money for drugs. My father had been focused on raising us to be men that could lead the family. There was no time for love or affection.

But Kincaid’s expression bled with all the things she felt for me. Things she’d never said. It didn’t bother me that I’d told her that I loved her and she hadn’t. It didn’t make a difference if she ever said it because she was mine, regardless.

I couldn’t deny that seeing her like this, worried. Concerned for me. Filled some of the void. A twisted part of me wanted her like this. Wanted her to take care of me. Wanted her to be interested in more than my money. My power. More than how I filled her depraved desires.

I wanted her emotions tangled up in me. I wanted her obsessed. In love. Because women in love were willing to overlook a lot of things. They would reason away the worst of their partners. She wouldn’t care that I killed people if she loved me. I would be the only thing that mattered to her. Just like she was the only thing that mattered to me.

“Please.” She whispered. “You need to rest.”

I smirked at her as I yanked her close to my naked body, letting her feel my aching cock on her soft curves. “I’ll stay in bed if you come sit on my cock.” I chuckled as her mouth dropped open. “Or we can do that.”

“No.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as if she was stopping herself from wanting me. “Doctor’s orders. No strenuous activities.”

“Stopping myself from fucking you is a strenuous activity.” I ripped the towel from her grasp before my hand collared her throat. “I’d rather almost die again than go one more day without feeling your sweet pussy come apart around me.”

I could feel the rapid beat of her pulse under my fingers as her chest brushed mine with her heavy breaths. I could almost smell her arousal. It made me want to drop to my knees and taste her.

“I won’t move a muscle.” My little slut moaned as I bit her lower lip between my teeth. “I’ll just watch you.”

Her pupils dilated with lust. I almost had her when my phone rang in the other room. I rested my forehead briefly against hers before I walked naked to answer it. Whatever break I’d been given to recover had just ended.

“What?” I snapped.

Bash paused as if he was deciding how pissed I really was. “We need you at the warehouse. Leif has a few guys he thinks could be the rat. We’ve kept them on ice all night waiting for you.”

“I’ll be there.” I hung up the phone glancing back at Kincaid, who sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in her towel once again.

“You really need to stay and rest.” She chewed on her bottom lip where my teeth had just been. I wanted to finish what we’d started, but finding the man who’d betrayed me was more important. Keeping her safe was what mattered.

“Can’tmia amata.”I made my way to the closet pulling on an all-black suit. It would make it easier to hide the blood.

“Where are you going?” It was the first time Kincaid had asked about my business. The first time she showed any interest in really becoming a part of my life. Her first step in accepting who I was. I knew she could handle what came with my life. But I wouldn’t put her at risk by telling her too much.

“Bash and Leif think they might have found which of our men has been working with the Gallos.” I opened the panic room and shoved a sheathed knife into the waistband at my low back. “I’m going to talk to them.”

I tried to hide my excitement at questioning our men. If I couldn’t spend the day inside my sweet little dove, torturing people was the next best thing. At least I’d be able to release some of the tension that was building inside me.

I watched Kincaid press her lips together as she turned her back on me. She covered her body with a dress as if she was trying to hide herself from me. Or hide from this conversation. I placed my arms around her and pulled her to my chest again. Her head rested on my shoulder as my hands brushed across her stomach, soothing her frayed nerves.

“You knew this was who I was.” I tried not to show my annoyance in my tone. I didn’t like that she’d turned away from me. She had agreed to stay here. To be mine. This was part of her life now.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” She turned in my hold, bringing her hands to my face. Her soft skin ran through the stubble on my jaw. “Do you really believe what you said to Leif? About me reading people.”

“Yes. It was how you knew I’d never hurt you. You saw what I felt for you even before I knew.” I searched her face waiting for her to tell me what she was seeing now.

She let out a harsh breath. “I think you need to look at Tristan. Something is off about him.”