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Maddox

Ileaned against the doorway, watching my little dove in her library. She sat on the bench seat by the window. Her back to the wall, and her smooth legs stretched out before her. She looked gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt dress, and her white blonde hair pulled up.

I knew from Henry that she spent most of her days in here reading. She had a few other hobbies that kept her busy, but this was her favorite. Now that I was providing for her, she didn’t need to work. She could spend her time only doing things that made her happy. I had taken away her everyday worries. It made my chest ache to know she trusted me enough to give me that kind of control over her life.

It had been a disappointing night of torturing my own men looking for the rat in our house. I knew Kincaid thought it was Tristan, but he wasn’t just a part of the family. He was blood. I couldn’t see him betraying us. And with certain rules in place, I couldn’t torture him for answers. But I wouldn’t let her concerns go unanswered. I was having him followed.

So far, I found no answer from that or the torture. The frustration had built to the point that I was afraid I’d kill one of the men. It wouldn’t help family loyalty if I killed without cause. I’d left them to Bash and Leif so I could come home to my little dove. I needed a safer outlet for my rage.

I watched as Kincaid’s cheeks started to flush slightly. She fidgeted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as she crossed her legs. She licked her lips as she turned the page in her book.

Cazzo!

My cock got hard behind my zipper, knowing what she was reading. Knowing if I touched her that, her pussy would be wet for me. I knew when my little slut was turned on. And right now, she was begging to be fucked.

“Did you used to touch yourself while reading at night?” I asked without moving towards her.

Kincaid’s hand flew to her chest, and she jumped as she turned to face me. “Shit. You scared me.”

My dick throbbed as her chest rose and fell, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her dress. “Did you?”

“Sometimes.” Her blush deepened as she flicked her gaze away from me and closed her book. I smiled as I shut the door behind me and flicked the lock. My gaze penetrated her as I entered the room. Instead of going to her, I sat in an armchair across the library where I had a direct view but wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and grab her.

“Show me.” Her wintery eyes widened at my request. But I could see the curiosity behind them. She’d never done this before. Touched herself in front of someone. “Lift your dress up and take your panties off. Let me watch as you touch that beautiful pussy.”

She glanced around the room like she expected someone to come in and save her. But there was no saving her anymore.

Kincaid bit her lip as she reached under her dress. Obsession beat in my veins. Pumped my blood. Knowing she complied to my demands. That she was mine to order. Mine to ruin.

She lifted her hips and slid her black lace panties down her thighs. She dropped them on the floor before pulling her dress up to her waist, baring herself to me.

My cock jumped, pressing harshly against my zipper as I looked at her. Like I expected, her pretty cunt was already dripping wet from whatever she’d been reading. I’d buy her a million more books if she was like this every time she read one. My view was perfect as she spread her legs wide. I groaned as she slowly brought her hands down her body.

I rubbed my cock through my pants, trying to relieve the ache as I watched two fingers flick across her clit. She arched and moaned but never took her eyes off me as she played with herself. Kincaid rocked her hips as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

I wanted to drop to my knees and worship her right there. I wanted to bury my face between her legs until she screamed my name. Until she came on my tongue, and I swallowed her sweet flavor.

“Come.” I commanded. Her body arched and stilled as I watched her pussy clench around nothing. She moaned as her orgasm took her.

The heat built under my skin, making my body tighten. My fists clenched at my side as I tried not to run over and bury myself inside her. The demon in me still wanted to play. Kincaid whimpered as her hands finally stilled. “Taste yourself.”

“What?” She squeaked as she sat up straighter. Her legs still spread, but she wasn’t tilted back, giving me the obscene view as before.

“Put those fingers in your mouth so you can see how good you taste.” I continued to stroke through my pants, trying to relieve my aching cock. She hesitated as she swallowed loudly as if she was nervous. My gaze tracked her movement as she slowly brought her hand to her pink lips closing around her glistening digits.

She sighed as she licked them clean. Fuck. I should’ve done that. But the idea of pushing her past her boundaries made fire burn in my veins. I loved the nervous expression on her face. The way she was so responsive as she caved to my depraved desires.

“Strip.” I grunted as my hands moved back to the armrests. I wasn’t going to blow my load without her. My balls tingled with the need. Too turned on by her obedience.

Kincaid stood and whipped her dress over her head, just as eager to come as I was. She reached around and snapped off her bra, dropping both to join her panties on the floor. Her porcelain skin glowed in the moonlight streaming through the windows. She took one step towards me when my harsh voice halted her. “Crawl to me like a good little slut.”

“Take off your clothes first.” Her voice was breathy even as her eyes burned with defiance.

There had been a time when I would’ve denied her request. She was the only woman who ever saw me naked. I didn’t need to be to get off. But my little dove could have whatever piece of me she wanted.

I stood from the chair, wasting no time as I undid the buttons of my shirt and tossed it aside. I kicked off my shoes and socks. My belt and pants following quickly. I hadn’t bothered with underwear this morning.