Page 53 of Madness

He didn’t squeeze, just held me in place. His other hand unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. He smeared blood into my breasts, along my stomach. His touch was light, lingering, making me lean in for more.

“Goddamn.” He rasped as he looked at me. “You’re gorgeous.” His thumb traced my nipple, making me whimper. His hands glided over my skin, my blood easing the path. “Too fucking gorgeous.”

His eyes burned into me. The rage was palpable in the air surrounding him. Sparking from his skin. It was like he was angry that I’d caught his attention. Angry that he wanted me. Like it was my fault.

Harshly his fingers tightened around my neck. A strangled sound escaped my lips as my eyes flew wide and all the air pushed from my lungs. He’d choked me before, but this was different. His intent was different. There was no pleasure. No control. His touch was all fury. He was trying to end my life.

And I let him.

I forced my gaze to him. I stared at his handsome face. His raw intensity. If I was going to die, I wanted to look at him while it happened. Black spots danced in my vision as my lungs ached.

I watched his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths as if he was taking in all the oxygen that was leaving me. His fingers flexed as he shook me. My body jerked in his hold as if I was a doll.

My mind was fuzzy as I smiled at him. I placed my hand gently above his heart. I could feel the rapid beat under my fingertips. Feel the war he was fighting.

Maybe I was more insane than I thought. I should’ve feared him in this moment. Should’ve been fighting for my life. Enraged at him for trying to end it. But all I felt was peace. Peace and sadness, but not for me. I was sad for him. A deep sadness because this was his life. This was all he’d ever known.

“Fuck!” Maddox roared as he dropped his hand.

My lungs filled, making me dizzy as I sucked in ragged breaths. He gripped my hips and placed me on the table. My head went to his shoulder as I regained my composure. My chest burned as my heart pounded back into a normal rhythm. I felt weak but energized from the lack of oxygen.

“I almost killed you.” He whispered. I could feel a slight tremble in his body. A wavering in his voice. “You were going to let me.”

I didn’t say anything. We both knew the truth. But I was surprised it seemed to affect him. I thought this was what he wanted. To see me die. No, not die. Break.

He pushed my shoulder back until I was lying on the table. The wood felt cold against my naked body. I didn’t know what he was doing, and I didn’t care. He’d already stopped himself from the worst. Now it was just more torture. I let myself submit to him. Let him deliver his delicious brand of pleasure.

Maddox knelt before me. Slowly he pulled my panties from my body. The scrape of the lace making me shiver. The stubble of his jaw brushed my inner thigh as his lips skimmed my skin. His tongue licked a path up my body, tasting my dried blood.

I should’ve been grossed out. It should’ve made my stomach turn. But it didn’t, not when he so obviously appreciated every part of me. Even my blood.

“Oh, little dove, your taste…cazzo…I want to lick you clean. It’s the best thing I’ve tasted. Except for your sweet pussy.”

Then he devoured me. His tongue lashed across my clit, making my body jolt at the sharp pleasure. I moaned as he licked every inch of me. His stubble rubbing along my pussy as his tongue plunged in and out of me.

My body tightened as I reached my peak. My vision blurred, and I forgot where I was. I forgot what happened to lead us here. All I felt was Maddox and the ecstasy he was giving me. He gave me pleasure, like he was trying to apologize for what he’d done. Like he needed to erase the memory from my mind.

I was climbing higher, one more lick, one more push, and I would fall over the edge. My knuckles turned white as I dug into the wood table. I sucked in a deep breath, ready to scream with my release, when he pulled back.

I blinked at the sudden change. At the loss of his warmth. I braced on my elbows so I could look at Maddox between my legs. His lips were shiny with my arousal as his blue eyes locked with mine.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me to make you come.”

I swallowed loudly. He’d found a new way to torture me. A new way to try and get what he wanted. I wasn’t going to break.

“No.” I whispered as my head hit the table. He attacked me again. His lips closing around my clit and sucking hard.

My body arched off the table as I moaned. He groaned as he shoved two fingers inside me. I lifted my hips to push against him. Trying to get more friction. Trying to reach the end before he stopped. My body tightened as I grew closer to the edge. I smiled as he kept going. I was right there, so close.

He pulled back again. I bit my lip to stifle a scream. His fingers stayed inside me, unmoving but adding to the pressure that wasn’t allowed to release. My body was taut, tense, vibrating on the edge. I wanted to come. I wanted him to take me there.

“Say it. Say you like the pain, and I’ll give you my cock.” His free hand skimmed up my body. He rolled my nipples between his fingers before tugging painfully. I moaned and pushed into his touch. “That’s what you want. You want me to fuck you. You want me to break this sweet little cunt with my cock. Say it, and I will.”

I had no idea how he always knew what I wanted. But I wouldn’t say it. If I broke, he’d toss me aside. And I desperately wanted to stay. I didn’t know when it had changed, but it did. I wanted to continue to feel alive. And the only time that happened was when I was here. So I refused to break.

“I’ll do this all night. I’ll keep you on the edge until you tell me what I want. I might not kill you, but I will break you.”

I had no time to respond before he was eating me again. I dug my fingers into his thick hair, trying to keep him there. My hips moved against his mouth. I didn’t care how it made me look. I didn’t care if I was desperate. I needed this. I rode his face chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach.