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His hand came to my throat, squeezing the air from my lungs. I opened my mouth instinctively to take a breath, but nothing came. His fingers dig into me, stopping me from breathing. My head started to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen even as my pussy clenched around him.

“You want my cum, my little slut?” I could feel him swelling inside me. His fingers flexed, letting in a tiny amount of air.

“Yes.” I managed to whisper past his hold on my throat.

“Cazzo.”He roared as he came. My scream was silent as I shattered with him. My lungs sucked in huge gulps of air as he removed his hand, prolonging my orgasm. His fingers brushed the bruises I knew were forming there.

This was different too. Different than how he’d touched me before. He would never be gentle; it wasn’t who he was, and I didn’t want him to be. There was still pain because we both craved it. Needed it. But instead of feeling like he was using it to hurt me. Hurt my body. My mind. Using my desire for it to win against me. It felt like we were working together. Connecting.

Somehow it was scarier. Like jumping off a cliff. I was willingly letting myself into his cage, hoping the door would close and he’d never let me out. I didn’t want to go anymore.

I just wanted Maddox.

36

Kincaid

My legs were crossed as I sat naked on the vanity chair, watching Maddox shave as I drank my coffee. My cheeks were flushed, and I couldn’t blame it on the shower I’d just taken.We’dtaken. The blush was courtesy of Maddox and two orgasms.

Morning light streamed through the windows making his damp, dark hair glisten. He’d made me breakfast in bed again before the shower. I don’t think he realized that everything he was doing wasn’t normal. Normal men didn’t bring their girlfriends breakfast in bed every time they slept over. They didn’t buy them expensive gifts or pay their rent. Of course, he wasn’t normal.

“I can’t take you home today,mia amata. I arranged for one of the guards to take you.” My chest tightened. This was the first time he hadn’t been able to drive me since I’d mentioned my feelings about his guards.

“Tristan?” I took a sip of coffee to hide my anxiety. Maddox looked at me with one brow raised.

“No. I heard what you said. You won’t be interacting with him anymore.”

“Sebastian then?” I asked, feeling better. He really was respecting my wishes. Sebastian might look scarier, but I sensed he wouldn’t hurt me. And it would give me the chance to question him about Tessa. I felt like there was something between them.

“No, someone new. Bash has business to take care of today. Get dressed, and I’ll introduce you.”

“Okay.” I stood and crossed to him. I placed a soft kiss on his lips, being careful to avoid the shaving cream.

I went into the walk-in closet and quickly dressed in a pair of leggings and a simple black sweater. They were probably both more expensive than anything I’d ever owned. I didn’t care about the labels. They were soft and comfortable, perfect for a day filled with reading on my new kindle.

I wondered if I should feel apprehensive with how easily I fell into this role. Into being Maddox’s…girlfriend. That word didn’t encompass what we were, but what else was I supposed to call myself? I wasn’t his toy anymore. I wasn’t paid to be here. I choose it. I was his.

I still feared him. Feared what would happen when he decided he didn’t want me anymore. But it wasn’t enough for me to run from him. Not when he gave me so much. Not when I only felt alive when he was near.

I also feared his life. What would happen when I was faced with what he truly was? When I couldn’t live in our bubble anymore?

Maddox called my name and I decided my worries could wait another day. I’d lived my life a day at a time, sometimes an hour at a time when the pain of existence was too much. I would do the same thing now. Only it was to keep this feeling. Keep the little bit of happiness I’d found in the wrong place.

When I walked back out, Maddox was putting on his suit jacket. His biceps bulged under his shirt. A damp curl fell over his forehead, making his blue eyes pop.

“You really are disgustingly handsome.”He laughed as he pulled me to his side and led me out the door and downstairs.

A young guy in a suit stood by the front door. Or maybe he was older, but his shoulder-length blonde hair gave him the impression of youth. He had a kind smile and no visible tattoos.

“This is Henry.” Maddox said.

“Hi, Henry.” I reached out my hand to greet him, but Maddox yanked me back.

“Henry.” His tone was harsh as he addressed him. “This is Kincaid. Do not touch her. I don’t even want you to breathe too close to her. I expect you to get her safely to her apartment. If she even has a scratch on her, you’ll pay with your life.”

“Maddox.” I whisper yelled, but he ignored me.

“Do you understand?”