Page 41 of Belle

I push her short jean-shorts to the side and plunge two fingers inside. “Fuck,” she moans.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl against her lips.

I remove my fingers and she whimpers at the loss of my touch. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that made my chest puff up in pride.

I push myself inside her and her head rolls back against the wall. The house is silent, aside from our short rapid breaths.

“Belle, you in there?” I hear Tiffany’s voice on the other side of the door, pulling me out of the spell I’m under.

“Don’t fucking say anything.” Belle grits her teeth, trying to hold back a moan.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I pant.

“What is going on in there?” Tiffany’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard right now.

“Harder, Maddox.”

Belle’s legs are wrapped around my waist, and I’m bracing one hand on the wall, my other hand travels up her body and I wrap my fingers around her neck.

“Seriously? You guys couldn’t stop to answer the door?” Tiffany makes her way inside.

I watch Belle shoot her a dirty look, but neither one of us stop what we’re doing. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. I’m too close.

I find myself pumping hard and squeezing her neck. Her lips part, and I lean down and pull them between my teeth.

My body shudders when I finally find my release and I feel her body go limp.

“Sure, just carry on.” Tiffany waves her hand in our direction.

“To be fair, you came barging into my house. We were busy.” I shrug, zipping my pants up.

“What do you want, Tiffany?” Belle asks, obviously irritated that she’s here.

“I thought you might wanna know that your mama died tonight.”

My eyes flick in Belle’s direction. I’m not sure how she’s going to play this.

“And?”

“It’s your mama. Don’t you even care?”

“My mom was a low life. She didn’t give a shit about me, or anyone else for that matter. So, no, I don’t care.” She rolls her eyes and picks her shirt up off the floor.

“You’re a real bitch, Belle.”

“Takes one to know one.” She shrugs and saunters off towards the bedroom.

“I don’t know if you think you’re something special, or what. But Belle doesn’t give a shit about anyone but Belle. It would probably do you some good to figure that out.”

I turn to look at her. “And you must be stupid if you think I don’t already know that.” I follow Belle back to the bedroom, listening for Tiffany to finally leave.

“Has she gone?” Belle asks when I come into the room.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t trust her.”

“I don’t either. She’s always trying to get you caught up in something.” She nods in agreement.