Page 17 of Stranded
A tightness squeezes at my chest. His words should freak me out. If Preston hadn’t cheated on me, we’d have come here together. Maddox is saying he would have killed him and claimed me anyway. And why the fuck does that turn me on?
He rams into me even harder, burying his face into my neck. “Such a good girl,” he breathes."Even the thought of your touch on another's skin makes me want to paint the world in blood."
Maybe because Preston has never even made me come on his cock, at least not in the last four or five years. And the sex we're having right now beats anything I shared with him over the six years we were together.
Then, without missing a beat, he’s back on me, his mouth claiming mine in a fevered kiss as he pounds into me relentlessly.
My back scrapes against the tree's rough bark as he drives himself deeper, our bodies slick with sweat despite the cold Alaskan air whipping around us.I whimper and moan, feeling totally overcome with desire.
Maddox groans. “Your whimpers as my cock plunges into your cunt are a fucking symphony."
Each thrust pushes a gasp from my lips, the pleasure rippling through me so intense it’s almost painful. The primal rhythm of our bodies is all I can hear and feel. Maddox's hands are everywhere. They're on my hips, gripping my ass, one hand reaching up to squeeze my breast hard enough to elicit a sharp cry.
“Say my name,” he growls in my ear.
And I do. I scream his name, my voice echoing through the woods. Our act is wild and unapologetic, making me feel one with the nature around us.
“You like that, don’t you?” He continues to move within me. “You like feeling my cock inside you. Say it, Ivy.”
I can’t help the moan that spills from my lips as he angles his hips, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Yes, Maddox.”
A sound, half growl, half laugh, rumbles in his chest. “That’s my good girl. You were made for me, Ivy. Only me. Do you feel that? That’s where you belong, on my cock.”
My body reacts instinctively to his possessiveness. “Only you,” I whimper.
“That’s right,” Maddox growls, his grip on my hips tightening. “Such a good girl.”
With a sudden, blinding surge of pleasure, I’m tumbling over the edge again. It’s too soon, too fast, but I can’t stop it. My body convulses violently as another orgasm slams into me. “Maddox!” I scream, my voice ripping through the silence.
Maddox turns feral, pounding into me at a frenzied pace. He groans loudly, his release hot and heavy as he spills deep inside me. Thank God I’m on the pill. It’s hard to believe we just went at it without protection like that. Maddox's fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he rides out his climax. “Fuck, Ivy,” he growls, his voice raw. “You’re a good fucking slut for milking my dick like that.” His words are crude, sending another shudder of pleasure through me.
My body is shaking. The aftershocks of my climax leaving me weak and breathless.
His head drops to my shoulder, his ragged breath hot against my skin. Even his huge, powerful body shudders from the intensity of what we shared.
For a few moments, we stay like that, our bodies entwined. The cool air does little to quench the heat radiating off us. The smell of sex and pine needles and earth fill my senses.
Maddox eventually pulls away, zipping up his pants and pulling my leggings back up. He fixes his balaclava, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m going to punish you later for disobeying me, but right now, I need to get you back to the cabin and return here to clean up this mess.” He glances at the two dead bodies.
Why the hell don’t I feel any remorse?
I don’t know what this place has done to me, but it’s brought forward a darkness I never knew existed deep within my soul. And I can’t deny I want to embrace it. I want to embrace this new part of me and stay wrapped up in Maddox for as long as possible.
MADDOX
The ice-cold winter air can’t stave off the heat. Even as I dig the second hole deep in the ice. It’s taken me an hour to get this far. The earth is hard, and there’s no way I can dig down six feet, but two will have to do.
I found the keys on the guy. They live up higher on the mountain where there’s a group of five or six men hiding up there. All of them are fugitives like me, but I’ve always kept to myself. It means someone might come looking for them, so I need to be vigilant.
The harsh wind howls past me, but I barely notice it because my mind is filled with the memory of Ivy on my cock. I can feel the sweat trickling down my brow, freezing in the icy air as I carve out a space in the frozen ground.
I had intended to make Ivy wait for my dick, but we both got caught up in the moment. The moan of satisfaction that left her lips when I entered her and the way her body shuddered against mine, clawing at me to go deeper... Goddammit, it was fucking perfect. Fucking her against the tree like the wild animal I am, claiming her in the most primal way. The thought makes me rock hard again. I feel a twisted sense of pride, knowing she reveled in my violent act of passion as much as I did. The rawness of this place, the rawness of us, it drives me wild.
She doesn’t belong here. The beautiful, pristine trust-fund princess and a dirty, dark criminal hiding from his past. We’re from two different worlds.
The grating sound of the shovel hitting the ice is rhythmic, almost soothing, starkly contrasting the wild chaos within me. I can’t push away the thought of Ivy or the look on her face as I fucked her. Being inside her was fucking revelatory. The sensation, the heat, and the overwhelming connection was unlike anything I’ve expected. It makes me yearn for her more.
As I pour my energy into the physical task before me, I can’t help but crave the moment when I can return to her, to lose myself in her again and again. I want to role-play again, but this time rape her with cock as she screams at me to stop. The anticipation and hunger are enough to keep me warm in this harsh wilderness.