24. Draven

Thirty minutes to maze three

" W hat the fuck do you mean redacted?" I really shouldn't be raising my voice at Chris; he is doing me a favor.

Breathe.

As I take a breath, he continues, "I'll keep digging, other than the brief history I've already provided you with, she was in SoCal hospital for some time—" My back straightens. "A lot of opioids in her system, probably an over—"

"Assume nothing. What else?"

"Let's see…"

I wait, impatience gnaws at me. My phone is wedged between my shoulder and ear, worrying my restless grip might crush it.

"Draven. "

"Hm?"

"Brother, you really need to see this. Holy fuck…"

That doesn't sound good.

"Can I send her medical documentation over to you via secured file?" I hate that he made that request. It unsettles me; why wouldn't he just tell me?

"Sure."

"From what I'm able to see, from the minimal hospital information that's available to me… the amount of broken bones here don't sit right with me." I hear a few clicks on his keyboard. "She was in Van Nuys Behavioral Hospital here in California for a few months, I'll send over that too, but there isn't much—no reason for it, all blocked from public and even our private resource files." Another brief pause before he moves on. "I've seen this before."

"Tell me," I demand, my arms crossing over my chest.

"Typically, we see this type of redactions with military, or politicians, even witness protection. There is no indication that she is any of that, nor her family, but I will need to keep looking." My nostrils flare and I slowly crack each finger between my thumb and palm.

Breathe, just count down or up, or fucking sideways, but find your peace.

These anger issues of mine are feeling out of control, maybe it's because I never find myself in stressful situations I couldn't just ignore. They are flaring like I've never felt, and I fear what may come of it.

I don't need to see much of her to know it's my Max crashing from the doors of the maze. "I'll call you back, send everything." I don't wait for a response, and hang the phone up, slipping it into my pants pocket.

After another breath to level myself, I stalk toward her. She turns to me, and my lips curve upward. I can see the keychain she is holding, and know she did something to Troy to get it.

"Congratulations," I croon. I'm slightly surprised when she grabs hold of my hand and turns it palm side up, slapping Troy's gold into it.

"Hold it for me," she's out of breath. "Keep it safe."

I take it and put it into my pocket, I'll do as she requests. Even if I did lose it, I can afford to pay it back. Shit, I've got more than I need since I live in a trailer and travel with a fucking circus.

Carnival. Whatever.

It's in this moment of looking back at her, that I notice her lips are slightly swollen. I instinctively narrow my eyes. The giggle she produces does not keep me from leaning in toward her.

My nose twitches involuntarily; I would recognize that smell anywhere. When our eyes meet, her playful giggle shifts into a nervous laugh. There's no need to ask or confirm what I already know, but her inching away from me makes me growl.

"Max…" I draw out her name, and she puts her hands up as though in defense.

"Now just… wait a second, ok let me explain!" As she lifts her foot to step back, she's mistaken if she thinks she'll go anywhere other than over my shoulder. Swiftly, and so quickly that she gasps, I slip my arm behind her thighs and hoist her over my shoulder.

"Grim!!" She screams, and she just lessened her punishment, because there are people around and calling out my name would have been the wrong move.

I don't need to sprint; a quickened stride takes us into the depths of the forest within minutes. "Big Guy… hey—come on! I had to do what I had to—"

Before she can finish her sentence, I adjust her position, bouncing her up slightly to knock the breath out of her .

"Don't tell me you kissed Troy for gold! Je te jure Petit Mouton, je vais meurtrir ton petit cul! " I say through an elongated groan.

A whimper comes from her as she swats at my back, "Speak ENGLISH! Or Spanish! For fuck sakes!"

" Te voy… a azotar , Little Sheep, and it's going to hurt." I don't speak very good Spanish, but they say if you can master one, you can the others. I know at least a little to get the point across that I'm going to spank her.

She lets out a gasp as I move her from over my shoulder, holding her up against me so she doesn't hit the ground too hard with her injured foot. I know her ankle is sensitive, and don't want to exacerbate the problem.

The deep shade of red her cheeks are turning, makes my feral need for her heighten, as though the prospect of me spanking her is exciting. My jaw sets and I bring us both down to the ground, her hair between my fingers, forcing her to all fours.

"Draven! Just tell me to—wait!"

Wrapping my arm around her hips, my back turned from her head, I tear down her pants and with a smack that echoes for seconds, I hit her ass. The red mark immediately builds under my hand and heat rises from the impacted area, causing me to grin.

Her scream is ear piercing as it bounces off the trees around us, "Fuck! Oh my G—" I don't allow for her to finish, because I've got my hand back and hitting right in the same spot.

"I am no God, remember?" I muse, my words coming with a throaty laugh. My next smack is not as hard, but it's right in the same place. Her legs kick back as she squirms, and her painful screams turn to that of need .

I shift her slightly forward. "Ah, Petit Mouton, did I just see you gush for me?"

Her words a muddled mess, "W-wait! Don't say that—I—"

Both my hands grab her cheeks and spread her wide. "Look how wet you are just from a few spanks… or was it from kissing Troy?"

I run a hand along her slit. "Who are you wet for?" My middle finger slips between her pussy lips and I drag from her hardened clit straight to her cunt. "Hmm?"

The escalating pants come with a whisper, "You…"

"Who is you?" I pull my finger out and slap her pussy lips.

Her back curves, her legs kicking as she squirms under my hold. "You—Draven!"

"That's right, baby, me." For good measure, I slap her lips once more before dragging two fingers between them and rubbing at her clit. "I make this cunt soaked. Those are my lips. Say you understand."

I can feel her defiance, even if she's moaning out in pure pleasure. Taking her clit between my fingers, I pinch and pull enough to make her scream. "Yes! Fuck, yes! Yours, please Draven—"

"Very good," I croon and tug once again, eliciting a loud moan that I can tell is conflicted. Fuck, this is everything I desire to have until I've taken my last breath. I don't think I will ever get enough of her, and that's terrifyingly beautiful.

"Don't ever give another what is mine," I warn.

As I pull my fingers free, she releases a long breath and inhales sharply. Without allowing her much time to steady her breathing, I lift her to her knees beside me and grasp her throat. Her veiled eyes and parted lips seem to plead for me to lose control with her.

I'm excited to lose myself.

I place my lips against hers but don't apply pressure. "I smell another on you, naughty Little Sheep…"

"I—" she breaths, her arms finally finding movement and coming up over my neck. "I kissed Sasha to distract the Green Goblin." She grips at my hair, and I let out a gruff growl, my cock straining against my pants. "Fuck me, Draven."

My grip around her neck tightens. "Beg better."

Her breathing hitches as she bites her bottom lip, her back arching to press her chest against mine. "Please… I beg of you to fill me—" Her grip on my hair tightens, my hands twitching to grab onto her waist and ravage her. I want to make her scream my name while I make her come all over this cock that's hers.

She is rolling her hips against mine and the warmth between her thighs rubbing against my cock has a throaty growl vibrating in my throat. "Draven, break me, fuck me… s'il te plait ."

"Fuck—" My arm wraps around her waist to lift her, allowing me to tear away her pants. As they come free, I crash our lips together, stifling the hiss of discomfort from being rough around her foot.

Her hands grip my face, but I'm leaning back and lifting her. "Let me feast on my Little Sheep first."

She shrieks, "I-I've been—" My head rests on the hard ground, but as her perfect cunt comes into view, I choose to ignore it. "I'm sweaty! I've been running—no!"

Rolling my eyes, I scoff, "Pfft. As if I give a fuck. Now shut up and sit on my face." I wrap my arms around her legs and pull her down onto my face. As one of her hands takes hold of my hair and the other presses against my chest, I dive in.

I flatten my tongue against her clit and take one slow, agonizing lick. Her throaty moan indicating she forgot all about how she thought I'd care about what is natural. The saltiness added to her sweet arousal just supplements my obsession—I want to taste her after she runs, after the chase.

Grabbing her bundle of nerves between my lips, I suck and shift my face side to side, her hips bucking with each subtle move.

"Oh fuck—fuck—yes!" Her thighs tremble at either side of my face, and that satisfies me. I draw my hands up her hips, never pulling my attention from her pleasure, but exploring her curves. My rough hands graze across her soft, what could be considered, delicate skin. She's anything but that, and as my fingers come across one of several burn scars, my stomach tightens.

Grabbing hold of her around her waist, I take one last stride across her entire slit before lifting her up. A groan of displeasure escapes her. "You'll be riding this cock soon, patience , Petit Mouton. " Licking my lips which is coated with her , I offer a pleased smile. "Undo my belt," I command, and she slowly crawls from my lap and between my legs.

While she's doing as told, there is something I need to know. "The burns," I watch her shoulders tense, "Is whomever gave them to you still alive?"

The flap of my belt comes undone, and she pulls tight to release the latch. "Yes." The muscles in her jaw tightening the moment she releases the word.

My gaze darkens. "Pull out my cock, Max."

Her hands fumble around and before too long, my cock is in her hand, dripping with need. Her fingers grip around the base, slowly moving up and down, from middle to hilt. "Do you want them dead?"

I watch as her chest rises and falls quicker than it had before. " Yes—but—"

"I want you to ride this cock with the anger and hatred you feel, fuck me as if that person's death awaits you at the end of your climax."

I swear the fierceness in her eyes makes me nearly come right then. The look in her eyes, I know all too well, because it's what I see anytime I look in a mirror: Death.

I need to know more.

She crawls up and straddles my hips, and without any hesitation situates the head of my cock at her cunt and slams down onto it. There is no waiting for her to settle into my size, her walls protesting and squeezing me with an insatiable want for relief. That, however, is the last thing Max wants. Her legs lift her, and while I place my hands on her hips, I don't guide her movements.

Between the mix of her moans and the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs, I'm lost in a symphony of sounds I could have on repeat from here, down to Hell itself. She doesn't relent, and when her head tilts up to me, she wears that perfect , irresistible smile.

In a swift movement she's removing her shirt. "Make one yours," she pants, and holy fuck my balls are going to explode. After she thrusts herself down, I'm sitting upright and gripping the roots of her hair. It causes her back to curve, my lips pressing against one of them near her collar, and with force I bite down.

Her cunt clenches around me as she screams, her hands instinctively grabbing the back of my neck. Those sharp nails of hers digging into my skin, just as my teeth are to hers.

"Fuck!" Her cry is a mixture of pain and pleasure, only driven more by her hips rolling against my throbbing cock. I groan as I release her, the taste of metal in my mouth making me lick my lips .

" Seulement le mien, " I whisper against her skin which brings another set of moans. "Give me another."

It's a command, but I don't think I needed to, because she's willing. Her body craves the pain, and I want to give it.

I will be the only one to give it to her, anyone that dares to challenge me will discover just how fucking psychotic I am.

Swiftly, I lift her and turn her back to my chest. Just as I'm about to press into her core, she grabs hold of my thighs and stops me.

She reaches and takes hold of the base of my cock, then moves slightly forward, the tip pressing against that tight fucking ass of hers. "Do not break yourself, Petit Mouton , I need you—"

I could stop her, but the moment she begins lowering down and pushing herself onto me, all cognitive thinking escapes me. A low, feral, groan escapes between my teeth as she strangles my cock. My arm wraps around her waist as her back pierces from the head making its way in.

"Such a good fucking girl," I watch the bumps roll across her shoulders, the small hairs at the nape of her neck stand.

The last thing I need is to hurt her before she goes into Marcella's maze, but the moment the four piercings have entered her, I push her down completely. My lips brush against the curve of her neck, her strangled moans held between closed lips. "Breathe…" I croon, and she releases the breath she had held in her chest. "Now, ride what's yours."

And she does, her hands grip onto my thighs, and she lifts herself up, only to slam back down onto me. Her front is incredible, but her backside was crafted with me in mind. The curve of her waist to hips, her rounded ass smothers my cock and hips, is fucking perfection.

I admire her work for a few strides, her legs shaking as her body settles onto the monster she's taking in, before I lean back against her. The burns across her back are plenty, but I'll take the one next to her shoulder for now.

Dragging her ponytail away, and across her shoulder, I shift my hips upward, making her arch her back. "Spread your legs." She moves as if I'm controlling her every motion, opening wide. I see her toes digging into the dirt as my cock keeps her full. When she's completely spread, my hand comes to her bundle of nerves and slowly moves in a perfect, circular motion. "Look down and watch yourself come all over me."

Her hips begin to roll, my teeth sinking into another burn mark. Instinctively her body tries to pull away from the pain it causes, my arm keeping tight to her waist, those calls of agony turn to rapture. I can feel her clench so tightly around me I'm wondering if she'll take me with her when she leaves.

"Oh, fuck that's it!" Her legs are threatening to close, my body succumbing to her threats of explosion. "Draven—I'm—oh please don't stop, don't stop!"

My arm around her waist lifts her up and slams her back down, each time threatening further assault into her. I'm falling over the edge, and as I feel her stomach tighten under my arm, I slap her clit roughly just before the burst of her climax comes. Moving between strumming her bundle of nerves and patting it, she milks me dry inside her ass.

I'm twitching at how tight she's holding onto me, along with my own feelings of euphoria.

Holy fucking shit. I am ruined.