Chapter 27

With one swift motion, Maddox tears open Alex’s shirt, exposing my breasts and panties, while his lips continue to press against mine, shoving me back into the cold tile wall. His calloused hands cradle my breasts, eliciting a delicious tingling as my nipples respond to his touch.

“Fuck Maddox,” I murmur into his kiss. Tension has been building between us since I broke into their compound. I knew it was only a matter of time before he really let go and gave me what we both wanted.

He eagerly devours my sigh of pleasure, invading my mouth with his tongue. While I greedily reach for his shirt. He might have had me bare and cumming on his hands, but I didn’t get what I really wanted that day in the kitchen. To have him. He lets me tug it over his head and discard it on the floor. I have no clue what he’s currently thinking, but I’m all for it after the morning we’ve had. I need anything I can to distract myself from whatever fresh hell that was .

My hands glide across his sculpted chest, tracing the ink before digging my nails into his exposed flesh. He retaliates, biting into my lip hard enough that he draws blood. Sucking, his eyes are brimming with pleasure as he experiences the flavor of my blood. He’s sick, and I’m just as bad for loving every second of his brutality. But I knew screwing Maddox would be like this. Rough, just like he is, and I’m here for it.

After loosening his belt, he removes his pants then pushes me inside the shower along with him. The warmth hits my back, sending goosebumps scattering. I let the water soak my hair, a red tinge filling the stream that runs down the drain. A shudder runs through me at the sight of it. “Gross.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll put a better memory of this bathroom in your head. One you won’t forget. Ever.” He says it like a threat, and I’m right back in the moment with him. He produces a washcloth, cleaning my blood-stained skin tenderly. The scent of my body wash mixes with the steam filling my nostrils. I try not to think about how creepy it is that this place has my exact choice of body wash as well.

“Turn around,” he instructs, and I wonder why. Is he about to fuck me from behind? I hope so. I do as he says.

His hands rove over my hips, following the curves of my body before he pulls my hair into his hands, squishing out the excess water. It’s such a soft gesture, and I glance over my shoulder, surprised to find him squirting some of my coconut shampoo into his hand, massaging my scalp as he soaps up my hair. I can’t resist groaning in pleasure as he treats me to the best shampoo and condition treatment I’ve ever had. He sticks to the same routine, rinsing out the conditioner once he’s done. It’s shocking to see someone so tough display such tenderness and care while washing me. Maybe he’s not the monster I originally painted him as. At least not with me .

He turns me back to face him, his hungry eyes eating up every inch of my naked body. “Better?” he asks.

I give a small nod and smile. Right when I was about to compliment his exceptional hair-washing skills and suggest he should have become a hairstylist instead of a mobster, he cuts me off, his lips finding their way back to mine.

His rough touch traces over every inch of my body. He grips my ass, lifting me up like I weigh nothing. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, before he presses me against the cold tile wall. As his lips move across my neck, water sprays over both of us, and he gently bites his way down to my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth with so much force I draw in a breath, feeling like I’m going to explode already. This is more what I expected from him.

My hands lace into his hair, and I tug at the ends, matching his intensity. “I kind of remember you. It’s just I didn’t realize it was you. You grew up,” I mutter, needing him to know that kiss meant something to me as well. The boy who took care of me that night was so sweet and kind, he made me feel special. Who knows what would have happened to me that night if he wasn’t there.

He releases my nipple with a pop, his mesmerizing hazel eyes meeting mine with an intensity I didn’t expect. “So did you.” He squeezes my tits as if to say I now have curves. And he’s right. I was tiny back then. Puberty didn’t grace me with these tits until I was in my senior year.

He licks his way back up to my neck where he sucks hard enough, I know it’s going to leave a mark. I cherish the feeling, leaning into every brutal kiss, wanting his mark on me.

His fingers instinctively find their way to my sensitive area, where he moves in slow circles, gradually building up the tension that pulses through my body. “Dripping wet for me, aren’t you, Harley, baby? ”

I rock into him. Wanting him to fill me up with his monster cock. “Maddox, stop toying with me. Fuck me already,” I whimper, not even recognizing my own needy voice.

The corners of his mouth curl upwards into a wicked smile. “You can beg me all you want, baby, but I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

“Asshole,” I snip, but my tone is light and flirty.

His fingers gradually move down, exploring every part of my body. Whenever I expect his fingers to penetrate deep inside me, he bypasses my center. He’s igniting a passionate frenzy within me. I gasp for breath, overcome by the intense anticipation.

He lets out a low chuckle, rumbling deep within. He’s having way too much fun with me. Then, with no warning, he pushes two thick fingers into my core.

I gasp out at the sudden fullness. “Maddox.” His name leaves my lips.

“Take it, Harley baby, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He moves inside of me stretching me more with every deliberate thrust.

“Yes,” I murmur, rocking into him, trying to accommodate his fingers. I want everything he has to give me, and I know I’m going to need the prep; his cock is massive.

He doesn’t wait for me before adding a third. The sound of my arousal coating his fingers is almost embarrassing. I’m so wet for him.

His sinister smirk tells me he’s enjoying himself. “I fucking love stretching your tight little cunt.” His thumb finds my clit, and my body convulses around his fingers, coating them in my juices. But he doesn’t stop. He finger-fucks me until I’m a panting, boneless mess. When he’s good and ready, he pulls them free, my pussy still throbbing from his brutal fingering. I watch as he licks my cum right from his fingers .

“You taste like heaven.” His hazel eyes are so dark with desire it sends a shiver down my spine. This might just be a fucking I don’t survive.

With a swift motion, he lifts me up and impales me on his massive cock. I cry out, the full sensation too much, but it’s everything I was craving. I barely have any time to prepare myself before he moves inside me. His mouth presses against mine once again, his stubble scratching my already chapped jaw. His tongue fills my mouth, directing me in a way that’s overwhelming. He tastes of me, and it’s hot as sin and he knows it. He fucks me greedily, working me into a frenzy that has my whole body trembling and on the verge of tipping over the edge once more.

Like he can sense it, he pulls out and lowers me, helping me turn around. Then he’s back inside of me, thrusting so deep it sends tingles all the way to my toes. I can feel his touch burning me everywhere, and I grip the tile wall, trying to hang on for dear life. He palms my ass, slapping me. “Fuck, Maddox,” I growl.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, baby?” He chuckles, slapping me again.

I have no idea what’s wrong with me, but man, I do. “Yes.”

“Good, you’re going to be able to feel me everywhere when we’re done.”

His filthy words send a tingle through me. “Hmmm, I hope so.”

He pulls out again, his fingers sliding inside of me, coating them in my juices before smearing them over my puckered hole. He presses his thumb to my entrance, teasing me before pushing all the way inside. My pussy clenches, but she doesn’t have to wait long before he’s filling her up again, fucking my pussy while fingering my hole.

His lips come to my ear. “You ready for me to fuck your tight little ass? ”

“Hmm,” I whimper, feeling like I’m in another dimension, pleasure taking over in a way I’ve never felt before.

He lets out a low chuckle. “It’s going to hurt, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Let it,” I tell him, needing to feel whatever it is he has to give me. He wraps his hand around my hair, grasping a fistful, pulling me back to him so our lips meet. Then he slides out of my pussy and lines the head of his cock up with my back entrance.

Oh, fuck. I know it’s going to hurt. It’s been a long fucking time since someone has taken me there, but my body hums with anticipation, wanting it more than ever before. I push my ass back into him. “Fuck me,” I spit out angrily, tears welling in my eyes from his tight grip on my hair.

I feel his smirk. This is him at his best, playing with pain and fucking loving every second of it. There is still some of the monster inside of him. He pushes the tip inside of me, and the burn spreads through me instantly. “You want it? Open up for me, baby,” he threatens. His other hand comes to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it just like he did in the club the night I tried to run from him. As he squeezes, I relax more, letting him push further inside of me. “That’s it.” He applies more pressure with his grip. My eyes roll back in my head. The overwhelming sensation of him cutting off my air supply coupled with his massive cock pushing inside my ass has me hovering in some fucked-up euphoria, so close to falling over the edge. He moves inside of me again, and I let him all the way in.

His hand loses its grip on my throat, and his demanding kiss claims me again. I pant into his lips, needing air. But I need him more. He holds me close as he moves inside of me. Our bodies slap together, echoing through the bathroom, as the pain morphs into indescribable pleasure. He’s everything he promised. A truly fucked-up human, but I’m right there with him, taking everything. Loving it.

My body throbs around him, convulsing as he rips an earth-shattering orgasm from me. “Maddox,” I cry out.

With one last thrust, he shoves me forward into the tile wall as he fills me with his release, then drops his head to mine, inhaling my scent. I smirk back at him. So sweet he could wash my hair tenderly, but so messed up he can fuck me like he hates me.

I take a moment to catch my breath as he rinses off, then shuts off the now cold water. Yeah, I’m going to feel him in every part of me for the next few days.

As I step out of the shower, he passes me a towel. “Why don’t I remember most of the night?” I ask, wrapping the plush fabric around myself, still in an orgasm-induced daze.

His eyes meet mine, and I can see he doesn’t want to tell me whatever it is he knows. My hands fly to my hips, ready to rip into him for keeping more shit from me. “He drugged your drink.”

A sick feeling washes over me. “Who?”

His eyes meet mine, a brutality in them that scares me. He’s fiercely protective of me, surprisingly so. “Geovani.” He mutters his name like it’s acid bubbling out of his mouth.

I blink back at him, confused. I didn’t know him back then. “He was here at that party with you guys? I didn’t see him.”

“You wouldn’t have, but he had his eyes on you.”

I hug my towel a little tighter to my chest, feeling creeped out for sixteen-year-old me who had no idea what she was getting herself into. “How do you know he drugged my drink?” I utter out the words, not sure if I really want the answer. This could all just be lies to get me to side with them .

However, his serious facial expression convinces me of his sincerity. “I saw him. I couldn’t get to you in time before you drank it. That’s why I took care of you. I couldn’t leave you out there with them when you had no idea what was going on.”

Something in the deep torment in his voice as he says the words makes me believe him. I don’t remember Geovani, but I know I didn’t drink that much beer and I was well and truly out of it. I was also sicker than I had ever been the following day. Someone drugging my drink makes more sense. But why the fuck would he have done that?

“Why was he here? Don’t you all hate him?” I throw back at him. He’s awful chatty today, and I want to know as much as he’s willing to tell me while the other two aren’t around.

“Not always.”

“Were you all friends?” I ask, trying to piece it all together.

He glances down at his phone, his expression changing. “The boys are on their way. Better get dressed,” he says instead of answering my question.

“They’re okay.” I breathe a sigh of relief. He said they would be. My eyes fixate on the shirt I have tossed onto the tile floor. It’s covered in blood and had the buttons ripped from it. Not really wearable anymore. I pull the towel a little tighter around my body. I guess I’m wearing a towel for now?

“There are clothes for you in the room down the hall,” he says like he’s just read my thoughts again.

My brow furrows. “Why?”

“So you can get dressed,” he responds, looking at me like I’m simple.

“No. Why would there be clothes in this place for me? And why were my body products and shampoo already in this place? We didn’t know we would come here today.”

“Go get dressed,” he says, exasperated with me, but it’s not my fault I have no idea what’s going on. None of this makes any sense to me. He leaves the room before I can ask any more annoying questions.

I tiptoe down the hallway, pushing open doors going in search of a bedroom. I find three. Not four. Hmm. The first one I try has mostly black or dark gray furnishings. The only clothes in the closet are men’s. A leather jacket, mostly T-shirts and dark jeans, and from the scent I already know it’s Maddox’s room. The next room is larger with a four-poster bed in it very similar to the one I woke up in this morning in Alessandro’s room. I check the double wardrobe and sure enough, one side looks like what Alessandro would wear on an ordinary day. The other has dresses, jeans, and blouses all in my size.

Why am I not surprised he’s expecting me to share a bed with him from now on. Controlling asshole.

I pull out a pair of jeans and off-the-shoulder shirt with a print on the front, then find some underwear and a bra and slip them on, feeling the delicious pain left from Maddox’s rough touch as I shimmy into them. My hair is a tangled mess, and when I find my way into the ensuite, of course there is a replica brush of mine and everything I could possibly need to do my makeup and hair. I fix myself up as quickly as I can. I have no idea how long before the other boys will get here, but I want to check out Ricky’s room before they do.

On the bed a glint of metal shines in the late afternoon sun, and I rush to it, realizing what’s lying there. My knife. The one Geovani gave me and I thought was lost forever in the caves. I slip it in my pocket, wondering if this is Maddox’s way of saying he trusts me now. Or at least he’s pretty sure I won’t murder him in his sleep.

Not seeing any sign of Maddox when I pop my head out into the hallway, I sneak into the last room that has to be Ricky’s. Just like the other boys’, his wardrobe smells of him, and I wonder how often they come to this house if it still holds their scent so well. I feel one of his soft button-up shirts, feeling grateful that he’s on his way. I won’t feel okay again until I actually see him in the flesh.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby doll?” comes his smooth voice from the doorway.

I shove the door closed and run to him, throwing my arms around him dramatically. He winces, and I know he’s hurt, but he pulls me in close, hugging me tightly anyway. Like he needed to feel my body close to his just as much.