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I snap.
“Tell me Kyra, do you have the toy inside your pussy right now?”
Silence.
My lips curl at the edges as my brows dip. She does.
“The one which stays inside you until my cock replaces it?” I growl. “Is the bar on your clit teasing you as I did with my tongue?”
“Maddox, stop.”
“Are your nipples hard hearing my voice?” I grip my thickening cock. “Tell me, Kyra.”
“Yes.” Her voice barely audible.
“I’m stroking my cock, imagining that I’m thrusting inside you.”
She lets out a moan.
“Rubbing my thumb over your clit as you arch into it. Oh baby, if only you could see how much my cock is leaking right now.”
More moaning.
“Clench around the toy, baby.” I stroke harder, closing my eyes.
“Maddox.”
“Does my father make you hot like this?” I ground out angrily. “Do you want his mouth on your cunt, Kyra?”
I know she will hate me for this.
“Or do you want my tongue lathing you? The fat head of my cock sliding inside you as you press your small tits up, begging for me to suck them.”
“Stop.” She cries and I almost halter at the pain I hear in her voice.
“Do you want his come dripping from you, creating a child inside you that will be my sibling? Is that what you fucking want, Kyra?”
I hear her sobbing, but I can’t stop. I want this woman, and I need her to understand the implications of what she is about to do.
What she’s about to take from both of us.
“To be my stepmother instead of my lover?”
My wife.
Jesus. I’ve never thought of marriage. Of taking a wife. Of committing to a single soul beyond my brothers. Of loving anyone.
“Maddox, I can’t—”
“Marry Pierce, and you become my enemy.” I warn, strangling my cock with my hand. I might be still aroused but thick hate is flowing through my veins.
“Maddox, please.” Kyra begs.
I don’t speak, waiting for her to come to her senses.
I don’t mean it. She could never be my enemy. I’m just going out of my damn mind.
“I am confused,” she finally says. “You kidnapped me. Took me. That’s wrong. I don’t know...I shouldn’t have felt the way I did.”