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Chapter twenty-eight

Maddox

C olt releases me in the living room. The gleam in his eyes is dangerous, almost predatory. I shiver, either from his gaze or the cold, wet clothes clinging to my body—probably a combination of both. He notices instantly, because with him, nothing I do goes unnoticed. I’m fully aware of the way he watches me, like if he blinks, I might disappear. He lifts my sweatshirt with ease, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground.

My nipples are peaked and sensitive. When he runs his thumbs over each one, dropping his gaze to watch, a part of the wall I put up earlier crumbles. The sensation alone is breathtaking. I struggle to maintain my composure, fighting to keep my hands at my side, but all I can think about is his hard, muscular body pressed against mine. He cups my breasts, continuing to tease my nipples until I can’t fight myself anymore.

The zipper of his jacket is cold between my fingers as I slide it open to reveal he’s wearing a perfectly dry T-shirt beneath it. He flashes me that cocky smile, like he knew he was wearing a waterproof jacket.

“Oh, that’s fucking cute. So I’m standing here soaked and you’re not?” I ask him, but it’s rhetorical, because we both know the answer to my question is yes.

He licks his lips as his eyes do the hot-as-sin move, looking me over with a stare so intense my pussy clenches in response.

“I don’t fucking think so.” I grab him by the waistband of his pants, slipping my fingers beneath the band while smashing my cold, wet body against him. Water droplets drip freely from me, accomplishing exactly what I hoped to.

He looks down at me with intensity, holding my attention. His finger and thumb lightly grip my chin as he replies through clenched teeth, “You shouldn’t have done that, gorgeous.”

Colt releases my chin, then whips his shirt off his body before I can blink. His hands clasp my shoulders and he pushes me down. I land on the coffee table with a splash. He reaches for my face, cradling it for a moment. “Show me how sorry you are—for getting my shirt wet, and telling me to leave when we both know those pretty little lips of yours were fucking lying.”

It’s a good thing my pants are soaked because the things he’s saying are turning me on. His hand slides back into the wet, tangled strands of my hair, gripping it firmly between his fingers. There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s pulling. We watch each other like this until I reach for him. My finger travels across his sleek stomach to trace the hard ridges of his muscles, exploring the dangerous V running down to what I shamefully want.

A rumbling growl erupts from his chest. My forearm is resting directly against his hard length. It’s throbbing against me. A horribly wicked idea pops into my head and I’m moving quickly before he can stop me. My lips skim over his soft skin right at his waistband, and he groans, his grip on my hair tightening, as I trail more kisses over his skin, teasing him some more before slowly unclasping his pants, dragging the act out as torture.

“God, you’re fucking perfect. I’m obsessed with you, Maddox, and you know you want me to,” he rasps.

Why does he have to be so right? I’ve had my doubts—and I’ll admit, the confession freaked me out. I don’t know if I can fall in love with a mafia man. Hearing him say he’s obsessed with me? That’s all the encouragement I need to slide his pants down to his knees and free his cock. He looks down at his enormous erection, waiting for me to touch him.

I take my time admiring his cock with a bead of precum glistening on his head. My fingers phantom drag over his length as he presses against my hand, seeking my touch. I grip him firmly, tugging a few times before parting my lips. He moans as my mouth encircles his head, and my tongue flicks over the drop of cum. Sucking him in deeper, I swirl my tongue around his head until he’s thrusting down my throat, using the handful of hair to hold me in place while he fucks my mouth. I swallow every drop like it’s my last.

“Such a good girl. You look stunning with your mouth wrapped around my dick.”

I move my tongue over his head in approval. I like to be praised, and he clearly remembered.

“You suck my dick so good.” He stills in my mouth, fighting off his release.

Colt pulls out from between my lips, and I suck him hard until he pops free.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he says roughly. “How would you like it if I did that to you?”

I smile up at him, licking his cum from around my lips. “I wouldn’t be ungrateful.”

He shakes his head, smirking. “Darling, if you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll have no choice but to treat you like one.”

“Three words, Daddy: go-for-it.” I quirk my brow at him in a challenge.

“You can’t handle it. Look at you. I haven’t even touched you, and I bet you’re soaked for me,” he growls.

“I’m soaked because I’m wearing wet pants.” I shrug, leaning back on the heels of my hands, my breasts are on full display for him. “Ruin me, Colt.”

“Why should I? If I recall, you wanted me to leave earlier.” His eyes drop to my chest.

He’s playing to win tonight. It’s more than I can handle. If he asks me to beg for it, I probably will. Perhaps I can learn to love a mafia man if it means I get my happily ever after. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pissed he disappeared for two months, but I guess I need to remember he doesn’t know who I really am. It’s not like he could just pop in the chat and tell me. He had no other way of contacting me. Or maybe that’s what he wants me to believe. A big bad mafia man like him must have a way to find a girl’s number if he really wanted to.

“Or don’t. I guess you already got what you wanted. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”

“Darling, that’s not fair. You’re fighting dirty,” he rasps.

“And you aren’t?” I ask.

“Lay down,” he commands.

Lay down? I look at him like he’s speaking a different language. He grabs me beneath my knees, spinning me on the table. I lay back, gasping as he strips my wet pants from my body, peeling them down my legs. Goosebumps pebble my skin as he spreads my thighs open and kneels between them on the ground.

Fuck.

He dives in. Licking, sucking, playing as I writhe on the table, back arching, crying out with pleasure. He works me to the edge repeatedly until my legs tremble around his face. Pinning me in place, Colt draws out each lick against my clit, taking his sweet time. Right when I think he’s going to pull back and deny my orgasm again, he flicks across me, increasing his rhythm and momentum until I snap. My release drips out as he moans into my pussy, lapping me up, drawing out my orgasm until the end. He sits back, satisfied for a split second, before flipping me over the coffee table, bending me at the waist.

It happens so fast, I barely have time to react before his dick is pressing against my entrance. He slaps my ass, a sharp sting making me jolt.

“Be a good girl, Maddox, and show me you can take this dick,” he demands, thrusting into me in one hard stroke.

I gasp, my pussy clenching around him, enjoying the way he’s stretching me out. His cock is thick and hard as he slams into me, driving deeper with each punishing thrust. It feels like I’m floating outside of my body. Every single one of my nerves is tingling with pleasure. I haven’t stopped coming around him, but he wants more.

Colt’s body presses against my back and his hand reaches around us to rub my clit while his dick continues its assault on my pussy, threatening to split me in half. When he thrusts into me, I roll my hips into him, taking more of his throbbing dick. I want more. I roll my hips again, setting a more aggressive pace. He’s going to come soon, and I’m greedy. I’ve been imagining fucking him every time I use my toy. I work him deeper until he’s all the way inside of me. He’s thrusting his full length in and out, picking up speed as my body betrays me. I come first, drenching us both.

“Oh my god,” he groans, pumping his hips, and filling me with his cum.

He pulls out, running two fingers through our combined release as he does. I watch him through slitted eyes, my chest heaving and falling as I come down from my orgasmic high. Colt leans between my thighs, supporting himself with one hand as he hovers over me, then smears his cum across my chest, down my torso, and to my pubic bone. I try my best to hide my amusement. He wrote his name, C-O-L-T, on my body. I already know, but I ask him anyway, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, just marking my territory.”

Guilt floods me. I’ve slept with him twice, and I’m not any closer to admitting what I’ve done. There’s a tiny part of me that isn’t ready to confess, and I don’t want to upstage him. He basically escaped the mafia’s custody to be with me. The least I can do is give him his glory moment. As soon as the time is right, I’ll tell him… but not tonight.