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Chapter thirty-four

Colt

W e ate ice cream, and Maddox showed me why this place is a hidden gem. Now we’re standing on the corner, thoughts of railing her senseless fill my head as I stroke my thumb over her hand.

I check the time. “It’s ten–fifteen. Are you ready to go back to my place?” I ask, savoring every moment I get to admire the dangerous woman next to me.

Maddox falls against my chest, nuzzling into the crevice between my shoulder and neck. She nips at me, catching a piece of flesh between her teeth. “I’ve been ready. You’re the one who insisted we couldn’t arrive any earlier than ten-thirty.”

I flash her a mischievous grin. “That’s because, little stalker, the bar closes at ten tonight, and I want to make sure we’re all alone. I need a little redo of the night we met.”

“I thought you enjoyed yourself, enough to come back for seconds, and after tonight, thirds,” she croons.

I cup her neck, bending down to kiss her cheek and whisper, “I promise I’m very satisfied. I want to relive that night, knowing who’s really lurking beneath the mask, dollface.”

I wink at her as I pull away slowly, clasping her hand to escort her across the street. She looks back over her shoulder at the ice cream shop.

“Plus, I enjoy fucking my girl in my bar, knowing there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it.” My possessive outburst earns a snicker from her.

“Did you drive here?” I ask, changing the subject to effectively shift the conversation off me.

“No.” She answers. “My friends did. I told them a while ago they could go home.”

I glance at her sideways as we cross the street, pausing for a moment to process what she just said. “You told them they could go home? Were they spying on us?”

Her cheeks flush bright pink before her confession slips from her mouth, which is more than enough to confirm my suspicions.

“Yes, but only if you were upset and rejected me. They were only here until I knew I didn’t need them.” Her eyes plead with mine, searching for understanding.

“Not because you’re afraid to be alone with me?” I ask, searching for something in her eyes.

Maddox presses her hand against my chest, her fingers fumbling with the string on my hoodie. “I’m not afraid to be alone with you, Colt. You don’t want to hurt me.”

“But you thought I would reject you?” There’s a hint of disappointment in my voice.

Her face falls. “I’m sorry. I thought you might be upset with me. My friends offered to be here if I needed them.”

I pause, looking at her, apologizing for the misunderstanding. “You don’t have to be sorry for protecting your heart. I understand. I shut out HexXdoll, but I’m glad she didn’t give up on my stupid ass.”

“Come on. I’m parked right there,” I nod toward my Mercedes.

Her mouth drops open. “That’s your car?”

I smirk. “That’s my car, darling.”

“Oh my god,” she squeals.

I remote start it, then open the door for her. She slides in, and I lean over to buckle her, enjoying the sweet smell of perfume as I do. “I need to keep my little temptress safe. Something tells me you might be a bad influence on my already horrendous driving habits.”

She giggles, kicking her feet. “I’ll try not to encourage you to misbehave.”

The smirk on her face is dubious. My girl has no intention of behaving herself, and I fucking love it. How lucky am I that she didn’t take no for an answer? I round the car to the driver’s side, shaking my head at my thoughts. Everything worked out. I glance over at the crazy girl sitting in my passenger seat. She’s made for me, and there’s no changing my mind about it.

“Hold on tight, darling,” I growl with a wicked smile as I throw the car in reverse, tearing off into the night going way too fast, propelled by the way Maddox giggles with sheer delight.

Her fingers grip my bicep the entire drive, only letting go when I slam the car into park in the parking garage. I help her out of the car, clasping her by the hand at first, but by the time we reach the sidewalk, my arm is draped over her shoulder protectively, dipping lower until it’s around her waist. We land on the other side of the small side street. Before I unlock the door, I run my hand down her hip and over her ass, releasing her long enough to key in the code.

We step through the door leading into the back of the bar, and the moment it clicks closed I throw her against the wall aggressively. My lips work feverishly,attacking her body. I kiss across the curve of her breasts, over her collarbone, against her neck, and then our tongues are clashing together, dragging in and out of each other’s mouth as we both give in to the simmering tension. Satisfied, I pull away, grabbing Maddox by the elbow, but we don’t get far.

She slams into me, taking me completely by surprise, angling her curves so they fall perfectly against every place I want to touch. Maddox slips her fingers into the strands of my hair, curling her knuckles around them. A feral, guttural moan rushes past my lips, echoing through the empty bar around us.

Her lips brush across my neck, teasing and taunting me until I want more. In the flash of a second, I’m grasping beneath one of her knees, pressing her molten core right against my throbbing cock, rocking us together. Pouncing, I spin on her, dominating the situation, pressing into her body, taking back control, as we tear through the bar like a tornado of passion. We move like this seamlessly in the dark. All the while she whimpers, begging for more, submitting to the pull between us, her body melting into my touch.

At the bottom of the stairs. I scoop her up in my arms, despite her protests, and carry her to the top. We cross the dance floor and pass the seating area, my pace brisk. But I don’t stop until we reach the bar. I’m in a hurry to be inside of her.

I surprise Maddox by gently depositing her onto the surface, my hands find purchase above her knees, gripping roughly as I spread open her thighs. I close the distance, pressing my body flush against hers, my stomach against her pussy. She tosses her head back, a moan escaping her lips. My fingers thread through her ebony strands, tugging gently to expose her neck. I nip and lick from her collarbone, across the soft curve of her neck, and up to her jawline. Lingering just below her ear, I exhale against her skin allowing my breath to tease across it.

“Are you wet for me, dollface?” My body presses harder against her panties as I grind against her. Maddox shivers in response, her body responding to my touch as I run a finger across the drenched wet thin strip of material between us.

“You’re soaked.” I groan, slipping her thong to the side, running my greedy fingers through her wetness, pausing to stroke over her clit a few times before thrusting two fingers into her tight center.

A breathy moan leaks from her lips. “More. More!” she cries, desperate, as my fingers slide out of her, leaving her aching pussy empty and longing to be filled.

“Greedy little temptress,” I growl, nibbling her bottom lip, sucking it between my own before devouring her mouth, and plunging my tongue against hers in a sensual caress.

“Mmmmm,” she whimpers, a prisoner to my touch, obsessed with stealing everything I have to give.

I push away from her, taking a step back. There’s one last thing I need. “Wait here.”

Maddox protests, her voice raspy. “Where are you going?”

“You’ll see. Trust me. Wait here.” I back away, sprinting toward the stairwell.

There’s no elevator to my condo on the second floor, so I take the stairs for a little cardio. I burst through the stairwell door and jog to my unit, throwing it open and slamming it shut behind me. Inside, I move with purpose, focused on where I left what I’m after. I don’t have to look far—on one of the shelving units, the two masks we wore to the masquerade lay carelessly abandoned. I snatch mine up, fasten it around my face in the closet mirror, and retrace my steps—back to Maddox, where she’s waiting, starved for my touch.