Page 47 of Cry Madness
“Yes.”
I put a knee on the edge of the bed. “Yes, what, Alice?”
“Yes, I hoped you’d come, Maddox.”
I climb on the bed and use my body to force her back down on the mattress. “Nothing will ever keep me away from you, not even you.”
I brace myself on one arm and lean my face closer to hers, but when she reaches out to pull my mask up, I pull away, ripping a delightful little groan from her.
“Maddox, please…”
“I made a promise, remember?”
“What?” She looks adorably confused. “Promise?” Her frustration is charming when I turn my head to evade her grab for my mask. “Jesus, Maddox, just kiss me already!”
“Oh, sweetheart, I intend to.” I press my forehead to hers. Nuzzle her nose with mine. Brush her lips through the balaclava. “Kiss me,” I demand.
For a moment, she hesitates, and then she does as commanded. The sassy little wench licks the mask. In answer, I grind my hard cock against the juncture of her thighs, pulling a whimper from her. She rocks her hips up to meet mine, and it takes all my control not to shove myself deep inside her.
“Satisfied?” she asks.
I huff out a laugh. “Not even close.”
Her frown is adorable. “What more do you want?” She slams her arms against the mattress as I ease myself off the foot of the bed. “Where are you going? Why are you being so—oh, my God, Maddox! What are you doing?”
Smirking behind the balaclava, I grab her ankles. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“I don’t know, how about being a pain in my ass?” she retorts.
“I’d love to be something in your ass,” I fire back, loving how I can see her deep blush even through the dim light of the moon streaming in through the French doors. I yank her to the edge and drawl, “Think real hard, Malice, and I’m sure a smart woman like you can figure out where I intend to kiss you.”
“No, Maddox, stop! Oh, God,” she groans, struggling to yank her T-shirt down because when I spread her legs, I discover Alice was true to her word—she’s not wearing pants.
Or panties.
She gasps and tries to close her legs when I lean in close, but I’m bigger and stronger and not above being a bully when the occasion calls for it. I grip her thighs and hold her open, marveling at the lovely sight of her, and when she attempts to block my view with her hands, I knock them away.
“Stop,” I snap. “I want to look at you.”
She slaps her hands over her face. “Please, I’m so embarrassed.”
“You’re perfect, Alice,” I tell her. “The loveliest woman I’ve ever seen. No one on this whole earth is more beautiful than you.” And it’s not like we never had sex before. It’s just been a minute since we were together. I rip off my mask and toss it away. “Now, stop being ridiculous and let me give you the kiss I owe you.”
Alice lowers her hands. “What are you talking about?”
I give her an exaggerated pout. “Wow, really? I can’t believe you forgot already.”
She props herself up on her elbows to shoot daggers at me. “Stop teasing. I don’t like it.”
Oh, I haven’t begun to tease her.
“Fine,” I say with a dramatic sigh. “At Folly House, I promised to kiss you.”
I give her a second to think, to remember, and when she does, her jaw goes slack, and she shakes her head. The wily woman tries to squirm away. “No, absolutely not.”
What a predicament she’s in, because I still have her by the ankles. She’s not going anywhere. “I’m a villain right down to the nasty bits and pieces, yes?”
“Yes,” she squeaks, and I bite back my laughter.