Page 49 of Cry Madness
And I’ll make damn sure I’m worth the price she paid to say that.
SEVENTEEN
“Only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do—some…don’t ever want to.”
—Cheshire Cat,Alice in Wonderland
Iinvited in the devil—and he doesn’t play fair.
Maddox kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed. He grasps my thighs, his fingers biting into my bare flesh to spread me open as wide as my legs will go. Wide enough to fit the broad breadth of his shoulders comfortably in the space he creates. No one has ever seen me but him. No one has ever touched me but him. Embarrassment may be my first instinct, but desire is a heady drug that has me half-heartedly fighting against his firm but gentle grip.
He gives my inner thigh a playful slap. “Behave, Malice.”
Groaning, I swear my entire face catches fire as Maddox slowly walks his fingers up my thighs. Each shallow breath I take hurts deep inside my chest, and every beat of my heart is apunch against my sternum, anticipating a violent storm raging inside me. And when he traces a single finger along the seam of my pussy, I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut hard enough for white stars to explode behind my lids.
“Open your eyes,” Maddox demands. “I want you looking at me. I want you to see who’s making you feel good.”
My eyelids lift at his command, and I release a trembling exhale as I watch him, feel the slow glide of his finger up to my clit. Relish the hushed groan that whispers from him when he teases me, pressing the tip of that digit inside me—just the tip—then pulls it back out.
“Christ, Malice, of all the things I’ve seen in my life, this is the prettiest of them all.”
The awe in his voice pulls a stray tear from me. It cuts a path down the side of my face to drop into my hair. Again, he slides his finger across my drenched pussy, dipping in past the first knuckle. Drawing out. Driving in deeper the next time, slowly finger-fucking me until my hips lift to meet each tormenting thrust of his hand. Until I’m groping for the pillow at the head of the bed, with my other hand twined in the pink comforter because I need stability. Because with a single finger, Maddox has me wrapped up in his beautiful chaos.
I’m spinning, dizzy, and disoriented—and I love every second despite myself.
Despite a part of me still clinging to the need to protect my heart.
And yet that wall I’d built between us…? It’s rubble at my feet.
My world has been a bleak, monochrome landscape without Maddox. Stripped of the vibrant colors he splashed across my life with his unique brand of chaos. I yearned for his unpredictable nature, with every moment spent with him a thrilling roller coaster.
When he leans over me, his face inches from mine, I’m captivated by his stunningly chiseled features and those striking amber eyes.
His voice is gruff and husky when he asks, “Which is it, Alice, all or nothing?”
I pop up on my elbows with every inch of my body aching for this beautiful man. “All, Maddox. It’s all.”
The tension drains from him, and his smirk is sexy as hell. “Thank fuck. Now relax. I need to kiss you properly.”
“You always were demanding,” I grumble jokingly.
“Sweetheart, if you knew half the things I want to demand of you, you’d run out of here horrified.”
“Bet?”
“Bet.”
“We’ll see,” I murmur as I lie back on the mattress.
I melt into the emotions burning through me when Maddox settles back between my legs. I don’t resist when he moves in close, puts his face right up against my pussy—close enough for his warm breath to tickle me. He lifts my legs, draping them over his shoulders. I glance down once, one time, to see the top of his messy russet hair in the place I only imagined it’d be during long and lonely nights when I’d touch myself and pretend it was him. Now, he’s here, with his hands on my thighs and his tongue…
Oh, God, his tongue.
Maddox licks me from crack to clit, and I swear my soul leaves my body.
A deliciously painful pressure builds, coiling and tightening with each lash of his tongue. With each suck on my clit and plunge of his fingers deep—so deep—inside me. He hooks those fingers, rubbing over that sensitive bundle of nerves that has me slapping my hands over my mouth to keep in my moans.
He holds me captive, suspended in this bliss, where the promise of ecstasy lies just out of reach. All I have to do is grab it…