Page 26 of Diamonds (Aces Underground #2)

MADDOX

F uck. That was hot.

It had the potential to be cheesy, but the way Alissa moved to the music—or allowed the music to move her —has got me so hard I could cut a fucking diamond.

Mad Maddox has a grip over my heart. And my dick.

Here is this perfect woman, laid out like a motherfucking buffet.

All for me.

All for fucking me.

And I’m taking it.

Taking it all.

Coming back for seconds and thirds.

And dessert.

I throw myself at her, knocking us both back onto her soft bed. I lock my lips to hers, and her tongue swims into my mouth. I grab her tit, squeeze it, pinch her nipple. All while we kiss, kiss, kiss.

She’s so soft, so sweet. Skin the color of porcelain and smooth as velvet. This perfect, perfect woman is all mine, and no other man will ever touch her.

She gropes at my dick, but I gently move her hand away.

Right now, the focus is on her pleasure.

I break our kiss and move to her nipples. Left first, and then right. I switch between the two, kissing, sucking, nipping.

She moans, trails her hand between her legs.

I swat her away. Her orgasms will come from me, and only me, tonight.

I lick between her breasts down her smooth belly, heading straight for her pussy when?—

I take a turn. She lets out a sigh of longing.

Too bad.

She teased me first.

Now I’m returning the favor.

I lick down her inner thighs, and while I’m down there, I smell it. The fruity tang of her pussy. When I finally do taste her, it will be sweeter than any dessert.

I trail my lips all the way down her slender legs to her beautiful feet. I kiss her instep, and then her toes.

“Maddox!” she cries out.

I’ve never been a feet guy, but this feels right.

“Maddox?”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Please.” She gyrates her hips. “My pussy. Please.”

“What about your pussy?”

Her eyes widen. “Eat me out…sir.”

Another jolt of blood straight to my dick at those words.

“Do you really want it? Do you want me to eat your sweet little pussy, make you come over and over again?”

“Yes, Maddox. Yes, I really do.”

“Beg for it, Alissa. Beg for it.”

“Please, sir. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good for you. I’ll suck your dick. I’ll let you fuck me. Just please… Eat my pussy. Make me come.”

Deal.

Fucking deal.

I move up her legs, trailing kisses along the way, until I finally land at the heaven between her legs.

I gently run my tongue up her slit.

She crumbles immediately, almost screaming in ecstasy.

One.

But we’re not even close to done yet.

I slide my tongue inside her, twisting and turning just like the exotic music she played while she stripped down. I rub my stubbly chin along her inner thighs, which makes her moan even more.

Within moments, I’ve pulled another orgasm out.

Two.

She lets out a shriek like a wild animal.

Good. I put a finger in my mouth, suck on it, and glide it into her tight asshole as I return to plunder her pussy.

She gasps at first but doesn’t tell me to stop. I lick around her clit, finally going straight at it.

“Maddox… fuck! ”

Three.

I get to my feet. My chin is covered in her juices, and I trail a finger across it and taste her.

“Delicious. You’re fucking delicious, Alissa.”

“I… I…”

“You what? You want more?”

“I… I love you, Maddox.”

I drop my jaw.

She didn’t. She didn’t say those three little words.

Mad Maddox is tricking me. He’s making me hear things that aren’t there.

Except… That’s not what’s happening.

This woman loves me.

My heart soars, overflows with joy.

And my dick grows even harder.

I lean over her supine body, look right into her eyes. “I love you too, Alissa.”

She widens her eyes. “Really?”

“Of course.”

And I kiss her. Kiss the woman I love. Kiss the woman who will one day be my wife, bear my children. The woman I’ll grow old with.

The woman I will die next to.

In a flash, I unzip my fly, exposing my cock.

And I dive into her.

Fuck the woman I love.

Make love to the only woman I adore.

In and out, in and out.

I’m building to a climax. Alissa’s walls are tightening around me, quavering, as though she’s about to explode as well.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Into the woman I love.

And I’m bursting. A volcanic rush into her.

She lets go too, clamping around me as I release.

Four.

It is only when I lie down next to her that I realize that I’m still fully clothed.

Damn.

I roll off of her. I didn’t do anything like I planned. Didn’t command her to do anything to me.

Because once she told me she loved me, none of that mattered anymore.

My pleasure didn’t matter.

All I cared about was pouring myself into her.

I’m in love.

With this flawless woman.

We lie there for several minutes, gazing into each other’s eyes.

She finally breaks the tension with a light giggle.

I brush her cheek. “What is it?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. I was just… I can’t believe you love me back.”

“How couldn’t I?”

“We’ve known each other for a little over a week.” She wrinkles her nose. “It doesn’t make any sense. People need to know each other for longer than a week to declare their love for each other. It’s not as if we’re a fairytale prince and princess, wed after one kiss.”

I sit up. “Alissa… You’re right. It doesn’t make sense.

But nothing in this world does, when you think about it.

Innocent people die young while evil people make it into old age.

Terrible things happen every day, and there’s nothing that anyone can do about it.

We try to make sense of things, place them in little boxes and pretend that they’ll stay there.

But it’s all nonsense. All of it. Our world is governed by chaos.

” I cup her cheeks. “But if there’s one thing in the world that does make sense, it’s you and me.

Together. I knew it from the moment you walked into my shop. ”

She smiles, her eyes glistening. “Maddox, you’re such a beautiful soul.”

“So are you, baby.”

I kiss her on the lips.

No tongues, no teeth. Just love.

She breaks the kiss and widens her eyes. “Damn it. My dress. It’s going to get wrinkled.”

“You can wear another dress if you’d like.”

She shakes her head. “It has to be that one. It’s… It’s a very meaningful dress to me. I wore it the night of my master’s recital at Northwestern. It was the last time I truly felt like an artist. The last time I truly felt my soul touch the divine… At least, until I met you.”

Warmth floods my cheeks. “Then we’ll steam it.”

“I don’t have a steamer.”

“You have a shower, don’t you?”

She narrows her eyes. “I think you’re aware.”

Right. We fucked in there Sunday night.

I spring off the bed and snatch her pink gown off the floor. I grab a hanger from her coat closet. I take it into Alissa’s bathroom and hang the dress off the rod for the shower curtain. Then I turn the shower on to its hottest setting and shut the door.

Pretty soon the bathroom is steaming up.

Alissa knocks. “Can I come in and grab my makeup? Just want to touch up a few things.”

“Of course.” I open the door.

She walks inside the steamy bathroom but then stops.

Her eyes widen, and her lip trembles.

She’s still for a solid thirty seconds before I finally wave a hand in front of her face.

“Alissa?”

She blinks. “Sorry. Just… I was just thinking about something that happened.”

“Something bad?”

She swallows. “It wasn’t good. An old memory.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Not right now.” She grabs my hand. “I don’t want to ruin this moment between us.”

Alissa now knows most of my history, but I don’t know nearly as much about her past.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen that distant look in her eyes.

Something about this bathroom, the steam… It triggered her.

But I don’t want to pry.

I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, and she declined.

So that’s that.

Alissa takes her makeup out of the bathroom since the mirror is fogged up and closes the door behind her. She has a full-length standing mirror in her bedroom, so she uses that to adjust her makeup. About fifteen minutes later, her dress is as good as new, and she slips back into it.

A shame. I didn’t mind her just walking around naked.

But she still looks fantastic. I can see why she chose this dress.

Once I’ve run a brush through my hair, I offer her my arm.

She takes it.

We descend the staircase of her apartment building.

Tumbling back down the rabbit hole—this time intentionally—and hoping we don’t meet a pit of vipers.