Page 28 of Maddox: Wild Alaska (Hawke’s Ridge #1)

I've been nervous since leaving Maddox in his brother's office. I have a feeling that if the feds weren't here, he would have been allowed back. It helps knowing that Branson is beside me.

My hands are trembling, so I shove them into my jacket pocket.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready." I swallow hard. "Let's get this over with."

The door opens, and there is Richard. He looks rough sitting behind the desk. Dark circles under his eyes betray his exhaustion. His wrists are handcuffed to the table.

My legs quiver as I sit down across from him. Branson takes the chair beside me.

"I want to talk to Sofie alone," Richard drawls.

"That's not happening," Branson states. "You asked to speak with Sofie. She is here. That's as far as I'm willing to go. Take it or leave it."

Richard reins in his temper before turning to me. His eyes rove over my face. He takes his time appraising me while I sit waiting. I don't want to be the first to speak.

After a few minutes, he sighs. "Thank you for coming to see me, Sofie. It pains me for you to see me in here."

“Did you really kill your sister?"

"You don't believe I did it, do you?" He sits back as best he can with his hands cuffed. "All this time, my dear sister has done everything to get you to walk away from me. And you did in the end. She was never happy. She always wanted to be with me."

My brows pull tight as I hear things I've noticed and only vaguely wondered about. "You loved her. I know you did. She was your sister! How could you?"

"Do you want to know why I lashed out at her?" He winces. "I didn't mean to kill her, though. I couldn't stop once I started."

I stay silent because I honestly have no idea what to say. The man sitting before me is someone I don't know.

"She knew I wanted you back, and she didn't like it. She wanted me all to herself. She threatened to tell you about us."

"What the fuck!" I gasp. "You and Samantha were together?"

"We were never together, Sofie. We fucked.

For a very long time. I thought I could have a normal relationship with you.

Of course, Samantha and I still had sex often.

Jealousy is a bitch, and I killed her for it.

" He smirks, showing no sign of remorse.

“I found her on the fire road after the bastard had let her go. She thought she was saved. Shows what thought did, huh?”

My stomach threatens to revolt. "How long?" I barely hear the question leave my lips, as shock ricochets around me.

"Oh, you want the juicy details." He laughs.

"I'll humor you. I was eighteen. Sam had borrowed one of my sweatshirts.

I went into her room to get it back. I had no idea that I would find my fifteen-year-old sister lying naked on her bed, fingering herself.

" He claps his hands, delighted at his audience.

"She tried to cover herself, but when I offered to help, she relaxed and let big brother take over." He licks his lips, and I feel like throwing up. "She was an impatient little whore the moment I got my hands on her." He laughs. "Oops, I mean once I got my dick inside her. She was delicious."

“Yet you beat her to death. Your lover!"

"Yes, but don't worry. My father will get me out of this. He has before."

My mouth drops open in shock. Branson takes my hand, and I wrap my cold fingers around his, needing him to steady me. This whole thing is a nightmare that came out of left field.

"I can see I've shocked you, but you'll get over it. Once I'm free, we can get married as planned. There's no need to postpone the wedding."

"Over my dead fucking body!" Branson roared, pulling me up from the table.

"Sofie!" Richard begs, rattling his wrists. "Tell him! Tell him we're getting married."

"You're an evil, manipulative man. I didn't like Samantha, but she didn't deserve a brother like you, and she didn't deserve to die. I hope you rot in hell for your sins."

On that note, I leave the room, followed by Branson. In the hallway, he puts his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him. "I never realized how unhinged Richard is," I admit. "What's wrong with me?"

"Sofie, there's nothing wrong with you." He pushes me away slightly but keeps me close. "He's a grown man. He showed you what he wanted you to see. Nothing more. Please tell me you know that."

"I do." I offer him a weak smile. "He's damn creepy. I wanted to hurl in there."

"Yeah, he made my stomach turn, too. I sure as hell wasn't expecting that kind of confession."

“His father won't be able to get him out, will he? That was bullshit, right?"

"Total bullshit. It does make me wonder what he meant when he said his father had gotten him out of trouble before ."

"I caught that."

"So did we," says Agent Adele Sheridan, joining us. "We'll figure it out. I never leave a stone unturned."

I glance up and see Maddox striding toward me. I walk straight into his arms and hold on tight. "Take me home."

The shock of what Richard told me has worn off, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. I'm baffled that I never caught a glimpse of who he really is. I'm really stunned. I'm determined to put it out of my mind. I roll to the side of the bed, put my feet on the floor, and sit for a minute.

Maddox had lain down with me in bed but had obviously left once I fell asleep. He was probably too agitated to nap. Honestly, I didn't think I'd fall asleep either. I did, though. According to my watch, I slept for three hours.

I run my fingers through my hair and pad softly into the bathroom to take care of business.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror and pause. I look sleepy and sexy. A thought tumbles around in my mind. I smile to myself as I strip out of my leggings, shirt, and underwear, and put on a robe. I'm not sure if we're alone in the cabin.

It's quiet as I move into the living space. Maddox is sitting in the leather recliner, facing away from me. I walk toward him and sit on the arm of the chair. His eyes light up when they land on me, and he wraps an arm around my waist. "How are you feeling?

“Furious at the Walker family. There's something wrong with all of them." I let out a puff of air. "Other than being worried about Gabriel and Olivia, though, I'm fine. The nap did me a world of good." I glance around and lean into whisper, "We're alone, hmm?"

A hand slips into my robe and fondles a breast. "Lock the door." His voice is rough as he tweaks a nipple, sending a shudder of pleasure through me.

"Don't move. I have plans." I smirk as I quickly move to the door and lock the others out. I close the blinds, then slowly turn to face him, feeling a rush of excitement.

He looks delicious sitting in the large chair with his legs spread and a mischievous glint in his eye. His dark gaze follows me as I move closer and unfasten the belt at my waist. "Will you undress?"

He chuckles. "Your wish is my command."

"I wasn't quite sure how to get you naked quickly," I admit, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

My mouth goes dry as more of his toned flesh is revealed.

He pauses with his hand on the zipper of his pants.

"Do you want me to take it slow?" he drawls.

I nearly melt into a puddle. I nod, unable to speak.

He holds my gaze, but I look down and watch as he slowly peels his pants down his firm legs.

I bite my lip in anticipation, feeling my heart race and desire pool between my legs.

He kicks his pants away and sits back in the chair, the leather creaks under his weight.

He is gorgeous, and every part of me clenches tight as I watch him fist his long, thick, rock-hard penis sticking up from his lap.

Swallowing hard, I lick my lips and drop the robe.

His hand pauses, and his heated gaze roves over me.

His eyes flick up to meet mine as I step into his space.

I brush my fingers against his cock, noticing the lust in his eyes grow hotter.

I smile softly and lean over him. His gaze drops to my breasts.

"Fuck, Sofie!" he groans. He arches his back and rubs the head of his cock on the underside of my breasts.

His breathing becomes heavy and erratic as I crush my mouth against his.

Our moans of lust are lost in the heat of our kiss. Gasping for breath, I pull away and push his hand away from his penis. I drop to my knees, and in an instant, I have him in my mouth.

"I'm so fucking close," he groans. "The things you do to me."

Smirking to myself, I take him deep. His penis is large, and it doesn't quite fit, but I'm trying my best. With my mouth full, I run my tongue over as much of him as I can reach, feeling him quiver beneath me.

The taste of him has me wet and aching to be filled by him.

Maddox pulls me off with a growl. He stands, lifts me up, and flips me over the back of the sofa.

He thrusts into me with such force that I cry out with pleasure.

"Fuck, Sofie. Are you okay?"

"Don't stop," I beg.

His hands squeeze my hips as he pounds into me relentlessly. There is no finesse. It's raw and so fucking good. Leaning over me, Maddox whispers, "You're mine now," in my ear as his hands slide up my stomach and grab my breasts. I moan in response, feeling completely consumed by him.

The moment he pinches my nipples, my pussy clamps down hard, and I fly into pure bliss.

I convulse around his rigid cock, enjoying the sensation of coming with him inside me.

He loses his momentum and, with one hard thrust, his penis jerks repeatedly, releasing a warm rush of cum deep inside me.

I shudder at the intense feeling, and then warmth wraps around me.

He carries me to the bedroom where we collapse into each other's arms, breathing heavily as we soak in the afterglow.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath. "I felt that in my fucking toes."

I snicker. "I felt that in my pussy. You're dripping out of me."

He smacks my ass. "Your pussy was made for my cock."

"If you say so."

"I do." Five minutes later, he asks, "What were we talking about before you seduced me?"

I grin widely. "I don't want to think about anything other than us for the next hour."

I snuggle closer, swing my leg over his, and rest my head on his chest. His fingers trail lightly up and down my spine. The sensation sends shivers down my back.

"I love you," I whisper. He stops moving. "I know it's soon, but I do." I lift my head to meet his gaze. "I love you."

He brushes my hair back and says, "I've been in love with you since our eyes met at the airport. I knew from that moment that you were mine."

"Sure, of yourself, huh?"

"I wasn't back then. I am now." He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. "I think I can sleep now." As his breathing settles, he whispers, "I love you, Sofie."