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Delaney

I can’t sleep. I am riddled with anxiety after sending that text. Logan damn near caught me using his phone, but I got everything deleted, then set his phone on the table. No one saw. I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. Talon doesn’t deserve to have anything taken from him. I might not know the full story, but I do know that setting him up to be arrested and then shot by the police is fucking awful. They’re supposed to be family.

Although, family doesn’t seem to mean much these days. Mine gave me away to a psychopath and hasn’t made an effort to reach out since then unless it pertains to the business merger.

When we got home from dinner, Logan said I could read and went to sleep. I was so shocked that I wasted hours just sitting here with the book in my hand while I think about Talon. I hope that whatever he was up to, he didn’t get caught. I want the satisfaction of knowing that Logan lost, but I’m afraid he will just go after him harder next time. Logan wants Talon dead so bad, it’s all they fucking talked about while we ate.

Giving up on my attempt to quiet my mind so I can read, I shut off my bedside lamp and lie down. The house is so quiet and it’s unsettling. It’s only weird because usually, I would get beat to and then violently fucked until I was bloody for fucking up the way I did. All I had to do was suck a dick, and they weren’t even violent. I am anticipating him to come at me at any second. I know I should at least try to get away from him, but he has enough money that he’ll find me and make my life a worse hell than it already is.

Just as I am about to drift off to sleep, I feel the blanket get pulled off me. I snap my eyes open and a hand slaps across my mouth before I can scream. It’s so fucking dark, so it’s hard to make out a face. They lean in and I can feel their hot breath on my face. I feel around on the side table to flip the light on, and I freeze.

“Are you going to come with me, Little Flower, or should I rip you out by the roots?” he asks quietly, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“I c-can’t,” I whisper back when he takes his hand off my mouth. Clearly, he doesn’t give a shit about my answer because he simply grabs my hands and pulls me up. I don’t fight him because he’s not hurting me. I am also not fully convinced that I’m awake. I am still groggy when he picks me up to cradle me in his arms before carrying me out of the room. He doesn’t stop until we are outside and sets me on my feet.

“Get in,” he commands harshly, opening the back door of an SUV.

“Uhm… You can’t just steal me in the middle of the night.”

“I can and I did. Get in,” he grits.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

I gasp and my eyes widen when he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the vehicle. “Because I fucking said so, Little Flower. Get in the fucking truck.”

“Okay,” I whisper. He releases me and I go to get in. I glance back at the house and see that Logan is standing at the front bay window. He has his arms crossed over his chest and he looks angry. Tears roll down my cheeks when I make eye contact with him, and it’s not because I’m technically being kidnapped. It’s because he doesn’t give a fuck. He knows that his stepbrother is dangerous and is mad at him, but he doesn’t care.

I slide in and Talon gets in with me. I look at the door handle and I contemplate running, but his voice in my ear stops me. “If you run, I’ll have to chase you down, Little Flower. Want to find out what I’ll do to you when I catch you?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Then be a good girl and keep your fucking hands away from the door.” The two men in the front are paying attention to us, but they aren’t interfering.

“Home?” the driver asks.

“Mhmm,” Talon remarks as we pull out of the driveway. He is watching me look out of the window; I can feel his gaze burning into me.

“What’s your name?” the passenger asks.

“Delaney,” I whisper, looking down at my hands instead of the window.

“Well, I am Rogue. He’s Viper,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Is it though?” I ask, looking up at him. Rogue grins at me and it relaxes me a bit.

“Rogue,” Talon growls.

“Relax, boss. I’d rather fuck a barbed wire fence than come between you and your woman,” Rogue remarks, studying my reaction. “She’s an emo little thing, though.”

“Something on your mind, Laney?” Talon asks me simply.

“Uhm…”

“Spit it out.”

“I just don’t understand what’s happening,” I finally say.

“What’s happening is that you are coming home with me. In the morning, you and I are going to get married,” he says seriously. I snap my head to him and his expression is unreadable.

“You’re joking,” I deadpan.

“Do I look like the type of man who jokes?” he asks simply.

“No,” I admit.

“You’re mine now, Delaney,” he says as he gently grabs the back of my neck and pulls me over closer. “Forever.”

He shocks me by pressing his lips to mine for a kiss. I unwillingly melt on the spot and relax. He and the others laugh when he pulls away. “Why?” I ask.

“Why did you warn me?”

“I didn’t think you deserved to die because they are trash,” I say.

“Die?” Viper asks.

“Yeah,” I say slowly.

“Has he fucked you recently?” Talon demands as he pushes me back to lie on the seat.

“Uh… No. He hasn’t touched me like that in almost two weeks.” I reply, confused when he pulls my panties off, leaving me in just Logan’s shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting my property. Now, explain.”

I watch this man grip onto my ass and bury his face between my thighs. “Oh, Dear God,” I gasp when his tongue flicks across my clit. “Uhm… They were going to have y-you arrested and… and… fuck, I can’t think.” I hold onto the seat.

“Keep going.” As he speaks the words, his breathing crashes against my pussy, wrinkling my eyebrows with sweet torture. I’ve never wanted anything so bad. His gaze meets mine before diving back into my pussy. I press my palms to my forehead and take a deep breath and try to focus. Instead of thinking, I just word vomit before I lose focus again.

“They were getting some cops to arrest you. They were going to shoot you and say you had a weapon… FUCK!” I moan and bite my bottom lip. It feels so good. “So… so they could take the shares of the company… Your mom has life insurance on you… And uh… uh… oh fuck. A will. They were trying to take everything.”

Talon growls against my pussy and pulls my ass off the seat a few inches before he starts sucking on my clit. He is so aggressive that it forces an orgasm out of me in seconds. He doesn’t stop and I try to push his head away. “Wait… Oh God, please not again. Fuck. Too good. I can’t.” I’m hyperventilating as my body squirms against his mouth, craving the stimulation. “Talon,” I whimper, begging for him to stop. It’s bad enough that I already came in front of these men. “Please. I can’t—“ My breathing is out of control. Fuck, I can’t stop it. I’m so close. “I can’t—” I keep repeating those two words not sure whom I’m trying to convince, them or myself.

Another orgasm shakes through me, and I am suddenly holding onto his hair and rocking my hips. My pleasure blends with another orgasm before he lets me lay back on the seat. I cover my face with my hands and a sudden wave of emotion hits me and I am desperately holding back tears. They are all silent as I sniffle and hiccup, trying not to sob. Logan fucking hated when I cried.

I scream and flinch away from Talon when he shifts and leans toward me. This puts me in the fetal position with my back to him, wanting to just protect my face. Those are the hardest bruises to cover. I have a horrific black eye but now that the swelling is gone, makeup covers it well.

Talon gently pulls me up to sit and my entire body is shaking as he tips my chin up to have me look at him. “Delaney… I am many things, and a shit husband will be one of many… but I will never harm you. Okay?”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper.

“Logan hurt you?” he asks, and I nod. “What else?”

“I…” I say as I try to force the words, but my voice fails me, and I just shake my head.

“Vince?” he asks.

“He didn’t hit me…” I answer, leaving room in my tone for interpretation.

“Did Vince rape you?” Viper asks as the vehicle is shifted into park.

“Yeah,” I say almost inaudibly.

“Cheryl?” Talon asks.

“She just… watched,” I say, trying to shy away from his gaze, but he won’t let me. He just stares at me, lost in thought. He pulls himself out of his mind and gets out.

“Get out,” he commands. I put my head down and obey. His mood has flipped back, and he grabs my arms to pull me inside. The house is huge and beautiful but when we get inside, it’s minimally decorated and not exactly cozy.

“We’ll be back first thing in the morning,” Viper says to Talon. “Text me sizes and I can bring her some clothes.”

“Mhmm,” Talon says dismissively. Viper and Rogue give me an almost sympathetic look before walking out. Talon locks the door behind them and sets the alarm then grabs my arm and pulls me upstairs. We go to the end of the hallway and into a room. I assume it is the master bedroom as it has a huge king-sized bed, a television mounted to the wall, and personal items in various spots like the dresser, armchair.

“Is that his shirt?” Talon asks me as he slips his shoes off and tosses the items from his pockets on the dresser.

“Y-Yeah,” I stammer.

“Take it off.”

“What? No,” I frown.

“Take the goddamn shirt off Laney,” he snaps.

“No,” I say firmly. “You can’t just order me to—“

Talon abruptly grabs me by the throat and slams me back against the wall. I suddenly can’t breathe when I am lifted up to my tiptoes. I try to pull at his hand, but he doesn’t let go. “If I tell you to do something, you fucking do it,” he growls. “If I tell you to get on your hands and knees, crawl to me like a dog, and suck my cock, you better be the most convincing goddamn bitch. Do not ever tell me no again.”

He releases me and I crumble to the ground as I cough and gasp for air. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back to look at me and for a flicker of a second, there is remorse. “Take the fucking shirt off,” he says simply.

“Okay,” I whimper, tears stinging my eyes. He releases my hair, and I drag myself up from the floor. He watches as I pull the shirt off. I throw it at his face because if he’s going to be a dick, I’ll give him a reason. He catches the shirt, and grabs hold of the collar before pulling until the fabric gives and he rips it in half. I have my arms crossed over my chest to try and conceal my breasts. He pulls his thin white T-shirt off and walks over to stand in front of me.

“Hands up,” he commands. I do as he says, and he puts the shirt on me. “Better… This is better.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and drop my head. He promptly lifts my chin and frowns at me.

“Look at me when you speak, Laney,” he says. “What are you sorry about?”

“For saying no,” I say softly.

“Why did you say no?”

“Because my body is disgusting,” I admit.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because… Logan didn’t like my body. He made that known,” I explain. He looks me over for a moment before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulls it off me, leaving me naked.

“Go lie down,” he says simply. I sigh and just do as he says, quickly getting under the blanket and curling up on the very edge of the bed. I peek out from under the covers and watch as he undresses down to his boxers. He is a gorgeous man. His body is wrapped with thick muscle, but he doesn’t have abs. His abdomen is a little bigger, but I fucking love it. I love every part of him that I can see. He is covered in tattoos. They snake up his neck, across his chest and back. He even has them down his arms and legs, but I think my favorites are on his hands. When he looks over at me, I pull the covers up to hide my face. His footsteps grow closer until he pulls the blanket down to look at me.

I peer up at him, and the look on his face is almost lustful. “Why were you staring at me?” he asks, almost as if he is trying to pick a fight.

“I just wanted to see you,” I say quietly.

“Why?” he frowns.

“Because… You’re beautiful.”

He sighs and sits on the bed beside me. He places one hand behind me as he leans in to get into my face. “There will never be anything between us. You are here as revenge, not for me to love.” The words sting and I swallow back the tears. Why do I care? All I wanted was to be free of Logan and I have that now. But I must care because my heart has never hurt like this. Stupid Delaney. I shake my head and lower my gaze to the mattress. What was I thinking? How could someone love a fat cow like me when not even my parents loved me?

“I will fuck you and you will serve me the way a wife should, and I will provide for you and make sure that you are well taken care of,” he says firmly. Great, more of the same. He is a Maddox after all. “But for the record… I plan to enjoy every inch of you. You are a beautiful woman, and I will not tolerate you speaking negatively of yourself. My job as your husband is to build you up stronger.”

“Does that mean you’ll be fucking other women? I just want to make sure I don’t get in the—“

“No, Delaney. I might be a dickhead, but I’m not unfaithful,” he says. “Understand that you are mine . If I ever find out that you let another man touch you, you will beg for death before I’m done with you.”

“I won’t cheat,” I promise.

“Can I trust you to not run?” he asks.

“And go where? Back to Logan and your father? The men who raped me and allowed every man that asked to fuck me against my will and beat me, breaking me down to what I am now? Nothing.” My breath catches as tears drop. I can’t believe I just said all of that. Pathetic. I am so fucking pathetic that I’m trying to gain his pity. Disgusting. I turn my face away, ashamed and feeling nauseous at the memories and my current state.

“He is not my father. And next time, a simple ‘no’ will suffice. No need to be a brat,” Talon says as he pulls the covers off me. “Are you clean?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Birth control?” he asks.

“Yes. I have an implant in my arm,” I say.

“Not right now, but one day, I’m taking it out,” he says.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because one day, Little Flower,” he says, sliding his hand up my inner thigh. I tense at his touch. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. He’s been hurt by them too. “I’m going to put my baby in your belly. Are you going to fight me?” He grins.

“Do you want me to fight you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him as I slowly spread my legs to give him better access to me.

“Yes,” he says. I immediately roll and duck under his arm and try to get off the bed. I can almost sit up when he grabs my ankle and drags me back, making me squeal. I kick and thrash in his grip as he effortlessly flips me on to my back and pins my hands above my head. His knees force their way between my legs and spread them for him. I wiggle under him, but the moment he pulls his cock free from his boxers, I start fighting for real.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I scream. He stops but doesn’t let me go.

“What is it?” he asks.

“You are… too big,” I choke out. “Tal, you won’t fit.”

“I’ll make it fit,” he says with a devious smirk. “Deep breath.”

I suck in a deep breath and groan in pain as he slowly pushes into me. I whine and pull my hands free to hit his chest and try to push him away. “Relax, Little Flower. Let me inside of you,” he groans.

“Too much,” I whine.

“Laney, It’s just the tip. Relax,” he says. “Deep breath, Flower, just breathe.”

“Just the tip?!” I ask, shocked. He suddenly kisses me, and that’s the trick. I groan from deep in my chest as he fills me with his cock, stretching me impossibly wide. As he starts to rock his hips and I moan. He turns feral, pulling my legs to his shoulders and folding me in half as he leans into me.

“Fuck, Laney. You’re so goddamn tight,” he growls as he drives into me. He puts his hands beside my shoulders and starts to fuck me hard and fast. He is so goddamn deep that it hurts my belly in the most delicious way. It’s like a drug, the way he brutalizes me. I know it’s doing more harm than good, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel so fucking nice.

His pace is almost punishing as he takes all his anger out on my pussy. He is growling and grunting as he brutally pounds into me. I whimper with each thrust, pain rippling through my belly. “It hurts,” I cry.

“Fuck, just a little more… God, I’m so close,” he groans. “You can take it, Little Flower. Let me fill this tight little cunt.”

I whine again, needing a reprieve from the discomfort. I push back against him with my legs, trying to get him not to go so deep. “Please,” I beg, my tone carrying clear desperation and pain. Talon growls and slams into me harder, making a scream rack from my throat. The more I fight back, the harder he fucks me as he chases down his orgasm. By the time he pushes into me as deep as my body will allow him and comes, I am in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Talon pulls out of me and is out of breath. I expect some kind of comfort for what he just did, but I get nothing. He offers… nothing. He drops my legs to the bed and stands up. He disappears into the bathroom for a moment and returns to grab his boxers. “Clean up and come lie down,” he says coldly.

“Okay,” I whisper, choking on my tears. I force myself to get up and my entire body is shaking violently and sore, especially my low belly and my pussy. I quickly disappear into the bathroom so I can close and lock the door. Once alone, I slide down the door to sit on the floor as sobs take over.

I don’t know why I thought this would be any different than being with Logan. At least Talon doesn’t hit me; it’s just the emotional damage that I have to learn to handle. Why can’t I be as heartless as them? Life would be so much easier if I could be that cold.