My stomach drops, breaths already short.
“—This hallway is closed.”
James doesn’t respond.
My heart leaps into my throat. I can see Maddox's shadow on the floor. It’s all I can do to keep my composure and not run into his arms.
Yet, when Maddox rounds the corner, I'm paralyzed by his stare.
His eyes are sinfully dark. I can practically see the adrenaline rushing through him. He’s set on whatever idea that’s running through his head.
Maddox looks over me like he’s starving. Desperate. No words leave his lips as he advances. He pushes the mask down around his neck. I try to find my breath, my words, yet it’s all I can do to swallow.
At arm’s length, he grabs me by the front of my throat and pulls me into his embrace so hard and fast that I don’t have time to catch my breath. His lips ravenously crash upon mine. My back hits the wall—
Maddoxdevoursme.
He traps me between him and the brick, and wastes no time before pushing my shirt up, damn anyone that might try to get past his bodyguard and discover us.
And I realize something as he kisses me.
Maddox Keynes owns me.
Mind. Body. Soul. And every little darkened crevice in between.
We’re the mayhem of what it looks like when two broken entities find one another amongst the fragments everyone else has left behind. We’re the pieces no one else knew what to do with, the ones discarded in the corners of poorly swept abandoned spaces.
We’re messy and chaotic, andgod… I can’t get enough of this beautifully fucked up thing that we are.
Jesus, thatgrip.
He kisses me like he hasn’t seen me for weeks, months,centuries. Like the hour he was just onstage was another lifetime before.
His fingers easily find my warm center, and his smile lifts against my mouth.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says in a hoarse rasp.
He consumes my voice with his lips back on mine before I can respond. I fiddle with his belt buckle, desperate to have him inside me. He sucks a sharp breath as I finally succeed and wrap my hand around what I can of his full length, and the groan that leaves him has me grinning triumphantly.
“Fuck, Andi,” he hisses. He reaches for my arms, places them around his neck, and grabs my ass to haul me onto his waist. I gasp against his lips at the tickle of his dick so near my entrance. Teasing me. Making me whimper in anticipation.
And when he thrusts inside me, I have to remind myself not to cry out.
I’m still getting used to him. Even after every time he’s been inside me this week, his size still catches me off-guard. My moan drowns in his mouth. He only gives me a few seconds to orient myself, and when he knows I’m ready, he’s all in.
His motions are rough and relentless, the eager pace making me tremble and whine. Mads harshly presses his hand over my lips, the slight ache sending insatiable chills over my arms. My cries are muffled behind his calloused fingers, each thrust sending me further and further into a state of hazy bliss that I can’t control.
My thighs and ass are already bruising from his motions—the brick wall accentuating that pain.
And it feels fucking incredible.
Maddox replaces his hand with his lips, and it limps me. I need him closer. I need to draw out every second that we have behind this corner, every second that he should be taking a break. I want his dick still wet with my release when he walks back on that stage.
As if he can sense that need, Maddox plunges deep. Deeper than before. As deep as he can drive his cock within me. I suck air through my teeth at the unabating fill, my face burying into his neck and legs squirming up into my ribs to accommodate his greed. He pauses briefly, and I feel my bottom lip quiver when he curses against my cheek.
“You make me want to miss the rest of this gig just so I can stay here,” he groans in a hushed whisper. “Dammit, Andi.”
Each following plunge inside me is deliberate. Languid. With each long, desperate stroke, his dick brushes against the sensitive spot inside me, causing me to practically mewl with restlessness.
