But this is good.
This is still him.
It’s just… different.
“Madison…” he rasps, and I know in this moment, it’s not Static speaking to me but Cedrick, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
Do I want this?
I pull back slightly to stare at the terrifying man before me, painted in black and white, teeth sharp and eyes white, and I think,yeah. Yeah, why the hell not?
“Static,” I breathe in return because as much as I need this, I need the separation. I know Static and Cedrick are one in the same, but when we’re here—at Mayhem Motel—it’seasier to pretend they’re not, and that I’m not giving all of myself away. Just… just this one part.
I swallow thickly and close my eyes to prepare myself for what’s to come.
I want this.
I do.
“Do what you do best,Static,” I taunt him. I don’t need or want control right now. I need Static to take it all, and I need him to make me mindless—just like last time.
He’s given me too much choice—because too much has changed between us—and I need to go back to our roots.
He growls low in his chest, and then, his hands are on me.
I gasp as one gloved hand rakes down my back, surely leaving a red nail trail in its wake. I arch into the touch, eyes rolling back as my skin burns. Static’s bare hand grabs the front of my throat and clamps tight, stealing nearly all my breath until I’m only able to wheeze in a slight whistle.
He tilts my head back, exposing my throat, making it even harder to breathe. I fight against the constriction, which just makes him laugh.
“That’s right, little mouse. Keep struggling. Let’s see how far you get.” His voice is low and deep and sends goosebumps scattering across my whole body. I wrack with shivers down to my toes.
It’s his words, those taunting words, that send my fight or flight into overdrive. I start struggling against his hold on me, using every ounce of strength I have to buck and throw my head back, swinging my body this way and that, but Static holds tight and simplylaughs.
“You’re so cute when you’re trying,” he teases, and that makes me flush with indignation.
“Fuck you,” I snap, and then, I balk because I have never said that a day in my life.
“Ohh, whooo.Now, that’s more like it, darlin’. Damn.” He reaches down and adjusts himself in his briefs. “That just made my cock twitch.”
“You’ve g-got issues.” I swallow through the heat in my face that’s burning its way down my throat.
“Oh, we already knew that, didn’t we? But what we didn’t know is thatyouhave such a dirty little mouth for such a good boy. C’mon,Madi,” he taunts, dropping his face low to mine and dragging the flat of his tongue along my cheek. “Let me hear more.”
“What makes you think I want to?”
“Because it makes you feel powerful,” he rasps into my ear, and I gasp.
He’s right.
It does.
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
“I don’t h-have to listen t-to you.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and sink them into it. I regret the words as soon as I say them, but it’s too late to take them back.
Static just smiles, like he was expecting that. “You’re such a treat,” is all he says, and then, he places a soft kiss to the tip of my nose that throws me off balance. And then, the next thing I know, I’m being shoved backward.
