The sex room.
He’d asked me to move in with him.
Or had that been a dream?
His mouth moved lower, dragging the sheets from my body. I hissed when he gripped my breast. It wasn’t gentle, and neither was his mouth. I moaned as his hot lips closed around my nipple, flicking over it before sucking me deeper into his mouth.
My fingers slipped into his hair as I lay flat on my back, giving him better access.
“I’m awake now,” I groaned, hooking my hand around his neck.
He grunted and shifted over me. The covers slid down to my waist, but that wasn’t what sent a shiver down my spine.
It was the weight of him.
The strength in his body. The heat. The unmistakable urgency in the way he moved.
I curled my legs around the backs of his knees as his lips drifted toward my neck. The contrast of his hard muscles rubbing against my sensitive skin made me lift my hips hungrily against him.
He was almost twice my age. Younger than my parents, but old enough to have shed the arrogance and impatience of the boys who had once circled me like vultures. Maddox knew exactly what he was doing.
And somehow he always made me feel safe.
Wanted.
His tongue traced slowly along my neck, soft and wet, before his lips settled against my throat. I pushed my head deeper into the pillows, arching my back instinctively, offering myself to him.
Was it wrong that I wanted freedom?
Was it wrong to take what I needed from this man?
Right now, this was the only thing that felt right.
I blinked the tears away as anger slowly replaced the sadness. It rose hot and sharp, pushing through the years of humiliation I had swallowed down. The taunts. The whispers. The shame pressed on me by strangers and loved ones alike.
“Fuck me like a dirty whore,” I snapped at him.
His head jerked up, his attention sharpening instantly. In the faint grey glow of daylight seeping through the curtains, I felt his gaze move over my face, studying me carefully.
“Not yet, Stella,” he murmured, his voice low as his lips brushed along my jawline until they reached my ear.“I’m fucking you like a dirty little princess this morning.”
I blinked again, and this time a single tear slipped free, trailing slowly down the side of my face.
“How exactly is a dirty princess fucked?” I asked with a quiet sniff.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he shifted lower on the bed, his body sliding down mine until he settled between my legs. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he lifted my legs and pinned them gently but firmly against the sheets.
His mouth moved to my pussy, trailing his tongue down my opening and to my asshole.
“Maddox,” I gasped, but it didn’t faze him.
The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, just enough for me to see the dark shape of his head between my thighs as he worked with slow, deliberate focus.
His tongue circled my hole.
I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation, my fingers curling into the bedding as a tremor ran through me.
