“Aw, do you want in?” I coo.
His other hand lifts to the handle, pulling it so hard itmight break.
“Be a good boy and watch,” I command, my voice sultry and so unlike me that I sound different to my own ears.
This is dangerous.
The power I wield over the men from my past who harbor wanton need and arousal for me makes me feel like a fucking goddess—a commander of their fates as I hold them in the palms of my hands.
This is all insane, but that’s another problem I can deal with later. Right now, I want to make Maddox suffer.
He can see the way my hand moves under my clothes as I stroke my hardened bud. Each pass of my fingers over my sensitive flesh is only heightened by his searing gaze focused entirely on me. I’m a fucking mess, arousal drips from me at the intensity of it all, but I can’t stop.
My climax reaches me swiftly, and it’s because I have him watching the whole time with bated breath. My whole body shudders with my release, and my core begins to ache for something to fill it.
Would he be rough with me?
Pin me down and fuck me so hard that I’m begging for him to stop or keep going?
Would he cover my mouth with those thick gloves to keep me quiet as I scream in pleasure?
Would he—
As the door handle wiggles again, I’m sent hurling back to reality. The realization of what I’ve just done washes over me, and my morals decide to kick in.
I just made my high school bully watch me finger myself to completion. I shouldn’t be doing this.
The me of the past resurfaces for a moment, that broken girl who wanted to end it all, causing shame to wash over me. She would havehatedthis. She would have been so disappointed in me…
I close my eyes before removing my hand from my nightie and standing. I walk over to the balcony doors beforegrabbing the curtains and balling them in my fists. I stare at Maddox, my expression hard and unforgiving. “Get the fuck off my balcony.” I draw the curtain, closing him out before I slide back into bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”The warden’svoice causes me to roll my eyes.
I grab my purse and keys from the stand by the front door, ignoring Roman’s presence altogether.
“Rosalie,” He growls.
“I have an appointment,” I snap, flinging my purse strap over my shoulder as I grab the door handle. It barely opens an inch before Roman’s stupid, big hand pushes it closed.
“You don’t go anywhere without at least one of us with you,” He says.
Ugh.
After last night, I’ve done a pretty good job at avoiding all of them. I tried to sneak away to do my morning workout until I almost walked into all three men in my home gym, their bared chests glistening with sweat as they lifted weights and ran on the treadmills. I was able to slink away before they noticed me. I also decided to drink my morning smoothie in my recording studio while I worked on lyrics.
It’s been peaceful, but now, the last thing I want is any of them following me to this appointment.
“I’m not bringing you to my doctor’s appointment,” I wave him off, but he doesn’t budge.
“That’s not your choice,” He bites, glaring down at me.
Fuck if it isn’t.
I cross my arms, returning his displeased look. “You’re. Not. Going. Do I have to say it slower?”
His jaw grinds. “You try to walk out that door without me, and I will throw you over my shoulder, Rosalie.”
“Like hell you will,” I mumble before doing the exact opposite of what he wants me to do. “I’ll see you later—OH, MYGOD!” I shriek as he flings me over his broad shoulder and uses a foot to close the door. I ball my fist, pounding on his back as my legs kick. “Let me go!”
