“No.”
He doesn’t offer any more explanation, just slides across the bench seat, pulling me into his arms. Holding my face between his hands, he kisses me so softly I wouldn’t believe he was capable of the brutality I endured last night.
“Do you love him?” he asks, pulling back and searching my gaze, his shadowy, emerald eyes searching mine like he can find the answer he wants there, even if my mouth can’t say it.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I thought I did. He gave me what I wanted. Roots. A family. A picture of the future we’d have together.”
“A lie,” Maddox whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. “Is that what you want, mi tesoro?You want me to lie to you, to pretend I’m someone else?”
“No,” I say, wrapping my hands around the enormous bulge of his triceps. “I wouldn’t believe it. I know who you are, Maddox.”
He kisses me, this time deeper, longer, until my lips are raw and swollen and my head is spinning and I can’t think of anything but him. Finally, he pulls away, sliding his hand up my back, over the bare skin above my dress, the back of my neck, and into my hair. His palm cradles the back of my skull, his fingers curving over the crown of my head. “I have to be inside you again,” he says, his voice soft but rough with desire. “I have to, Rae. I’ll try not to hurt you.”
I swallow hard and then nod, sliding my arms around his neck and pressing my forehead to his. He lays me down on the bench seat, kissing my swollen lips with his until I’m not shaking anymore. I’m wet and throbbing for him, but every heartbeat pounding between my thighs reminds me of the excruciating pain he left me with.
He lifts to pull my dress up, piling the mountains of fabric around my waist. His fingers skim over the bandages on my inner thighs, and a shudder goes through me as he gently skims them over my pussy. “I want you to cum for me, little girl,” he says against my lips. “I’m going to eat you out. Think you can handle it?”
I swallow hard, searching his eyes. “I’m pretty messy down there.”
He groans and kisses me, swiping his tongue across mine one more time. “I want your mess, Rae. The mess, the laughter, the tears. The life. I want all of it. All of you.”
He tips back the seat, pulling my hips up and slipping his head between my thighs. “Fuck, you are a mess,” he says, stroking his thumb sideways across my folds. “Bloody and swollen and leaking my cum. God, I’ve never seen something so fucking hot.”
I brace my hands beside my hips to push myself back to sitting, but his forearm clamps around my hips, and he buries his face in me. The sensation of his rough tongue against the flesh he tore into so roughly makes me shudder and gasp, but he only moans and presses deeper, licking and sucking and stroking me until I’m shaking and crying. For more. For relief. For him.
Car doors slam outside, but I can only make out vague shapes outside the fogged windows—a person, a giant bundle of white balloons bobbing past, someone with their arms full of flowers. Then Maddox enters me with his tongue, and my lids flutter closed. My hips rise and my hands fist in my ruined dress as he takes me away, carrying me higher and higher until I’m soaring above the world with him, and no one exists but us.
When I cum, he slows, pulsing his tongue against my clit as if he can’t bear to stop until he’s sucked every drop from me, gathered every pulse on the tip of his tongue like honey. He moans, tugging my sensitive clit between his lips and making my thighs clench involuntarily.
“Stop,” I gasp. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough,” he growls, giving a last suck before lowering me to the bench seat. He’s so big he seems to take up the entire car as he hovers over me, trying to fit himself between my legs. He finally settles for kneeling over me, his mouth finding mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I start to pull away, but he grips my chin and slides his tongue deep into my mouth.
“Taste how sweet your cunt is,” he murmurs, drawing back and running his tongue over my lower lip. “Can you blame me for losing my mind over it?”
“I don’t know if I can go again,” I admit. “Even that hurt.”
“You’re going to have to try,” he says. “Can you do that for me,mi reina?”
I search his eyes, looking for the malice I saw earlier, the crazed animal side of him that tore me up so badly. But all I see is the Maddox I always knew, the boy I loved so hard it hurt.
Finally, I nod, my pulse racing.
“Take me one more time.” He presses his lips to mine, then trails down my chin, along my jawline. Taking my wrists in one of his huge hands, he pulls them over my head and holds them pinned to the seat. “I’ll try to go slow this time,” he murmurs in my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. But fuck, you feel good.”
Adjusting his position, he piles the layers of my dress onto my belly and pushes down the top of his jeans. His bare skin burns against mine, and I gasp when he presses the thick head of his cock to my raw opening.
“Maddox,” I whimper. “Please. Don’t hurt me.”
“I’m trying,” he says, reaching down and pulling his skin back before grinding his tip through my slit and back to my entrance before pausing to take a shuddering breath. “But fuck, I want to rip you to pieces and eat you alive.”
“Don’t,” I manage. “Please don’t. I don’t think I can take it one more time.”
He shifts around, then lifts up and spits on his palm. He rubs it over himself, though I’m already soaked from his mouth and my own release. The problem isn’t that. The problem is his size, and how sore I already am.
“You can take it,” he coaxes, gripping his cock and straining the thick head against my opening. “You did it before. Relax, little girl. Let me in this time. Show me how well you can take all of me.Tragarme, mi amante deliciosa.”
He rocks forward, the head of his cock breaching my entrance. I cry out as he stretches the torn flesh, sending a wave of hot, burning pain crashing over me.