Maddox growls, and I tense, my walls clamping down on him in terror, expecting him to lose control and ravage me again.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn tight.” His body starts to shake, and he bites down on his forearm that rests on the seat above my head, still gripping my wrists. I can hear his breaths, slow and shuddering, echoing around the car. For a minute, he just breathes, in and out. Then he draws back and enters me again, holding his cock and filling only my entrance with the tip. He draws back and goes in again, over and over, slow and firm, until the sound of his breathing and my wetness, and the feel of him stretching me so wide, has me squirming for friction.
“Maddox,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I know,” he rasps. Reaching between us, he digs under my dress until he finds my skin, bare for his touch. He strokes over my clit, pushing in a bit deeper.
I gasp in pain, then suck in a shaky breath. “You’re too big.”
“I know,” he says. “You’ll just have to learn to take me.”
He moves faster, sliding in and out until the pain wars with pleasure inside my body as it takes him the way it wants to, the way it was meant to. I lift my hips to meet his, pushing him in the last inch, and he has to stop and bite down on his arm again. I squirm under him, panting and gripping his hand, digging my nails in.
“I’m ready,” I gasp when I can’t take another minute. “Let go.”
He doesn’t wait for me to change my mind. He draws back and plows into me hard and deep. I cry out, my back bowing. He pushes up on his hands for leverage, his powerful arms flexing, his enormous body tensing with each stroke, the force of it enough to destroy me. One of his hands binds my wrists like handcuffs while the other slips under the back of my neck, cradling it and resting his weight on his knuckles. He rolls his hips rhythmically into mine, never breaking eye contact as he pumps his thick cock in and out of my ruined body.
“You good?” he asks between strokes, driving me up the seat with each thrust.
“It hurts,” I admit, my lip trembling.
“You’ll get used to it,” he assures me. “Now reach down and finger your clit. I want to feel your cunt milking my cock when I cum.”
I obey, my self-conscious gone. We’re well beyond that, so I let go, too. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, his hand on the back of my neck firm and supportive. There’s no insecurity with Maddox, no fear that I’m not good enough or that he doesn’t want me. He wants me too much, more than I want him, more than it’s natural to want anyone.
I don’t know what I did to unleash this beast inside him, but I know his desire is an animal that won’t be caged. It takes what it wants, and it wants me. There’s something freeing in his ravenousness. I don’t have to wonder what I did wrong, wonder if he’ll want me later. I’m enough for him. I’m it for him.
I feel myself cresting, and I open my eyes. He’s watching me touch myself, watching his cock slide to the hilt inside me with each drive of his magnificent, powerful body. When my lids flutter open, his gaze rises to meet mine. His deep green eyes burn into mine, heated with lust, with a depth of emotion that thrills and terrifies me, like everything about him.
I hold his gaze, and I let myself go. Yes, it’s terrifying and thrilling, but it makes me cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life. My walls flutter and then clench around him, and I’m falling into the endless green depths of his gaze, a crow wheeling through the raging storm, plunging through the writhing trees, not searching for a place to land but letting the tumbling wind batter me and lift me and carry me away, taking me where he wants to go.
“Maddox,” I cry, my hands flexing and clamping around his, as if I can cling to him forever and anchor myself to him, not to a tree but to the wind and lightning, to the rain and thunder and churning water. My back arches, my heels digging into the seat as I lift my hips, grinding out my climax against him. “Maddox, I love you. Oh god. I love you.”
“I love the way you cum,” he says through panting breaths, grinding me down into the seat. “Your bare cunt taking every inch of me. Take my cum.”
“Maddox,” I whisper, barely able to speak. “I’m not on birth control.”
“Good.” His hips jerk forward, and I feel the swell of his cock expanding inside me. I wince at the stretch, biting down on my lip as he growls and grinds, his hips locking against mine. “Te amo, mi reina.”
Our gazes still binding us together, he lets go, releasing deep inside me. He groans as the heat of his cum floods into me. My walls flutter with pleasure at the pure, erotic sensation. He grunts and shudders above me, his cock throbbing as he keeps coming, filling my core with each pulse. His whole body quakes with each flutter of my walls, each answering twitch of his cock inside me.
Finally, he lowers himself onto me, bracketing my body with his arms and pressing his chest to mine, squeezing us together. I want to say something, but I don’t know how to put into words how I feel, how I felt some connection forming between us, and now I know my heart is bound to his. I belong to him in some way that I’m not sure can be undone, and it’s terrifying.
Because in an hour, I’m supposed to marry his brother. His brother who has given me everything, but who I’ve never felt this way for.
I wish it could be different. I wish he’d touched me, fucked me, given me this intimacy that I craved so much over the past year, that I needed like I need air. I needed it so much that when I got it from someone else, even someone who brutalized me, my heart went to him.
It belongs to him. When it threw itself on his mercy, he took it greedily, as if he’d been hunting for it all along. He didn’t shut it up in a box and save it for later. He gave me what I’ve ached for all this time, and I’m terrified by how much it meant to me. He caught me in his trap, caught my heart, and I don’t think he’ll give it back. Not even to the man I’m marrying.
Why couldn’t Lennox see what was happening to me all that time? That I didn’t need a ring or a wedding or a honeymoon to thrive. I just wanted him. I wanted to know he was fully mine, not have to share him with his gang girls. I wanted to be able to give myself fully without fear, without holding back. But he wouldn’t take my heart when I gave it, wouldn’t give me the intimacy of his love, his touch. I needed it so much that I withered without it like a tree without rain. I became small and shriveled, a wilted thing dying of drought.
And Maddox… Maddox brought the rain.
thirty-six
Maddox North
I lift my head and kiss the end of Rae’s nose. “I have some things to take care of.”