Page 85 of Psycho

“Oh yeah,” He chuckled, “This Line Walker theory of yours.” He slammed in deep, making me cry out in ecstasy as we both fought that desire to peek, but also wanting the high of the climb to last forever. “You’re wrong though, baby. I’m only good for you.”

“Yes!” I cried, giving in and falling over the edge of bliss and orgasming. He groaned when I tightened my muscles down onhim, forcing his own orgasm to crest as he started pumping himself into me. “God, yes.”

He slowed his thrusts, but kept them going, giving me every inch of himself over and over again. Eventually he stilled, pulling the mask off and throwing it across the room toward the boxes. Laying his forehead against mine, he smiled and rolled his eyes when I bit his bottom lip teasingly.

I had won the battle and got my way.

And neither of us felt like he was the loser at all.

“You’re the one that’s wrong, you know.” I spoke after a while. “It’s not just me you’re good for anymore. I think maybe there’s more good in that enormous body of yours than you’re willing to admit.”

He snorted, pulling free of my body and undoing my wrists so I could finally touch my toes to the ground, though he held my weight against his body as I snuggled into his warmth. “Careful, or I’ll put a sibling for our sweet girl inside of you to test that theory out on and start the whole thing all over again.”

“Gah!” I cringed, imagining the difficulties of pregnancy starting all over again already. “Maybe we should abstain from sex for a few years.”

He tipped his head back and laughed loudly, before gripping one of my ass cheeks in his large hand and shaking it as his fingers dipped dangerously close to my ass. “I don’t care which hole you let me fill, Storm, but you’ve awakened the beast inside of me after letting him lay sleeping for the last month. And I’m never going that long without being inside of you again.”

“Hmm.” I mused, tightening my arms around his stomach. “Did you just threaten to fuck my ass for the rest of eternity?”

“If that’s all you’ll give me.” He spanked me again, “Damn fucking straight.”

Epilogue – Maddox

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Storm asked, stumbling over her feet as we walked down the long corridor with my hands over her eyes. She wore a skimpy black dress and thigh-high gold boots, perfect for a romantic night, which is exactly what I intended to give her, though in a very unconventional way. Which fit us perfectly.

It was our first night out of the house since our daughter Aurora was born three months ago, and I promised to wine and dine her all night long so she’d relax enough to let our baby go to Peyton and Dane’s house for her very first sleepover. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with her being out of sight, but I trusted Dane would keep her safe in my absence.

Besides, the evening was about eliminating the last thread of danger left out there from Storm’s kidnapping. It was a thread that needed to be cut. A thread that I was going to give Storm the choice to cut herself or allow me to. Either way, tonight was about fresh starts and the end of a bad chapter.

Leaning over her shoulder, I whispered in her ear, “I’m taking you to the train station.”

She snorted, “Funny guy,” She swung her elbow half-heartedly into my stomach but kept walking as I steered her forward. “It feels like we’re in a bunker. But that doesn’t feel very romantic, so I’m confused.”

“Are you not familiar with my diverse flavors of romance by now?”

Chuckling, she wiggled her butt against my belt and then stumbled. “Did you get me fingers again?

“Better.” I growled and stopped us as we made it to the end of the corridor, typing my code into the panel to open the door.

“Better than fingers?” She scoffed and then went silent as I walked us deeper into the room, locking the solid steel door behind us.

“Better.” I kissed her cheek and removed my hands from her face. “I got you the whole fucking body, before it was a corpse.”

I stepped around to watch her face as she finally saw my present laid out on display for her. Or better yet, chained down on display for her.

“Mack.” Storm sneered as her entire body tensed, staring at where my old acquaintance kneeled in the middle of the concrete floor. I sedated her, then chained her, spreading her arms wide and securing chains around her neck and ankles.

The woman was a trained assassin with a vendetta against Storm, there was no way I was going to be leaving anything to chance for this encounter. By the end of the night, Mack would finally be dead for her role in scheming me and selling information to Damon Kirst, leading to the kidnapping of Storm and our unborn baby.

“Better than fingers.” I smiled at Storm as she finally looked away from our captive and back at me. “My kind of Psycho romance.”

“What exactly is my gift here?” She asked, flicking her glance back to the woman on the ground. “What is your plan?”

“My plan is to let you see to her death; however you see fit.” I replied, “Slow or fast, from your hands or mine, it doesn’t matter. It’s your choice.”

“Is she—?” Storm asked, licking her lips, “Asleep?”

“Sedated, but I have the reversal.” I walked over to a table filled with tools and picked up the syringe that would bring Mack back to consciousness. There was an array of implements to use, knives, saws, pliers, hammers, and various other weapons of warfare. I was excited to see which one Storm would pick to use; you could tell a lot about someone’s soul by their weapon of choice. “But I want to know what you’re thinking before I do that. Because I know Mack, and she’s going to get into your head if she gets the chance. Therefore, I want you to know what you want to do before she gets to it.”

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