Page 45 of Madness

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed…

I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Plus, Red’s worth it, but she won’t let me, and I refuse to have her hate me because of it – it would destroy me.

After watching the footage, I felt a surge of fury so intense that it nearly drove me to smash up my laptop in a fit of rage.

Seeing her hurt, watching the way her eyes dim from happiness to an empty, hollow shell, is unbearable.

It’s why I need to save Wonderland, to protect Red and the others from Nurse White taking over and ruining them all.

She’s done enough damage… Hare is the perfect example of that, and I refuse to let her do it to anyone else.

Just the thought of it has rage bubbling in my veins, and I slam my fist into the desk, accidentally hitting my laptop.

Red’s sinful moans fill the room, her voice breathless, “Desmond, fuck right there.”

Desmond’s head has disappeared under the skirt of her dress, the black material making him look like the headless prick he will be if he breaks her heart.

“Do you like that?” Des’s voice is muffled, but I can hear the cocky tone in it.

He’s enjoying this, and I can’t fucking blame him. Being between Red’s thighs is like tasting ambrosia for the first time, and it only ever gets better.

“Fuck yes! If you stop, I’ll fucking clamp my head between your thighs until it pops off,” she grits her teeth, her hand tangling in his hair and pushing his head back where she wants him.

“Threats make me hard, Cridhe,” he says before doing as he’s told and getting her off.

I try not to grit my teeth at the term of endearment, knowing precisely what it means, but if Red is happy, then I won’t get in their way.

“Fuck me, Des, hard,” she begs.

Unable to take it anymore, I pull my aching cock from my pants and stroke it as Desmond lines himself up with Red’s soaked entrance and thrusts into her.

Red’s nails claw into his naked back, blood welling to the surface, and I groan as phantom pain lingers from the scars she’s left on me, and I imagine it’s me hovering over her as I thrust into her with punishing force.

Red’s screams of ecstasy have my cock weeping from how hard I am, and I stroke myself in sync with Desmond’s thrusts as he fucks my girl.

“You have no idea the power you have, Cridhe,” he groans into her neck, her arms pinned above her head, and she smirks.

“Oh, I know exactly what power I have, Des. It’s why you are between my legs right now while Jameson and Bander watch from the shadows,” she teases, nipping his earlobe.

Desmond pauses his movements, his eyes immediately seeking out the camera above her bed, and my lip tilts up to the side, “I see you, you little fucker.”

“Uh…” he stutters, pulling out from her, but Red grips his biceps.

“I swear to god, Des, if you do not get back inside of me, I’ll lose it.”

Bander appears from the shadows of the room, having snuck in before when they were too lost in one another to notice, “I’ll happily make you feel good, Atropa,” he chuckles, “Just say the word.”

“Jesus fuck,” Desmond jumps, his hand pressing against his chest as he breathes out slowly, “You are one spooky bastard.”

Chapter Sixteen

My Atropa is naked and flushed, her skin clammy, but the twinkle in her eye is what has me hard as a fucking rock.

I could have lost her this week.

She was too lost in her mind, and the paint washed away from her mural on the wall, finally enough to push her over the edge.

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