Page 48 of Madness

I watch their exchange with a smile, Red’s body twitches against my own, and my cock presses against her entrance, daring me to slip into her.

“Do it,” Red dares me, pressing herself further against me, and my cock slips between her folds, notching at her entrance.

I spread my legs wider, positioning myself and loom over her petite frame.

Our bodies align perfectly, as they always have, and I push into her slowly, “You feel so fucking good, Atropa,” I grunt, my voice rough with need.

“So beautiful,” Des says, his fingers graze against her entrance, and she shudders in my arms, her body breaking out in goosebumps.

Red’s legs weaken, but Des keeps a firm grasp on her thighs, and I band my arm around her waist, pinning her to my chest.

“Harder,” she begs, her voice ragged with desire.

I comply, thrusting deeper into her, each movement causing her to shudder. Wrapping my hand around my throat, the other kneading her breast, I nip her earlobe with my teeth, causing Red to gasp, “Who do you belong to?” I grunt, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I hold off my climax.

She doesn’t answer, only gasping as we both work her to the edge of heaven, but I pull out, hating myself but needing her to say it.

Red’s walls clench around me as I do, a desperate attempt to keep me inside of her where I belong, “Don’t stop,” she pleads, “Please don’t stop.”

Desmond, his voice strained, “I don’t think I can last much longer. Her taste is enough to drive me over the edge.”

Ignoring them both, I pull back, “Who do you belong to, Red?” I ask her, wanting her to say it.

Needingher to say it.

I’m desperate for her… I always have been.

I hold my breath, waiting for her to say the words that will keep me sane because if I am not hers, then I am nothing.

Red turns, dislodging my hands, and I wait just as I always do.

Des gets up from his knees, caging her in between us, and she smiles slyly at me. Her hand reaches up, stroking my cheek with such tenderness that I lean into the touch, and her eyes soften. “Yours, Bander. Always yours.”

“And him?” I nod my head towards Des, whose head shoots up in surprise.

“And him.” She confirms, and Desmond’s face lights up.

“Who else?” I murmur, running a finger over her pebbled nipple.

“There’s a few, but I don’t want to think about them right now. Can we finish what we started, please?”

“What do you think, Des? Shall we show our girl who she belongs to?” I quirk a brow, loving the way Red presses herself closer to me.

Red’s hand wanders, grasping my cock in her hand and strokes me, “So big,” she whispers, kissing my chest and working her way up, peppering kisses along my sweaty skin until she reaches my eye, “So beautiful,” she smiles, kissing under the empty socket, and I capture her lips with my own.

Even years after losing it, I have never been able to shake the phantom pains of the day it happened.

My Atropa, though, she makes it all go away.

The memories, the pain, the feeling of loss… she makes it all the better for me, and I dread to think about the monster I would have turned into if I had never found her that night.

We have similar demons, after all…

Chapter Seventeen

“We are late!” Dusty exclaims, pointing to the clock on the wall that ticks by ominously.

It's a countdown to another therapy session that I’m never quite ready for.

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