Page 60 of Madness

Jameson strokes my hair, his touch so gentle that it sends a wave of emotion over me.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He kisses my forehead gently and then my cheeks until the tears I never felt slip from my eyes dry up.

“I love you,” I reply.

Jameson pulls out of me, our release mixing and spilling from me.

He doesn’t let a drop go to waste, pushing it back into me with a growl, a possessive gleam in his eyes.

He kisses me again, and just as we begin to deepen it, his phone rings in the pocket of his trousers. The sound slices through our lust like a knife, and he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine with a reluctant sigh. “I should get that,” he murmurs.

His fingers linger on my cheek for a moment longer before he shucks on his trousers and pulls his phone out from his pocket.

“Hello?” he barks, his forehead wrinkling as whoever speaks on the other end tells him what could be so urgent that he’s being disturbed, “Fuck. Ok, I’ll be right there.”

He clicks his phone, ends the call, and shoves it back into his pocket. His head tilts back, and he blows out a breath in exasperation.

“Is everything ok?”

“Hare’s having a meltdown,” he says, not elaborating further though he doesn’t need to.

Hare rarely has meltdowns anymore, not since we started protecting him. Typically, the onlything that sets him off is my sister getting too close.

I nod my head in understanding, “You should go. He needs you.”

“Do you want me to unchain you?” he asks, making a move to start unclipping them, but I shake my head.

“Don’t. Bander said he would visit,” I smirk up at Jameson, loving how his pupils dilate and his breathing picks up.

The tension between us both is palpable, and I want nothing more than for him to crawl back on top of me and make me see stars until I’m entirely delirious and dehydrated from loss of fluids.

Jameson’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking between me and the door, warring within himself about what to do.

“Go.” I tell him, “Hare needs you, and I’m not going anywhere.” I huff out a laugh, shaking the chains around my wrist as if to prove my point.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Like I said, Bander will probably come visit, and you’ll return to him between my legs.”

Jameson shakes his head, but the ghost of a smile on his face has me smiling right back.

I love the effect I have on him – I revel in it. It’s a game we’ve played for years, a dance of power and desire, yet beneath it all is this all-consuming love we have for one another.

“I’ll get Hare sorted, and then I'll be right back, okay? " He kisses me firmly on the lips before slipping on his shirt. “Fuck I don’t want to leave.”

“Go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He steals another kiss, covers me with the blanket, and then leaves.

I must doze off as I wait for him to return. The warmth of the blanket he tucked around me makes me feel content.

The door to the room slips open, the soft creak barely noticeable, and I smile, knowing it’s either Bander or Jameson returning.

“Hello, little sister. Are you ready to play?” White’s voice sends a sliver of fear down my spine, accompanied by the squeaking wheels of the tray wheeling in the ECT machine.

The room turns cold as my anxiety spikes. Her presence is always unsettling with her calculated moves and unnerving nice woman act.

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