Page 41 of Penance

He uses his teeth, his lips, fingers, assaulting every part of me. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming, it aches, it burns, but it feels oh so fucking good. His hand leaves my breast, smoothing and dipping down over my stomach. His fingers finding my elastic waistband, smoothly working his deft digits beneath my lace underwear like a seasoned professional. His index finger slides through my wet folds, I jolt at the contact. He hisses as he removes his mouth from my nipple, nipping at it once more for good measure.

“Fuckin soaked for me, ain’t ya, Princess,” he smirks, flicking his eyes up to mine.

His tone cocky, lustful and too fucking familiar, he dips back down towards my tits.

“Max,” I breathe, his gaze snapping back up to mine in an instant, his full attention hanging on my every breath.

“Princess,” he growls, and it takes every fibre of my being to continue with my planned route.

“Let go of me,” I tell him.

My breathing calming as I watch confusion coat his features.

“What?”

“I said, let go of me,” I tell him, straightening up, finding my feet quickly as his hand slips out of my bottoms.

“I don’t understand,” he says softly and I almost break.

But I don’t. I keep my goddamn composure because this isn’t only about me and Max anymore.

“You need to learn, Maddox,” I stand tall, shoulders back. I look him in those beautiful pools of blue, the confusion in his features has arousal practically coating my thighs. I get off on this sadistic shit, but I ignore it. Leaning into him, my lips brushing across his stubbled cheek. “Bad dogs don’t get treats,” I whisper in his ear with a breathy laugh, just as he shoves me away from him.

I don’t struggle, I let him push me. My feet sliding me backwards in my fishnet socks, I tuck my boobs away. He fists his hair, knuckles blanched, dick hard. The sight of it pressing aggressively against his tight jeans has me biting my bottom lip to curb further laughter.

“You fucking bitch,” he snarls at me, frothing at the mouth with rage.

He slaps his hands against his thighs in frustration. His fists curling so tight the bones look as though they’re trying to tear free.

“No, Maddox.Youfucking bitch. You thought you could just stroll up in here with your pretty eyes and miserable fucking demeanour and what? Take over? Have me to yourself? Stab your boys in the back, fuck them over and take me back? And when that didn’t work, you thought you’d get in my fucking pants and then tell them I what? Cheated? You think you can put them off? Steal them away from me? What is your plan here?” I throw my head back with a raucous laugh, its brash and loud and dramatic, probably a little scary.

I shake my head with a raspy chuckle. My hand running through my hair, fingers gliding through the long strands. My right fist curling around the ends, tugging hard. The pinch of pain switching me up another gear.

“No. You misunderstand me; IknowI can. And it’s not fucking stealing if they’re alreadymine,” he hisses. His stern face boiling in rage, his lips red and swollen from our kissing. If you can even really call it that, it was more like an attacking. “I don’t need to sabotage anything,” he shrugs casually, folding his thick arms over his chest. “You’ll do that all by yourself, you psychotic little bitch. Damaged goods, rightLala,” he smirks as my breath catches.

Damaged goods.

I’ve heard that before.

Although, I now find I quite like damaged goods.

“Got anything else, Max?” I tilt my head, my eyes roving over his hard, inked frame. “Psychotic little bitch is almost a compliment,” I smile, my hurt burrowing down deep.

My demon putting out that fire and kindling a new one.

“I’ve got one foryou, actually,” I smirk, tapping the tip of my index finger to my lip. “How aboutcoward? How does that sound to you? I think it has a certain ring to it, myself,” I shrug loosely. “It’s accurate at the very least.”

“Fuck off, Kyla-Rose, you know fucking nothing,” he spits back.

His brow creased deeply, his entire posture screaming danger, but all I hear ispush me.

Push me, push me, push me.

“I didfuck off,” I mock, tossing my head from side to side.“TO PRISON! You piece of fucking shit!” I roar, my entire body trembling as I seethe, gritting my teeth and sucking in a harsh breath. “My motherdied. You fucked me over, and I went to fucking juvie! YOU LEFT ME! You said you’dneverleave. But you did! You left me not only once buttwice! You distanced yourself from me after Gran’s funeral, you kept me at arm’s length for over a year!Thenyou have the audacity to hunt me down in the dark, boss me around, trying to sit there telling me how it is. Fill my head with bullshit and Iknew.I just fucking knew that night it was the end, and I fucked you anyway, more fool me, Maddox. More fucking fool me, and to think I thought you were serious about coming back for me. Thought you were serious about us, how it was gunna go, thefuture,” I snort in disbelief.

“I did come back,” he tells me. “I came back.Youwere the one gone. The building was being hosed down by the fucking fire brigade andyou. Left. Me.” Max pushes both hands through his hair.

Sighing so heavily that his body visibly deflates, making mine react in a similar way. I feel my own lungs shrivel in response, my anger slowly melting with it.

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