Page 115 of Maddox

I ended the call and Charmaine took a deep breath. “Do you think it’s wise getting someone else involved?”

“Kage can be trusted even if I wanted to hate his guts.”

“Then if you trust him, I’ll trust him.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Whatever happened between the two of you needs to be let go. If you don’t, it’ll eat you up inside.”

“You’re giving me advice now, lady?”

She smiled and pressed her hand on my chest. “Someone needs to. That’s obvious. Why don’t we go back by the fire? You’ll catch your death if you don’t.”

The woman could always make me laugh. “You really don’t know me that well. Do you?”

“I know you better than you think I do. You’re hardheaded, refusing to take advice let alone following anyone’s rules but your own. I’m surprised you weren’t court-martialed.”

Although she was teasing, she had no idea how close she’d come to the truth. I took her by the arm, pulling her tightly against me. “You’re still in danger. You do know that.”

“Yes. I’m no fool. I’m worried about my parents, but we missed something. Thank you for asking Kage to watch out for them.”

I only hoped it wasn’t too little, too late.

“By the way,” she cooed as she rubbed her hand across my jaw. “I like the beard. It suits you. Maybe I can start calling you a mountain man instead of a cowboy.”

“Don’t you dare.” I smacked her bottom, grinning when she squealed. “Or I’ll be forced to punish you.”

She pushed off, wagging her finger. “You’ll have to catch me before you can.”

I allowed her to back away, making it through the doorway before I lunged for her. Why did she have the effect of turning me into a caveman with the ‘you-my-woman’ mentality? I snagged her arm, still grinning from the sound of her laughter. Having her in my house felt right, as if she belonged here.

“Let me go, you beast,” she spouted.

“Not until you learn that you will do as I say.”

Her continued struggling only fueled the very beast she’d commented on. I tossed her over the back of the couch, pinning her against the leather as I brought my hand down.

The first crack brought a yelp from her plump lips.

The second brought a moan.

By the fifth she was undulating her hips back and forth.

By the tenth I was able to catch a whiff of her delicious desire.

Not only was my mouth watering; my cock was also fully aroused. I could easily fuck her again, taking all night to engage in carnal activities.

She flailed her arms, still trying to escape my clutches.

That wasn’t going to happen.

I took my time, the smile on my face wider than normal. With every brutal crack of my hand, she issued alluring sounds. Every part of my body tingled from anticipation of enjoying her searing touch and the way her mouth manipulated mine.

But most of all, I was eager to feel her writhing under me as I filled her with my seed.

That not only made me a very possessive man, it was a clear indication of my need to tame the lovely woman, bending her to my will.

Did that make me a bad man?

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