Page 49 of Maddox

I was nothing but a monster determined to take what I wanted.

Being able to kiss her long and hard, roughly devouring her mouth was more than just a sin.

Her soft mews dragged me from the moment of darkness and I broke the kiss, cupping the side of her face.

Panting, she dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip and I noticed a drop of blood along the split. Another wave of anger tore through me. I should have taken my time tearing eachsoldier apart limb from limb instead of allowing them the mercy I’d given.

She smiled when I issued a single growl, surprised when I slipped my tongue through the blood. Her laugh was full of anticipation, the light in her eyes adding to her beauty.

I fisted her hair, pulling back her head and exposing her long neck. Every inch of her was stunning, her hourglass figure exactly what I craved.

I ran my tongue along the underside of her jaw while she took several short breaths. The taste of her skin sizzled my senses. As soon as I bit her neck, she stiffened, her elevated pulse drumming in my ears. There was such a sweet innocence about her, yet her need for retaliation simmered just beneath her soft skin.

My mind was spinning out of control with dark and contorted needs. I rolled my lips down from her shoulder, flicking my tongue across her nipple.

“Oh, God.” Her soft moan echoed in my ear. I nipped the tender bud, enjoying the way she shivered in my hold.

After biting down on her hardened bud, I sucked on it, enjoying watching the way her face shifted from pain to pleasure. I moved to her other taut bud, flicking my tongue across.

When I pinched instead of sucked, her body bucked against mine.

She tasted so sweet, her lingering scent intensifying the need.

The hunger already out of control, I slipped my arm under her, lifting and cradling her against my chest. As I took the two steps toward the bed, she darted her eyes back and forth.

My ability to resist was gone and I refused to play a tortured soul. I lowered her onto the bed, purposely running my fingers down her face and neck while taking several deep breaths. How long had it been since I’d even basked in a woman’s beauty?

Long enough my balls were aching more than my cock.

After taking another look at the bedroom door, I placed my weapon on the dresser. Fuck, this was wrong, the timing horrific. If anyone came through that door, I wouldn’t be able to react fast enough.

Even that didn’t stop me from satiating my needs.

I stripped off my shirt, loathing the fact I was filthy while she was clean. It was a stark reminder that we were two different people from different worlds.

I’d sully hers while she’d bring innocence to mine.

One last chance to pull away. One last chance to keep her shielded from the man I’d become.

The moment I jerked off the remaining clothes, I crawled onto the end of the bed, searching her eyes the same way she was doing to mine. I hesitated, swirling the tip of my finger around her thigh. Waiting. Maybe hoping she’d wake up and realize this wasn’t what she wanted.

Yet the moment she reached for me, the last shred of decency inside me vanished.

I gathered her legs into my arms and slowly lowered my head.

Then I tasted her.

Charmaine

The man was absolutely gorgeous.

Six and a half feet of sculpted muscles.

Two hundred and thirty pounds of structured steel.

All wrapped in a body meant for sin and a face meant to grace the pages of some rugged mountain men magazine. He was surly, a control freak, and would never allow anyone to get close to him.

But as eye candy, he was the perfect remedy to the anger and anguish that had almost consumed me.

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