Page 10 of Asphyxia
He knew I was guilty of using work as an escape—along with the late-night rides on the freeway. It was easier to hit the higher speeds on my neon green Ninja ZX6R when there were barely any cars around to get in my way. I lived for the high it gave me, the slow threat of death creeping up behind me as I threw caution to the wind screamingfuck it.
“She was nothing more than a mistake.”
A careless fucking mistake that I should have ended almost a year ago, before I became too invested—and now here I was with what felt like nothing left to live for.
I was so fucked from this break-up that I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore.
“I know I’ve asked you more than once this week, but do you want to talk about it?” Marcus tapped his knuckle on the desk. “I’m here for you, man. I know you’re hurting, and I just want to help. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
Marcus had no idea just how reckless I was being on my bike—needing to feel something other than the pain, anger, and depression that was threatening to drown me alive.
How the fuck could I be this upset about a woman who was nothing more than toxic to me?
I ran a hand through my short, dirty blonde hair before looking up at him, chewing the inside of my lower lip.
“Then find me a woman.” That was all I could say in answer.
I did need his help, and I wasn’t too proud to ask for it. I was falling into a void that threatened to suffocate me if I didn’t find a way out.
Would a one-night stand work? Probably not… but there was no harm in at least trying.
Chapter 6
Marcus
SIXMONTHSAGO.
Madison: 10 PM, don’t be late.
Before the night turned too late and chaotic at The Landing, I had managed to sneak away and score the number of the waitress who caught my attention at the bar. She was fucking gorgeous with her long white-blonde hair, tight-fitted black dress, and all I wanted was to see her out of it.
Madison and I had been texting back and forth for days until she finally gave me the green light to come over for more than just a casual hang out—at least, that was what I was expecting.
Our text conversations were anything but pure. Madison was the first woman ever to have me pining over her. I never cared for thewhole ‘playing hard to get’ game, but with her? I’d play all the games she wanted and more.
As confidently as ever, I swaggered my way up the steps of her townhouse and knocked on the front door. From the outside, it looked as though no one was home; all of the lights were off, and there was no visible movement through the bay window.
Seconds later, the door opened, and I saw my hot-as-fuck waitress standing in the entryway with a hand resting on her hip and a devilish smirk on her face—wearing nothing but an oversized black T-shirt.
“Well? Are you going to come in or just stand there gawking at me like you’ve never seen a half-naked woman before?” She teased, stepping back into the darkness of her home as I followed her inside.
Without warning, the door slammed shut, and I found my back pressed up against the wall, with Madison’s fists twisting in my shirt.
“Holy fu—” I barely managed to get a second word out before her mouth was on mine, and she was grinding her hips up against me, my dick growing even harder from the friction.
“You came to play, right? So let’s play, baby boy.” She growled against my lips before driving her tongue so deep she almost gagged me with it—this fucking woman.
Her hands maneuvered their way down to my jeans, unbuttoning them before she dropped to her knees and pulled the zipper down with her teeth. I sucked in a breath, my hand gripping the door handle to the point of ripping it off entirely.
This power play of hers was not even close to what I had expected coming from someone soinnocent-looking. Generally, I had always been the one to take charge—but fuck… if it didn’t feel stimulating to be taken advantage of for once.
Adrenaline flooded my veins with how quickly everything was happening. One moment, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her, and now my mind was in my dick, begging for her to suck me.
As my jeans fell to the floor, Madison pulled my dick out from my boxers and started stroking it, her eyes glowing as she peered up at mine, licking her hungry lips.
“Well, you certainly don’t disappoint down here.” She smirked before wrapping her mouth around me and swallowing me down the back of her throat.
“Jesus-fucking-fuck—” I gritted out, clenching my jaw as my free hand gripped the hair at the back of her head while the other still supported me with the handle. Madison moaned, and it vibrated up my shaft as she dug her nails into my thighs.
