Page 21 of Asphyxia
I needed to stop thinking about Madison. I could feel myself growing hard the more I thought about her mouth wrapped around me—my eyes closing as the palm of my hand rubbed against my aching dick through my sweatpants.Fuck.
The door to the apartment flew open, smashing into the wall, and I launched myself off the couch to turn and see what the fuck had just happened, my half-full beer bottle falling to the carpet and soaking it through.
My eyes locked with a set of blue-greys, contrasted by a heavy splatter of red. It was Madison, and she was covered in blood—dripping with it.
“Madison, what the fuck.” I gasped before jumping over the back of the couch and sprinting towards her.
She was laughing hysterically as I wrapped my arms around her waist and slammed the door shut before she attracted any more unwanted attention than she probably already had. Madison wasn’t exactly being discreet with her bloody and unhinged appearance right now.
“You should see the look on your face—so serious and scared.” She licked her blood-covered lips as her hand wrapped around the back of my neck. “Do I scare you, baby?”
I didn’t think to question her. Something was off, wrong; I could see it in her eyes—as hollow as they were.
Without answering, I dragged Madison down the hall and into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and pulled her inside with me.
As the water washed the blood from her skin and streaked it across her scrubs, I cupped her cheeks in an attempt to keep her attention on me. She needed grounding.
“Madison.” I pressed with concern for her mental state of mind. “What happened? Is this from the hospital? Are you okay?”
“I’m a monster, Dean. I’ll never be okay.” She spoke as her hands raised to cup the backs of mine. Her skin was as cold as ice, even with the warm water rushing over her body. I pulled her into me, pressing the side of her head against my chest.
What the fuck? Did Marcus know about this?
I knew Madison had worked as a contract killer for Charlotte—the body count that she, Alexis, and Chyler had left behind, but this… this was something else. This wasn’t some job assignment she was coming home from—not when she looked so disconnected from the present; from herself.
“You can let me go. I can take care of myself.” She pulled away from me with a weak smile, the hollow side of her slowly fading away. That smile expressed everything she was too ashamed to say—a smile I knew all too well.
“Then why did you come here? Why not go home?” I felt myself getting angry with her. The same hot and cold bullshit I had to deal with when it came to Amber and now her.
Why couldn’t I just catch a break for once?
“Because you and Marcus both have something I need.” My brows furrowed as I shook my head, not understanding what she meant. “Sex, Dean.” She giggled at my silence and confusion as if this was all just some game to her. “I need you to fuck me—make it all stop.” Her voice was breathless as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her body up against me, her lips just barely grazing mine.
“Madison—”
“I need this. Don’t make me beg.”
I could feel the tears in her voice and struggled to find the resistance to deny what she wanted in her emotionally vulnerable state.
“Fuck.” I sighed heavily before claiming her mouth with mine and backing her up against the tile wall, my hands pressed on either side of her head, caging her in.
Madison tugged my soaked T-shirt up, running her hands along my stomach and sides, feeling her way around until she reached the waistband of my sweatpants. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping it around my hard length as she moaned into my mouth and started stroking me.
I kissed my way down her body, starting with her neck and collarbone, lifting her shirt off before descending further down. I gripped her pants, pulling them down with me as I dragged my mouth along her stomach and nipped at her hip.
After removing her clothes, I stood back to full height, lifting one of her thighs and wrapping it around my waist as I slid myselfinside of her, digging my fingers into her ass cheek and slamming her against the wall with every thrust.
Madison latched on to me, her mouth sucking on my neck as her nails dragged themselves down my shoulders and biceps.
I could feel her cunt squeezing itself like a vice around me as I pressed my forehead into the crook of her neck, pounding into her harder as my balls began to tighten and my breaths quickened.
“Let go, darling.” I breathed against her skin, dragging my lips up the side of her neck to her ear. “I’ll always have you.”
I didn’t know what came over me to say those words to her, but there was no lie behind them. Like Marcus, I wanted her, no matter how many pieces she came in.
I felt her shatter around me as she screamed and cried into my shoulder. My climax burst through me a few thrusts after, filling her with my cum before I collapsed against her and the wall, the cool tiles pressing into my hot and flushed skin.
When she pulled away, releasing her mouth from me, she locked eyes with mine, her warm, breathless pants kissing my wet skin.
