Page 43 of Asphyxia
“What did she do to you?” Madison’s voice was muffled by the sound of the water hitting the tile floor of the shower. I didn’t even hear her enter the bathroom, let alone the rustle of pulling the shower curtain aside to let herself in.Where was Marcus? Did he send her in here?
“She took me for granted.” I sighed, my shoulders sagging from finally releasing everything I was denying. “I was always the problem that needed fixing; never giving her enough of what she needed, never being good enough for her—period. Everything was my fault, never hers. If I wasn’t with her twenty-four-seven, I was out cheating with some other woman.”
I knew I was as faithful as they came—a golden retriever. I would never even consider going behind my partner's back. Justthe thought alone of doing something so wrong made my stomach twist and turn sour.
Madison pressed her cold lips to my shoulder blade, peppering kisses along my back as her hand holding my cock started moving slowly up and down its length.
“Did you love her?”
I huffed a laugh in disbelief that she was asking me these kinds of questions while stroking me.
Did I love Amber?Yes—before shit hit the fan, and I realized I had to get myself out of that toxic excuse of a relationship. But did I love her now? No—and I never would again. Not even with a gun pointed at my head.
“The thing about love—” I paused, curling my hands into fists against the wall as I clenched my jaw with a deep groan, feeling Madison increase her pace, giving my cock a firm squeeze as she continued working it. “The thing about love is that it blinds us to obvious red flags… and even if we do see them, it’s easier to brush them off rather than face the reality that you fell for a monster in the first place.”
Madison told me she knew my pain, and I didn't believe her until last night when I saw the monster she had once fallen in love with.
I could feel my balls beginning to tighten as she drove me closer to the edge of salvation. Madison released my shoulder and ran her free hand up my spine, dragging her nails along the entire length of my back before firmly gripping the hair at the back of my head. She tugged the strands, forcing me to jerk my head back towardsher as she rose up on her tiptoes, soft lips meeting the shell of my ear.
“Let her go, babe.” Madison purred against my ear as my erratic breaths and deep moans filled the room, holding myself back as long as I could. “You don’t need her anymore. You’ve got me.”
With one last pump of her hand, I felt my climax burst through me, spilling my cum over the ceramic tiles. I groaned my release louder than I had ever done before, not giving a damn who could hear.
As I stood there panting, Madison released her hold on me, dipping under my arm and gripping my face in her palms. The white shirt she wore was drenched, clinging to her body like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Fuck she was stunning when soaking wet.
Madison peered up at me, standing between my arms with bright, comforting eyes. I didn’t waste any time bending forward to claim her mouth with mine—savoring the one thing I wanted in this life.
Words didn’t matter anymore, as I immediately dropped my hands to grip her thighs, picking Madison up and digging my fingers into her smooth skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I pressed her up against the wall, moaning into her mouth, begging for more of her.
Nothing compared to the feel and taste of this woman—no one compared.
I was in trouble, but I didn’t give a single fuck.
Chapter 21
Madison
Ifoundmyselfstandingin the middle of an empty room, my hands covered in blood—none of it mine, and there was no body in sight to claim it.
The knife I had held in my hand was now on the floor, soaked from tip to heel.
Monster. Psycho. Murderer.
“There she is.” His voice dripped with sweet, succulent honey as his footsteps grew nearer.
The smell of his burnt ash cologne incinerated my senses as it wrapped around me like a noose. “My Madison. My sweetheart.” Adrian.
Possession. Property. His.
I had forgotten how I got here and what I had supposedly done. Adrian always loved to play me like some sick game, switching me off for his fucked-up entertainmentwhen he was bored of handling business himself.
Poison. Venomous. Toxic.
“You always know exactly what to say to get what you want, don’t you, Adrian?” I uttered, my voice dissociated—hollow as I turned to face him. “Effortlessly feeding me your fucked up version of love on a silver spoon.”
Malice. Resentment. Vexation.
