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Madison was mine whether she acknowledged it or not, and I wanted nothing more than to serve her from my knees—fuck, I’d go as far as worship.
Chapter 4
Madison
"Adrian…Stop.”Igaspedas I struggled under his grip, my hands wrapped around his wrist and nails digging into his skin. “I can’t—I can’t breathe.” His hand gripped my throat, squeezing tightly as he buried his cock deep inside of me.
I dug my nails even deeper into his skin, clenching my jaw from the pain, pleasure, and lack of oxygen.
“Beg, sweetheart.” He purred, loosening his grip only enough so that I could respond, my head swimming from the high.
“Pl—ease. Adrian.” I gasped as my eyes watered with the strain, and tears spilled down the sides of my cheeks.
He was always so rough, so demanding, as he fucked me like I was nothing more than his plaything.
Adrian’s fingertips dug into my hips, and I hissed from the pain as he bruised me, marking me like he did every single time he was inside me—a bruise here, a scar there. He had made me a slut for his fucked up form of torture,branding me as his on a level far deeper than skin.
“Who do you belong to?” His breaths quickened as he reached the edge, preparing to finish before I even had a chance to catch up.
“Y—you.” I whimpered, well aware that he wasn’t going to let me come this time.
He was fucking me for his pleasure, not mine. It’s why he was being as rough as he was—not like he’d ever been gentle.
Adrian never made love—he fucked, the only way he knew how to—by causing pain—and I ate it up like the starved whore that I was. He owned me, and I was a broken woman because of it. Adrian held the shattered pieces of my heart in the palm of his hand as he glued it back together with his black venom tar—molding me into his fucked up little monster.
When I felt him come, I groaned with dissatisfaction, tears free-flowing from my eyes at what burned deep inside of me—the sheer desperation of not finding release—acceptance that I would always be his little fuck toy.
“You’re pretty when you come, sweetheart, but you should see just how radiant you look when you can’t. All that pent-up aggression and rage, eating you alive from the inside out.” He released my throat to drag a knuckle down my tear-streaked face, and I felt my insides turn to acid with the touch. “You’re going to be my most prized possession,Madison.”
Imissedmysister.Chyler had been gone for months, and it was starting to take its toll on me.
While Alexis and I had developed a close bond over the years, she wasn’t Chyler, and I needed that connection now more than ever. It took me weeks of kicking, screaming, and threatening Atlas to let me have some form of communication with her.
I understood why they separated and alienated us from one another—to cover their asses due to Charlotte’s fuck up and to ensure that we weren’t about to go on another murder spree while they had us in their grasp.
As far as I was concerned, I was done being someone’s murderous bitch for hire. I had been doing it for far too long, and honestly, I needed a break—the bonus was now having more time to fuck around with Marcus.
I always ragged on Chyler for her off-switch, but the truth was, she was the reason mine always stayed on. I had to be the big sister she never had—the family she lost, and in doing so, I couldn’t be the one to lose control. But now I could feel that sanity slowly slipping through my fingers.
Adrian broke me in so many ways while we were together, and I never disclosed the true extent of our relationship to her. We were the perfect couple in the eyes of Alexis and Chyler—even though they hated him. But behind closed doors, I was nothing more than a twisted tool of manipulation and destruction.
He was always so desperate for power and control. I should have been grateful to escape the monster lurking underneath his beautiful exterior. Still, Adrian had groomed me into wanting him, tofeel as though he was the only man who could fulfill my needs and keep my impulses in check—the impulses he created.
Adrian made me crave him like a drug—begging for him to fuck me day and night until I could no longer feel. He became my only escape, the reason my aggression remained buried unless he wanted it to come out and play.
Chyler had a switch, and I had Adrian.
Pulling my phone from my scrubs, I scrolled through my last text thread with Chyler, wishing I could hear her voice instead of just reading her words.
Me: How much longer?
Chyler: Maybe a month at the most. I know… I miss you too. How’s Lex?
Me: No idea. I’m pretty sure she’s been busy terrorizing Derek and the CIA while working with Eli. I’m not her babysitter, Chy.
Marcus had mentioned to me a few times that Alexis was becoming problematic, and I shrugged it off; there wasn’t anything I could do to control her.
Chyler: No, but you’re her sister. It would help if you were still looking out for her.
