Page 136 of Maddox
Is she for real right now?
“I don’t have anything to wear, and I can’t wash the same thing every day,” she mumbles at her feet.
Frozen, I stare at the top of her head, my eyes dropping to the pulse in her throat before I swallow the rage pressing at my own and say, “Wear Draven’s.”
Yeah, my fingers ache to pull her close so I can shake the shit out of her. Fucking…clothes.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, and I pause, a slow whoosh rushing through my ears.
When my vision narrows, I step back and bellow, “Whatever! Figure it the fuck out. I’m not your damn maid.”
For a minute, we stare at each other, and I ignore her pretty tits practically heaving in my face before she slams her palm against my chest and hisses, “You’re such a fucking jerk.”
My dick stiffens at her spicy attitude which only ratchets my rage, and I grab her wrist, saying, “Yeah, well, you’re a nagging bitch!”
Her arms drop away, and I eye that slow wobble to her lip before she catches it between her teeth.
When we lock eyes again, I take in those glistening orbs before pulling her down the hall as I mutter, “Fuck!”
After busting through the door to my bedroom, I push her before me and stalk to the dresser, stacking a bunch of items haphazardly in my arms, before I thrust them at her and sneer, “Here. You’re okay with wearing my shit.Right?”
Delaney
My cheeks bloom with utter mortification at his words but it’s the tiny smirk that lifts the side of his mouth which pushes me further off the edge.
I’ve lost, I know this. Maddox Montgomery will never look at me and not see his poor mother.
Right or wrong, good or bad, it’s reality.
I can’t breathe through the knowledge that the one person I found hope with will be my end. I don’t want to be the cause of his pain while simultaneously I want him to be willing to bleed for me.
How fucked up is that?
Either way, I have to get myself out of this mess and walk before we ruin each other. Until then, I guess I want him to see me and not the woman who haunts his dreams.
Yes, I am that fucking selfish, which is why, I slam my hands into the pile and smile when it falls to the floor.
“Sorry,” I sing-song and his eyes widen.
We stare at each other for a second before he growls and picks me up, pushing me against the wall.
Our mouths meet in a grinding mash of hate filled lust. It hurts but it feels stupid good as I wrap my legs around his waist and arch into the ridge of his dick.
When I whimper, he pulls away and drops me to the floor. While I battle a surge of disappointment that drops to shock, he grabs the collar of my t-shirt and rips it in two.
Oh. My. God.
Hastily, I pull my arms from the remnants of fabric and meet his lips once more as he fumbles with my jeans before shoving them down my legs.
In a last moment of sanity, I remove my bra and panties while he sees to his jeans before he picks me up and slams into me.
It burns, of course it does. I’m still practically a virgin but the wild look in his eyes as he pumps into me creates my own need.
I like knowing that I bring him to his proverbial knees. When we’re like this, he’s not snarling his hate. We’re just two people fucking.
Wrapping my legs around his waist once more, I press my back against the floor and arch into him, a thrill rushing through me when his nostrils flare and he grabs my hips.
My back bounces off the carpet with every thrust and I follow his gaze to where he’s pumping inside of me.
