Page 138 of Maddox
I’m sure it’s no secret what we just did because Delaney was not quiet. Nope she was gloriously fucking loud in her need.
I just fucked her to completion and my dick is already hard for round two. I want to go back in there and get her off so many fucking times that she’ll never be satisfied with any other dick but mine.
The thought makes me pause and I stagger to the wall, envisioning her pretty pale skin, rosy from my touch.
No. Fucking no.
I was so fucking out of it that I didn’t pull out, not to mention using a condom which I always do. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have beeninsideher.
Fuck me but the taste of her sweet mouth is still on my lips when I pass Romeo, who glances over his shoulder with a smirk.
Ignoring him, I stop in the living room and close my eyes. She felt so fucking good…but she’s, my enemy. She’s my fuckingenemy.
“You okay, bro?” Romeo says and I swing toward him, curling my fingers into my palms.
To my shame, I fucked her and ran from that room like my ass was on fire. Enemy or not, that was a dick move.
I can’t go back though. I have to think of my family and Delaney will find her way. We just have to figure out what the fuck is going on so she can go…wherever.
“Maddox?” he says, and I eye the fucking curl to his lip.
He’s my brother so I’m trying to respect that relationship. His time is coming though if he doesn’t back the fuck off of Delaney, except I have no fucking right to care.
She’s nothing to me, less than nothing.
So, why do I keep coming back for more?
Because she’s there and she pisses me the fuck off. I can’t beat this pull between us, so I might as well fuck her.
Delaney
Once he’s slammed from the room, I fumble around until I have everything but my shirt on.
Staring at the remnants of fabric, I glance at the clothes Maddox produced that now lie on the floor before shaking my head.
I’ll be damned if I wear anything of his. Instead, I step into the hallway in my bra only to pause when MaddoxandRomeo look up from where they were conferring down the hall.
When did Romeo get here?
“Put on some fucking clothes,” Maddox barks while I ignore Romeo and how awkward this is.
My limbs still tremble from our violent coming together but my soul aches for what will forever be lost.
Either way, I’m not giving in and with a silent sigh, I start to walk toward them, with the intent of proving my point.
“Del–” Maddox starts, and I shake my head.
“I don’t have any,” I growl, gratified when he rears back.
Once again, my victory is short lived because he stalks toward me, blocking Romeo’s view and says, “Get your ass back down that hall and put something on before I do it for you.”
He’s so dangerously calm that a shiver rolls down my spine and I avert my gaze as I say, “Romeo?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
When Maddox’s eyes narrow, I almost back down but I can’t. I won’t. Maybe we will never be anything more than enemies but I’m not a weak ass bitch.
Besides, he already hates me. I might as well prove my point and push the bastard away before he breaks me which is why I put that final nail in the coffin and ask, “Can I borrow your shirt?”
