Page 66 of Cadence
The statement hits hard, not because it takes something from me, but because he did. And I loved every second of it.
And even now, even angry that I’ve caught him, I want to be broken again.
He lifts his other arm, bringing it up behind his head, abs flexing, every part of him tight and on display. My eyes trace the veins bulging beneath his skin. He’s sin made of flesh, desire carved out of bone and muscle.
Catching my eyes, he smirks, infuriatingly beautiful for someone so emotionally unavailable. So perfectly, deliciously untouchable. He cocks his head, eyes flicking to my hand, then back up, daring me.
“I bet you’re dripping just watching me.”
The fucking nerve of this man. Not only for saying this, but for being right.
I should walk away, should call him out for turning this into a game where I’m always the one losing control. But instead, I meet his gaze and flick the button on my jeans, letting my hand slip beneath the waistband. Not for him. For me and this ache I’ve had all day.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he purrs, enjoying every second of this. “You’re soaked.”
“I hate you,” I whisper half-heartedly, hand sliding into my panties and feeling just how right he is as I find my clit and press down. The relief is instant, and I moan, my other hand flying back to brace against the dresser as pleasure radiates through me.
“No, you don’t.” His breaths grow ragged over the sound of his strokes speeding up. “You hate that I didn’t give you more that day in the studio when you were begging for it. You hate that I’m not doing it now.”
“I didn’t beg,” I pant as I plunge a finger inside, my teeth biting into my lower lip to smother a moan.
“Maybe not with your words,” he says, his smirk filthy. “But your body did. The way you fucked my hand like a needy little slut, knowing the guys could’ve come back into the studio and saw you through the window. How you know they could come back any minute now and find you here like this.”
A cry tears from my lips, the image turning me on more than I ever imagined, as I circle my clit with slow and steady precision, my body building with desire and the need to be filled by him. I add a second finger, my knees shaking.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” he groans. “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna come knowing I’m right here watching?”
He leans forward, bracing one arm on the bed, eyes never leaving the place where my hand disappears.
“Fuck, I can’t stop imagining how tight you’d feel around my cock while you make those fucking noises.”
My head tips back, eyes fluttering shut, pleasure spiking. “Maddox…”
“Open your eyes,” he commands, voice rough and desperate. “I want you looking at me when you come. I want your face imprinted on the back of my fucking eyelids.”
I obey, my vision blurring with need. My hips rock against my hand, small shudders wracking my body as I rocket closer to the finish line. He’s off the bed before I even realize he’s moved, towering in front of me. I stare at his cock, thick and flushed and leaking, so close that I could drop to my knees and finally taste him.
I whimper, torn between raw need and stubborn pride, because if he asked, I’d kneel for Maddox Knox.
Not until he gets on his for me first.
A deep and guttural noise rips from Maddox, his strokes speeding up as he brings his hand to his mouth and spits, fuckingspitsinto his palm, spreading it over himself, forearm flexing, hair wild, his hand working in fast, messy strokes. He’s devastatingly gorgeous. And all for me.
“Fuck, Paige,” he groans, my name reverent and ruined, right before he breaks.
His hand slams down on mine as he leans forward, hips jerking, cock pulsing thick, white ropes of cum that stripe his abs as his body convulses. With his forehead pressing to mine, he milks himself through his orgasm, his breathing shaky.
Then he straightens, our eyes locking, before his fingers dip into the mess on his stomach, bringing them to my lips, dragging them across the seam.
“Open,” he says, the word laced with possession.
And I do. Because this isn’t some power play or surrender. This is mine,mychoice, and I want to see the exact moment his cocky mask slips when I lick him clean.
His thumb slides in, and I suck greedily, tasting salt and musk, and it’s too much. Too intimate.
Toohim.
My orgasm hits me seconds later, and I bite down, moaning around him as my body shatters beneath my fingertips. My back arches, my knees give out, and Maddox’s hand clamps down on my hips, holding me steady as I ride my fingers, curling them deep, fucking myself harder, riding out every brutal wave.
