Page 33 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
Did I think about Sampson’s dark voice, Otto’s sweet touch and Hendrick’s filthy mouth? Absolutely.
Did I regret it? Not the shower rub, but this whole fucking circus? No. And that was the scariest part of all.
Self destruction could be such a fucking beautiful way to go.
Chapter18
Otto
Aviva still wasn’t speaking to Hendrick when she emerged from the bedroom she’d chosen. Sampson gave us a confident look, but she looked flushed. He’d taken her to the London bookstore, this Iron Nautilus, and I guess she wanted to get it out of the way. I hoped she wanted to stay in London for a couple of days at least, because I hadn’t been here in years.
Maybe she just wanted to find this guy, this Nemo, and get away from us as fast as possible.
That kind of hurt but I didn’t blame her.
Hendrick was tapping his finger on the glass dining table that seated twelve. Jonathan the Butler had left for the moment to get our evening meal organized. It was just me and Hendrick left in this big, empty penthouse, and the silence was going to kill me.
“We should talk about what we’re going to do after this. It's obvious that these grand shows of wealth are making her uncomfortable.”
“I don’t want to sleep in a bed bug-infested shithole either.”
I gave him a droll look. “Drix, there’s a huge leap between six thousand pounds a night and a charge-by-the-hour brothel.” Hendrick just shrugged, his mind obviously elsewhere. I’d known him long enough to know what was at the end of this spiral. “Take your meds, Drix.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but stood up and went to the bathroom. I heard the rattle of a pill bottle and the running of the tap. Hendrick might be stubborn as fuck about a lot of things, but he knew the meds made him better. Returning, he stared down at me, and I knew that wild energy in his eyes. It meant we were about to fight or fuck. Sometimes, if we didn’t do either, shit went bad. It wasn’t a hardship; my dick was already hard at the thought of that crazy fucking.
He continued to stare down at me. “Why doesn’t she like me? Most girls would be crawling all over my dick by now.”
“Because you’re an asshole and she has more brain cells than your usual conquests,” I quipped back, and laughed as he launched himself at me. The couch gave an ominous creak but held. He threw a soft punch at my ribs, and I wiggled out from underneath him.
However, Hendrick was quick, and he had his thighs locked tight around my hips and his forearm across my throat before we could make it to the ground. I tapped his arm and he pressed a little tighter, making my dick harder, before releasing pressure.
“Seriously, Otto? Why?”
“You’re everything that nice, middle class girls are trained to resent. You're rich. You're entitled—”
“My father has beaten me within an inch of my life several times over the years.”
I shrug. “She doesn’t know that. She just sees you drop a small fortune on a hotel room, basically confirming all the shit drummed into her by the media since she could walk.” I paused. “Do you want her to like you? I mean, like you for more than your dick?”
This was new. Hendrick had been obsessed with girls before, but they were always just a game to him. He didn’t really care about their feelings. Once the challenge was over, he moved on. It was what I assumed he’d do with Aviva too.
He shrugged again and gripped my chin. Then he launched himself at me, kissing me hard and wild. It was always like this, right before he crashed. It might be in a month, or days, or even hours. Sampson had taunted me once, said I was acting as a bandaid for all the gaping, festering damage that was hiding away inside Hendrick. As a way for him to fuck out his demons before he self-destructed.
I was surprisingly okay with that.
He was still straddling my hips, but as he leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against my stomach.
“What, are you topping me today?” I teased. I mean, it did happen, but most of the time I was top. He liked to be out of control, liked to feel punished, and while logically I knew that was a little fucked up given his childhood, we were all a little fucked up. So who was I to judge?
He ground his dick into me and grinned. “I think I might. You have a problem with that?”
As an answer to his question, I grabbed the back of his head and dragged him down for another kiss. No, a kiss made it sound like something sweet and soft. In reality, Hendrick fucked my mouth with his, and I loved it.
I moved my hands down to his waist, unbuckling and unbuttoning his jeans quickly so I could pull them out of the way. Hendrick was fucking beautiful, and he knew it. He worked out a lot, running every morning in the gym until he was exhausted. Maybe tomorrow we could run on the streets of London, since he wouldn’t have to worry about his security detail for now.
All thoughts of running fled my brain when I circled my hand around his cock and he thrust into it, his mouth not relenting for a minute. It was like he didn’t need to breathe, but I definitely did. I broke off the kiss so I could peel his shirt up over his head.
And then he was naked, and I could only stare at the beauty of him. It was like this every time, really. I knew I loved him, and it was hard to deny when I held his cock in my hand. When he’d taken my virginity, I’d taken his too. I knew just as much about what pleased him as I did about myself.
