Eight
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“You tricked me.”
I glared at Maddix as the anger I’d almost thought I’d lost resurfaced. Fury rose inside me, pushing me off the bench to my feet.
“I did.” There was no remorse in his voice. He smiled, pleased with what he’d done.
I hoped he could feel my disgust when I looked at him.
“You really are the worst. I wish I’d never met you.”
I tried to storm off to get to my clothes, but he stepped around the bench and grabbed my arm. I shook my arm. He stepped in front of me, pushing me until the backs of my thighs hit the bench.
I let out a sound of frustration. Tired of him manhandling me. Tired of him constantly having the upper hand. Tired of wanting him nevertheless. He was way too close now. And I’d have to be blind not to recognize that dark hunger in his eyes and what it meant.
“That’s a lie, Angela.” His voice was silk wrapping around my name. “Meeting me and being here today is the most memorable experience you’ll have in your life.”
He leaned down and kissed me, stifling the razor sharp retort on my tongue. I beat my hand against his chest and twisted my face away from him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close against him. This way my fists made little impact against his muscular chest.
He slid a hand up to tangle his fingers in my hair. He held me still, staring into my eyes. Then he bent his head, his intent clear. I was too restricted to move when his firm lips touched mine. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move either.
He pulled my lower lip into his warm mouth, sucking it. His tongue slipped past into my mouth and whatever fight I had in me left on a whimper.
He loosened his hold on me, dragging his hand down my back to cup my butt. My skin was still so sensitive from the paddle, but I shivered in pleasure feeling his hand on me.
I’d stopped trying to push him away. My fingers bunched into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer as Maddix kissed me. The scratchy feel of his shaved jaw and his delicious, clean scent made me giddy.
This was insane. One moment I was in a blind rage from the things he’d done. The next moment I wanted him more than anything. More than my next breath.
Maddix moved his hands between my legs where I burned for him. Where I was wet just for him. He found my clit and rubbed it in slow lazy circles.
“Open your legs,” he ordered in a gruff voice. And I did as he asked. He sank his hand lower, parting my slit, pushing a finger deep inside me.
I moaned into his mouth, rising up on my toes when he pushed a second finger into me. I dug my fingernails into his shirt. As soon as he moved his fingers in me, I knew I would come soon.
His fingers still coiled in my hair, he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his greedy kisses. He dragged his lips down my neck, the feathery touch making me tremble as he fucked me with his fingers. His lips covered where my pulse beat erratically and sucked. His moist tongue lapped there.
I didn’t realize he was pushing me back onto the bench until I felt the press of the leather. He pulled his fingers from me to lift my legs properly on the bench. Then he climbed up onto it, bent over me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He dragged his hand down over my waist and hip. He slipped his hand back between my legs and plunged his fingers into my wet heat.
I took immense pleasure in his reverent tone. His mouth came down on my breast, lapping and twirling a tongue over my nipple. My hands flew to his head, holding him there. I writhed as my orgasm came closer and closer.
He moved his mouth up over mine, our lips not quite touching. He stroked me faster. I lifted my hips, a long moan escaping me as I came on his fingers.
Maddix pulled his fingers from me and stuck them in his mouth, licking off my juices. He bent and pressed a kiss to my chest, between my breasts. He moved down my body, planting a hot kiss along the way, his gaze fixed on mine.
When he was between my legs, he spread them wider, opening me to him. His greedy gaze made my breath falter. I sucked in a deep breath when he pressed his mouth to my pussy.
I cried out and raised my hips for more.
“Maddix…”
I shut my eyes, but I felt his gaze on me. His sinuous tongue parted me and found my clit. He covered that tight bead with his hot, wet mouth and sucked it. I ground my hips against his mouth, reaching down to fist his hair.
“Oh god…”
“Pinch your nipples for me, Angela,” he ordered.
I lifted my hand away from his hair and did as he said. I pulled and pinched the hard nubs in time with every one of Maddix’s licks. Heat swept through me, a tightening sensation right where Maddix’s mouth tasted me.
“Maddix… Maddix…” I cried out as I came, gasping and breathless.
He straightened, watching me with satisfaction.
“Sit up and undress me.”
I sat up and moved to my knees, shuffling toward the edge of the bench where he stood. The insides of my thighs were wet from my come and even though I was lightheaded from bliss, I still ached for him. Still wanted his cock inside me.
My hands shook as I undid the buttons on his shirt. Not out of fear, but out of eagerness to have him. He peeled his shirt from his body, revealing a rock hard torso with mouth watering definition. He looked like if he were lovingly sculpted by a patient artist from stone.
He let out a harsh breath when I dragged my hands over his defined abdomen, down to his belt. I quickly undid it and the button and zipper on his jeans. They fell from his hips, leaving him in just his black boxers.
The front of his boxers had a noticeable tent. I reached for it, stroking his length through the material. He groaned and sank his fingers into my hair. I pulled his underwear off his hips and they slid to the floor, revealing him.
Fuck. He was huge. Long and thick, so hard, the veins curling along his length stood out. I coiled my fingers around his impossible girth, loving the soft hiss he made when I stroked him.
I wanted to taste him. I bent when he tugged on my hair to stop me. He slipped a hand under my chin and tilted my face to meet his gaze.
He smiled. “Another time. What I want to do is sink into you, Angela. I need to fuck you. Turn around and bend over.”
I needed him to fuck me too. So badly that I didn’t hesitate following his order. I turned and leaned down, presenting myself for Maddix. For him to take me however he wanted.
He moved a hand between my leg, rubbing my pussy, parting my slit. Then he slid his hand up to that pucker between my cheeks, circling it with the wetness he’d collected from my pussy. I reared up in shock. I’d never let any guy there. And what surprised me the most was how good just that bit of contact felt.
“Wait… Maddix!”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss against my neck.
“That’s for another time as well.”
He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees. I felt the press of the head of his cock against my entrance. Moaning, I wiggled, pushing it in me a little. Maddix grabbed my hips and rammed into me with a grunt, shoving me forward. I made a choking gasp sound. I’d never been entered so violently. Never knew I’d love the feeling of being entirely filled so suddenly with cock.
He slid his hands over my skin, pulling out of me just a bit before sliding back into me in slower thrusts. I rocked back against him in time with his thrusts, moaning when he cupped one of my breasts in his big hand and squeezed it. He twirled my nipple between his fingers, plucking it. His other hand gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
His strokes increased in speed and in strength. He pounded into me with hard, deep thrusts that pushed me closer to the edge.
“Yes… yes… fuck…” punctuated every thrust into me. The harder he fucked me, the more I loved it. I’d always been treated like some precious princess by other guys. Most likely because I was a mayor’s daughter.
But Maddix was not gentle. Maddix knew I liked it like this.
Rough.
Hard.
Desperate.
He knew me more than I knew myself.
I gave myself over when my climax came for me. I threw my head back, my whole body frozen yet trembling uncontrollably as heat so intense burned me inside and out. A long open-mouthed groan came out of me, until I couldn’t make a sound, just soft breathy gasps.
“Fuck.” Maddix groaned. He decreased his thrust to short strokes as my pussy squeezed him. Then he slid out of me, turning me to face him because I was too weak to do it myself. He kissed me deeply, his tongue twisting with mine passionately. “That was fucking beautiful.”
He sat on the bench, pulling me on top of his lap. His cock, still hard and hot was trapped between us. It felt incredibly intimate to be this close to him. To look into his face and meet his gaze. I dragged my fingers along his jaw, over his lips, amazed by the hunger in his gaze. It was all for me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I moved my hips, sliding my wetness along his length. His cock twitched, and he groaned. My knees were on either side of him on the bench. I rose on my knees and reached for his cock, moving it against my entrance. Holding his gaze, I sank onto his length. My lips parted on a soft sigh of pleasure feeling him deep inside me.
He claimed my mouth in another deep, fervent kiss, swallowing my moan as I rode him. He wrapped his hands around me, both hands grabbing and squeezing my ass. He groaned into my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin and making it tingle.
“I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to make you mine,” he growled.
“Yes… Maddix… I want you to come inside me…”
He got harder as I rode him and he bounced me on his cock, harder and faster. I squeezed his length, cupped his face and kissed him. He returned my kiss, groaning into my mouth as he came inside me. The warmth of his come, and the sounds he made as he lost control made me heady, pushing me to the finish. I trembled, gasping out his name until I was too breathless to say another word.
After our breathing had returned to normal levels, I climbed off Maddix. I didn’t know what to say to him. Couldn’t even look at him. He told me where his bathroom was so I could clean up and get dressed. I fled for it without a second thought.
It took several attempts before I felt ready to open the door and face him. He didn’t seem as awkward about our encounter as me. I returned to the room where we took the photos, and he was still naked.
Heat burned the tips of my ears. His nakedness made me aware of the soreness on my bottom and between my legs. My body would remember tonight for a long time, I knew.
I did my best to keep my eyes on his face as I asked him the question I should have asked before all this had started.
“What are you going to do with those pictures?”
He smiled. “You’ll see soon enough.”
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And soon enough I did.
So did everyone in Melbrooke City. Including my father.
“Why would you embarrass me like this, Angela?” my father shouted at me through the phone.
For the past year it had seemed he’d forgotten my number since he never called or text. Except he’d magically remembered how to contact me now he had a reason to curse me out.
“Dad, I didn’t do this on purpose—”
“Even when you’ve been caught in the act, you still pretend you’re blameless! You should never have posed for those pictures. You’re naked, Angela! Naked! Now everyone in Melbrooke thinks you’re nothing but a slut!”
I gripped the phone, tears burning in my eyes. I didn’t know where to direct my anger the most. At Maddix for putting those pictures of me on exhibit at an art gallery. At that journalist who ran the news article about the gallery showing of the pictures. Or at my dad for always viewing me as an embarrassment and disappointment in his life.
“You know what, Dad? I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck what your precious citizens of Melbrooke think. And I’m done giving a fuck what you think of me.”
“Show some respect! Don’t talk to me like that, you ungrateful—”
I ended the call with a shaking finger and blocked his number. Soon enough, I’d get calls from my mother siding with him. Maybe from my sister, Adrianne, asking why did I continue being such a fuck up to our parents.
I tried to contact Maddix, but he didn’t answer. All day I waited for him to call or even text. To give me an explanation of why he’d ruined my life.
With the popularity of the news, I was too afraid to go outside. Instead, I called in sick from work and avoided the numerous calls I got from strange numbers. When I listened to the voicemails, I was surprised to learn some were from established modelling agencies interested in my work.
“I think the pictures were amazing,” said Julia. Hers was the only call I was willing to take. Or Maddix’s if the asshole bothered to try. “Even though you were naked, it’s obvious it wasn’t meant to be sexual. It’s like I was seeing a different side of you. Something intimate and personal. Evocative. So much anger and frustration. Helplessness.” She breathed out, her voice becoming small. “It spoke to me. I can relate to those feelings. Especially with my mom being sick. It’s nerve wracking trying to save her.”
I was stunned. I’d never considered others would view the pictures in a positive light. My father’s anger and extreme disapproval had made me believe they were disgusting and ought not to be seen. That I should be ashamed of them.
“You should be proud,” she said. “I always knew you should be a model. I used to think more in the traditional fashion sense. But I prefer these. Who took them?”
I bit my lip, hesitating on whether to tell her about Maddix. As I was about to tell her the truth, she swore out loud.
“Gotta run. My break is over and they get snippy if I take extra time. Catch up later?”
“Sure.”
After we hung up, I looked at the photos again online with fresh eyes. Instead of anger and shame, I tried to see what Julia saw.
Maddix had developed them in black and white, the lighting above me highlighting my body. In none of the pictures was I bared vulgarly, but my breasts and my mons were visible in a few of the shots.
One hand, I recognized that it was me. Yet it shocked me it was me in those pictures. It seemed like a completely different Angela. How had Maddix seen that? How had he known how to capture that side of me that not even I knew existed?
Late at night just as I was considering heading to bed, I heard a knock at my door. I went to it, peering through the peephole to see Maddix standing on the other side.
I opened the door. We gazed at each other in silence.
Wordlessly, he reached into his jacket pocket and took out an envelope. Then he handed it to me.
“Open it.”
I took it and opened the envelope. Inside was a check for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars made out to me.
I looked up at him again in amazement. He answered my question before I could ask it.
“Several of your photos were bought. That’s the earnings for the purchases.” He smiled. “Should be enough to help pay for your friend’s mother’s surgery.”
I stared at the number there. I’d earned this. I’d done the work for it… and other things afterward. I could help Julia with this and still have enough left over to restart my life in the right direction.
I gripped the envelope and met Maddix’s gaze again. I pursed my lips.
“If you expect me to say thanks, then forget it. I still think you’re an asshole.”
His eyes brimmed with amusement. He stepped into my apartment, shutting the door behind him before pulling me in for a kiss.
“That’s OK. I know what needs to be done to bring out your gratitude.”
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