to expose herself to me. She’s so damn perfect . . . dripping with her arousal and her tight little ass right there for me to claim for the first time. I’m tempted, so fucking tempted . . . but she’s got me so wound up I’m not in control. I’d hurt her, and I can’t allow that. Instead, I open my pants and push them down, taking my cock in hand and slapping her ass cheeks with it before tracing it over her wet pussy. “Mmm . . . I need you hard, rough, so I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy this time. But this ass is mine.” I emphasize the promise by grabbing a handful of her ass in each of my hands and squeezing hard, loving the way my fingers create little divots in her lush curves.
“Oh, my G—” Madison says, but her words turn into a long gasp as I drive my cock all the way in, grabbing the T-shirt like a handle before thrusting hard over and over, knowing that she can take it.
Her perfect body takes it all as only Madison can, pushing back into me and challenging me, moving with me and turning my frustration and anger into something better. She makes it pure, sweet bliss as her pussy clenches around my cock and her moans fill my ears with her primal music. I pull on her shirt harder, and she squeezes around my cock, taking all of me in and sending tremors through my body.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” she moans, somehow knowing exactly what I need. “Oh, fuck, Scott. You’re gonna make me come again. Fill me up . . . just like that.”
Her dirty words add to the pleasure, and I smack Madison’s ass. She yelps, squeezing my cock and fucking me back just as hard.
I can’t last long, but I don’t need to. Madison’s wild underneath me, the two of us bucking and twisting, my cock grinding deep inside her. With a roar, I come, filling her body deep and hard. My balls ache, but the last of my pain and anger is pouring out of me, transformed into hope as Madison clenches her pussy around me and cries out my name, her body convulsing as she shatters too. I wonder if she feels as reborn as I do, like my whole world-view just fragmented and reformed into a new picture. One where it’s us as a couple, and my siblings and me are no longer competitors, but dare I say, friends. And my dad no longer has any control over any of it. But I don’t ask her, letting the possibility take seed in my mind.
Chapter 22
Scott
Daily Horoscope, October 30th
Scorpio - A good captain understands the truth: they are only in control of themselves. The ship is at the mercy of the wind and waves.
I know I should be analyzing the results from the European division because the new tax laws coming out of Brussels are driving a lot of people nuts. Danger Enterprises and me included.
But I can’t.
Ever since the gala, I’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions. True to her word, Olivia seems to have kept quiet about the fight because Dad hasn’t said a thing. So at least that’s a relief. Chase is basically ignoring my existence, which would usually be welcome, but Maddie’s words keep ringing in my head, and I wonder if there’s any way to repair so many years of damage between us. And the board hasn’t voted yet, which makes me antsy, ready to begin the real work of partnering with AlphaSystems.
All that work turmoil is settled when I’m with Maddie, though. She’s been spending more and more time at my place, and she even made a passing comment that made me think she’s considering moving in with me. Halle-fucking--lujah! Because the nights when I come home to an empty place are hell, a reminder of how much she means to me and that I need her with me, by my side, as much as possible.
I’m staring at the same line of text I’ve been reading for the last ten minutes when there’s a knock on my door, and I look up to see Robbie giving me a thumbs-up. “Good news, Boss Man.”
“What’s that?” I ask, pushing my keyboard aside and waving Robbie in. Fuck it, this is why we have accountants. They’re paid to know this tax law shit better than me, anyway.
Robbie helps himself to a seat.