leans closer. “I am waiting for the perfect moment, the moment where you trust me so much that you never see the bite coming.”
My heart beats fast in my chest as I stare him down. He wants to hurt me. “You bit that girl in front of me to remind me of my place in your life, didn’t you?”
“No,” he grits out, but the way his jaw tightens and he looks away tells me I’m bang on. “You are saying this all now and killing more people because you need to push me away because you worry I’m going to hurt you.”
Silence drifts between us, and I never stop looking at him. Eventually, he turns to me, the rage and anger in his eyes only proves my own point to me. “I pushed you away because I am fucking bad for you. I will destroy you, Riona.”
“Isn’t that my choice to make?” I ask. Part of me knows I’m leaving this island, leaving him soon, and I want to take every second we have and embrace it. He doesn’t know that though, but I struggle to see how he plans on destroying me. He did that the first moment he kissed me, destroying me for any other man. “Maybe I like you, Maddox. Maybe that sheer fact scares you.”
“Fuck,” he mutters and moves quick, picking me up off my seat and shoving everything off the table before he kisses me, sitting my ass on the edge of the table. His lips devour mine with every moment, his tongue exploring my mouth and driving me crazy with every stroke.
I feel alive when he kisses me. I feel perfect.
And that is so dangerous for my betraying heart.
But Maddox doesn’t give me a second to think about us, he only makes me want him, want everything he can give me. He kisses down my jaw, digging his hands into my hair at the same time he grinds into me.
“Make them leave,” I breathlessly plead. He pauses and pushes me down on the table and looks up. He doesn’t say a word, but I hear them walking out of the room, and the sound of dragging lets me know they are taking the body with them.
“I’m still hungry,” he murmurs, running his hands down my body, cupping my breasts. He rips at the dress, splitting it down the middle and leaving me completely bare to him.
“Then bite me. Just me, Maddox. No one else,” I demand of him. “Promise me.”
His eyes find mine as he runs a finger up my slit, and I moan as he gently presses on my clit. He lifts his finger, licking the wetness off. “Agreed. Recently I’ve been thinking you’d make a good queen. You know how to bargain.”
“I will never be your queen, Maddox,” I whisper, meaning every word as he undoes his trousers and pushes them down. He grabs my hips, pulling my ass to the end of the table and lining himself up.
“We will see,” he groans as he pushes inch by inch into me, filling me perfectly as he always does. I moan, arching my back as he thrusts hard into me, and each thrust feels like a punishment for resisting him, for not giving him everything he wants. Maddox lifts me up, staying inside me as he carries me to his seat and sits down. “Roll your hips.”
Following his instruction, I roll my hips, and he meets my thrusts, both of us slowly losing control. Just as I’m getting close, he turns my head to the side and places his lips against my neck. I speed up my hips, grinding harder against him as his thumb moves to my clit. At the same time, he sinks his teeth into my neck and rubs my clit, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me over the edge into a blinding orgasm. Pure pleasure courses through my body as Maddox groans against my neck, the pleasure indescribable as I moan, digging my nails into his biceps. He thrusts harder into me with every second, stretching the pleasure, and then I feel him still, his hot come filling me.
He softly pulls his teeth from my neck and leans back, cupping my cheek. He kisses me, forcing me to taste my own blood as he is still inside of me.
“You taste like a goddess,” he whispers to me, brushing the words against my lips. “You were sent here to destroy me. I know it.”
“Maybe we were meant to