Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He cupped her face and kissed her again. “I know how much trust it cost you to say that. I’ll never let you down. I don’t want to live without you, either.”
Madison smiled. In that moment, he was hers. She was his. And she hoped like hell that would never change. But she couldn’t shake the nagging fear that nothing about getting free so she could spend the rest of her life with Matt would ever be that simple.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cowboy hat pulled low, Matt stood on the curb outside the Dungeon of Discipline with Madison. After cooking up high-protein, low-carb calories for them both, they righted the bedroom, changing the sheets and putting away the play equipment, before setting the kitchen straight. He put the dungeon owner’s SUV in his private garage, then called for an Uber.
As they waited, Matt resisted the urge to pull Madison against his side and seal everything he felt for her with a kiss so she’d stop worrying about Todd Pershing.
None of that was happening. She fidgeted in the hot July night, pouring off nervous energy.
“Tell me why you’re anxious,” he said. “We already know that if Todd is at the apartment, he’s going to be an ass.”
“He is. I never expected him to let this go, but how much will he escalate?”
“This? Us spending the evening together? That was our agreement.”
Madison scoffed. “So? If Todd decides something doesn’t suit him, he’ll change the rules. And find new ways to come between us.”
Matt was already braced. “Try not to worry. Whatever he does, we’ll work it out.”
“He’ll do everything in his power to make sure we don’t. Mark my words.”
Since Todd had been an absolute rat bastard at every turn, Matt agreed.
“Look at me,” he demanded in the voice that always made her snap to submit. “Stay present with me. Listen to me. Talk to me. We’ll get through this. We’ll have next Thursday to tackle anything else he’s thrown at us, okay?”
She nodded. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to thank me, honey. We’re in this together.”
And after they’d spent the last few hours opening up about their feelings and needs, Matt was convinced down to his bones that their bond was stronger than ever.
“I hope so, because I apparently don’t have a choice,” she admitted, smiling wryly. “I can’t get enough of you. And I don’t just mean the sex—which is beyond amazing—but even if we’re just breathing together… It’s everything.”
After that admission, Matt hated that he couldn’t touch her on a public street except with his stare or his words. “You’re wrong. I’m the insatiable one, honey. I’m obsessed. I can’t look at you enough. I can’t hear your voice enough. I can’t even think about you enough. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
“Would it be awful if I said I’m glad you can’t get me out of your system?”
“No, because you’re not getting rid of me. And I’m so proud of you for being honest tonight. You trusted me with your feelings and your body, letting me push your boundaries. I can’t wait for next Thursday so we can do it again.” He clenched his fists, resisting an overwhelming urge to put his hands on her. “Fuck, I want you right now.”
“Again? You are insatiable.”
“When it comes to you, yeah. No one has ever made me feel this way. No one. And I hate that we have to leave here already. Goddamn Pershing, demanding that we’re back in his fucking cage by nine.”
“That’s Todd.”
Their car pulled up. As they climbed in the back of the long black Lincoln and drove away, all Matt could think about was the next time he would have Madison alone again.
To the quiet hum of the road, they sat, both with a hand on the supple leather of the seat between them, fingers mere inches apart. But the separation felt like miles.
At nine p.m. on the dot, they entered the penthouse. Just as they’d feared, Todd stood waiting, two feet from the portal. Venom spit from his eyes as he scanned Madison up and down. “Jesus, did you spend all day spreading your legs for the help? You look like you’ve been fucked half to death.”
Matt couldn’t disagree. She was heavy-lidded, her lips red and seductively swollen. Despite the fact her clothes were nothing special and she wore not a shred of makeup, she’d never looked more beautiful to him. He couldn’t be fucking prouder. Or feel any more possessive.
Todd’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Fresh rage turned his face red. “You will not leave this house again without a bra.”
“I didn’t.”
“Bullshit. You’re not wearing one.”
Since Matt had destroyed her undergarments, she wasn’t—and it showed. Despite her seven orgasms, her tormented nipples still poked the front of her shirt like they begged for more. Matt’s cock stirred again.
“I must have left it at the spa. Oops.”