Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 27
Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance
I walk out her front doors and lock them up behind me with the key she doesnât know I have. Knocking when I arrived earlier was a formality. I wanted to see the surprised look in her eyes when she saw me standing on her porch for the second day in a row.
Making my way down her steps, I toss the backpack over my shoulders and get on my bike. Starting it up, I give the house one last look before I kick it into gear and pull out of her driveway.
Iâm so fucking hard right now. Fuck, I didnât think that itâd be that difficult to tell her no. When she begged me to fuck herâ¦Goddammit, it took everything not to just do it. But I have restraint. I went three years without it, for fuckâs sake. Whatâs a couple of days?
I can tell itâs driving her mad. She wants it so bad. The way her voice cracks when she begs. The way she cries when she needs more.
I have to adjust my dick in my jeans to give myself a little room. Getting onto the highway, I speed toward my house while âThank You for Hating Meâ by Citizen Soldier blasts in my ears.
Pulling into my garage, I shut off my bike just as my cell rings. I remove it from my pocket to see itâs Bones. âHello?â I answer, shutting my garage and entering the house.
âJust calling to follow up. Found what you were looking for?â
âNo,â I answer and walk through my dark house to my office. Tossing my backpack onto one of the chairs, I sit at my desk. âAnything new on your end?â
âNo.â he sighs. âBut Iâve pulled as much footage as I could from Glass for you. Iâm going to send it over for you to go through.â
âThanks.â Ashtyn was a dancer at Bonesâs strip club, and Benny was one of her usual clients. Maybe the guy in the photo was there with him. I could go to Carnage and ask Ashtyn herself, but I know what sheâs been through. I want her to heal. Not worry about someone who could still be a threat to her. Especially since sheâs pregnant. She and Saint are finally in a good place, and I donât want to come between that again. I was doing Adam a favor when I intervened last time. Iâm not doing it again.
âSent.â Bones gets my attention.
I put in my password for the computer and open up my email. âGot it. Thanks, man,â I tell him.
âLet me know if you need anything else.â He hangs up.
Placing my cell on the desk, I open my top drawer, pull out my pack of cigarettes, and light one up.
Itâs a horrible habit I canât seem to stop. But why should I? The Lords arenât cautious in any aspect of our lives.
I pull up the cameras to Charlotteâs bedroom and split the screen so I can also look through the footage from Glass. Itâs going to be another long night.
CHARLOTTE
âDo you really mean that, Charlotte?â Haidyn asks.
I swallow nervously, my eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, I softly answer, âOf course.â
âI know what you can do.â The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.
My wide eyes move to his as my breathing accelerates. âW-what?â
âLet me rip off your clothes.â
I gasp, but Iâm not sure why Iâm surprised. Thatâs all men like Haidyn think ofâsex, sex, and more sex. Thatâs where they dominate.
âIâll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.â
All the blood rushes from my face at the thought of what heâd do. How vulnerable Iâd be. How easily heâd be able to fuck whatever hole he wanted whenever he wanted. The thought makes my underwear wet. But it also terrifies me.
He continues. âOnce Iâm done violating you, Iâll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore youâre meant to be.â
Iâm trembling, pressing my back against the chair. The thought of being Haidynâs sex doll makes me curious. Men like him take what they want. No questions asked. That also goes hand in hand with permission.
âI canât promise youâll like it, but itâll make me feel better,â he adds in my silence. Obviously, he likes making me nervous. âStill want to help me, doll face?â He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on my knee. The soft touch makes me jump, and a whimper escapes my nude-painted lips.
I sit straight up, gasping for air in my dark bedroom. âFuck,â I sigh. Iâve dreamed of him nonstop since he was in my kitchen last week. Itâs the same dream, the same words, and I wake up soaking wet every time.
Reaching over into my nightstand, I pull out my mini-Body Wand. Pressing the button, I donât even bother to take my underwear off. I also grab the small recorder and press play, laying it next to me. I thought the Lords would want proof that I went through with it, but theyâve never required any.
It doubles as a pen. I bought it online, and Jessie never even noticed when he searched my things. But why would he? A therapist needs something to write her notes down with.
I never thought itâd come in handy for something like this.
Haidynâs voice fills my room just like it does my head. Over and over, I put it on repeat as I place the vibrator on my clit, close my eyes, and imagine him doing exactly what he said heâd do. Lords donât make false promises. If they say theyâre going to do something, then they do it.
I arch my back, rubbing the tip back and forth. I need to get off and clear my head. A run isnât going to be enough.
My breath catches, and my hips buck. âFuuccckkkk.â I moan as I come in my underwear. Iâm not one of those women who comes very hardânot until Haidyn. I was sixteen the first time I got myself off, and I was so disappointed. All my friends said how amazing it was. Earth-shattering. Not for me. But Haidyn has gotten me off twice now with just his fingers, and I was seeing stars both times. I canât imagine what he can do with his mouth and dick.
Turning it off, I toss it to the floor and stop the recording. I stare up into my dark room, listening to my breathing evening out. My mind is a fucking mess.
Itâs been six days since he was sitting in my kitchen, where I handed myself over to him. He said heâd be back to collect me in five days, and Iâm on pins and needles waiting for him to arrive. A Lord is never late. They are known for keeping their word. So I know heâs doing this on purpose. He wants to keep me on edge and make me sweat.
Iâve told everyone Iâm going away for a vacation. Backpacking across Europe sounded stupid but believable. I figured most of my friends thought I was crazy. One, I donât do the outdoors, and two, Iâm going alone. A few of them even offered to join me. I only told my mother that Wesley is going with me. He thinks Iâm going away on a girlâs trip. So many lies that they are all going to figure out if they talk to one another. I feel like any of them finding out will be better than me denying Haidyn what he wanted.
And now Iâm not sure how Iâll keep up with the facade on social media. Iâm not one of those who posts everything I eat or drink. Or when I go out. Iâm also not big on selfies. But who knows how long Iâll be gone. A few days? Weeks? Over a month? Spending that much time alone with Haidyn terrifies and excites me. He did say to tell all of them that I wasnât going to have any cell service, so maybe I wonât have to post anything. Just a few text messages here and there. I can Photoshop myself into any type of picture and send a selfie. I laugh at that thought. I doubt I even get phone time.
Getting out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen. Turning on the light, I come to a stop when I see a glass of water and a pill on the island.
My heart picks up as I slowly step closer. Coming to the edge, I look it over. Itâs small and round. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and the air thickens, making it harder to breathe. Heâs here. âYouâre drugging me?â I ask, my tongue heavy and mouth dry.
He steps up to my back, the roughness of his jeans rubs against the back of my exposed thighs. A hand snakes around my waist, spreading flat on my stomach, while the other wraps around my neck from behind, making my pulse race. âIf youâre asking me if Iâm going to hold you down and force a pill down your throat, the answer is no. Iâm giving you a choice.â
The thought makes my stomach knot. It doesnât sound any better. âA choice?â I whisper.
âYouâve always got a choice, doll face.â
âThere are worse things than dying,â I say, trying to calm my breathing. Itâs so loud Iâm practically gasping.
âThere are,â he agrees. His hand tightens on my neck, restricting my air.
I rise on my tiptoes and croak out, âHai-dyn.â
He loosens his grip, and I look down at the pill. I toss it into my mouth without giving it another thought and take a drink of the room temperature water. No going back now unless I want to shove my fingers down my throat, and Iâve always hated vomiting.
âGood girl.â His deep voice praises me, and I whimper.
Letting go of me, he turns me around. His hands grip my thighs, and he lifts me onto the island, leaving my legs dangling off the edge.
He steps between them. His hands slowly run up my legs to push my T-shirt up in the process. My eyes are on his, but heâs staring down at my underwear.
âDid you enjoy coming to the recording of what Iâm going to do to you?â
My stomach drops, and his eyes lift to meet mine. Heâs been in my house, watching me. I should have known there was a reason heâs made me wait to come get me.
A smirk graces his lips. âYouâre so beautiful when you come.â
My throat closes, tongue heavy. Iâm not sure if itâs the way his blue eyes watch mine or the pill kicking in so quickly.
He pulls my ass to the edge of the island as he steps forward, closing the small space. His hands run up over my hips to my waist. They skate over my ribs, and I lift my arms above my head so he can remove my shirt. He tosses it behind him, and his eyes drop to my chest. Iâm gasping for fucking air. Itâs embarrassing really. My nipples are hard, and my skin is covered in goose bumps.
âSo fucking beautiful,â he whispers as if in awe.
I blink my heavy eyes. âHaidyn?â
âYeah, doll face?â He looks back up at me.
I have so many questions. What are you going to do to me? Whatever he wants. How long will I be a prisoner at Carnage? Thatâs up to me.
All of a sudden, I feel it. My skin flushes, fingers tingling. My lips part, and he cups my face, tilting my head back even more. I stare up at him through hooded eyes. Theyâre the prettiest blueâdark and mysterious. Iâve been obsessed with him since I first saw him on my computer in the Lordsâ emails. I was doing as much research as I could on my assignment. It was all over when I saw him at our first session at Carnage. I just didnât know it then. The way he walks, the sound of his voice, the way he stares you down. Itâs like a lion watching its prey. Ready to attack.
Heat rushes in my face, and I wonder if Iâm blushing or having hot flashes. My body leans into him, and his eyes drop to my parted lips. âKiss me,â I whisper, needing to feel them on mine. I want to know what it feels like for him to willingly want me before he turns my body against me. Because I know Iâll give this monster anything he wants.
His eyes search mine before he lowers his lips. I open for him, letting him have control. Heâs soft, delicate as if Iâm setting him up for something. I try to lift my arms to touch him, but I canât feel them.
His hands grip my face, and he tilts my head to the side. I moan into his mouth when his tongue meets mine.
I lean into him or fall. Not quite sure. Iâm seeing fucking stars, or heâs blindfolded me. Whatâs up is down, and whatâs forward is back. Iâm lost, falling down a hole that seems to be endless.
He breaks the kiss, and I gasp, finally able to breathe. I open my heavy eyes, and his face is inches from mine.
When I try to speak, nothing comes out. I canât form a single thought that doesnât involve him on top of me. Sprawled out on this kitchen island while he pins me down and fucks me. What did he give me? Was it supposed to make me beg him to fuck me? Turn me on? The fact that I got myself off while listening to his recording means I didnât need to be drugged to want him. That wasnât the first time I have gotten myself off to it.
âCome on, doll face. Itâs time to get you ready.â