Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 50

After I finished fucking her, she passed out, and I thought about what she said to me in bed. She knows more than she’s letting on, and this is the only way to get what I want out of her.

I take the rope and kneel behind the chair. “Hands behind your back,” I command, and she crosses her wrists behind the chair. Once I’m done securing her wrists together, I take the excess rope and bring it underneath the chair where I tie it around both of her ankles. I don’t need her in a tight spot because I know she won’t fight me on this. I just need her in one place. It’s more for her safety than anything else.

I rise and move to stand in front of her and remove the cap off the syringe. She tilts her head to the side for me and sucks in a deep breath. “Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. After I push the needle into her neck, I place the cap back on and set it on the kitchen island before returning to her.

I gently cup her chin, forcing her to look up at me, and her eyes go heavy almost instantly. “What do you know about Dollhouse?” I get to the point. I didn’t give her as much as last time. I’ve only got a few questions, so this will wear off a lot quicker.

“Never heard of it.”

Bill did say she had no clue what she was meant to do if she fulfills her assignment. “You lied to me in bed this morning about your Lord. Why?” I know he’s not dead. That would be too easy. She’s meant for someone, especially if she’s who Bill says she is.

Charlotte blinks, licking her lips. “Because you have him.”

I frown. “What does that mean?”

“He’s at Carnage.”

Interesting. We have a lot of Lords go in and out of Carnage. The turnaround rate is actually pretty high. Most don’t last long. “Who told you that?”

“Bill.”

“How the hell would he know that?” Funny that Bill didn’t mention that to me during our meetup. I knew he was keeping shit from me.

“He plays golf with his father…”

“Who is your Lord?”

“Winston Garvey.”

Hmm. Never heard of that name, so Bill is lying to her or the Lord is going by another name. I’m starting to think anything is possible. “When are you supposed to marry him?”

“A year ago.” Her lashes flutter, and I run a hand through my hair. She did tell me she would have already had at least one kid by now.

I want to ask her about breeders, but I don’t. She doesn’t know anything about it. As a Lord, you’re never told what your punishment is for failing an assignment. The Lords want you to be surprised. “What do you know about the founders?” I decide to ask.

Her brows pull together in confusion. “No one knows who they are.”

Well, fuck! This didn’t get me anywhere. Pulling out my pocketknife, I cut the rope and untie her. Picking her up, I carry her back to bed and pull the covers up over her neck. “It’ll wear off within an hour,” I say, kissing her forehead gently.

As I walk away, she speaks softly, “May I ask you a question?”

I sit down next to her, brushing her dark hair from her face, and smile. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you have a Lady?”

I tilt my head to the side but don’t answer.

“Is it because you denied her, or the Lords denied you a Lady as punishment?”

“Why do you think they’d deny me a Lady?” Such a strange word for her to use.

“I got an email about you…under Lady, it said denied.”

Adam and I have been through her laptop, and any emails she received from the Lords have been wiped clean with no trace of how to retrieve them. So I have no clue what they’ve sent her. I decide to ask my own question. “If you think I’ve been denied a Lady, then why did you ask me about getting married this morning?”

“Because everyone deserves someone.” She yawns, and her eyes flutter shut.

Four years ago

Adam and I enter the office at Carnage, and all conversation comes to a halt. All four of our fathers are present.

Mine looks at me. “Haidyn, just who I wanted to see.”

Must be my lucky day.

“We need to finish that conversation⁠—”

“We did. It’s done with.” We’ve already had our vow ceremony. I have a chosen. My father said that Sierra’s father owed him a favor, and she was it. I told him that he should fuck her then, and he just laughed. The sick bastard has definitely thought about it.

His jaw sharpens at my words. “It’s complicated…”

The door opens behind us, and Adam and I both turn to see a woman enter the office. She wears a red dress that hugs her curves and shows off her large, paid-for chest. Her head is held high, and her eyes sweep over me and Adam for a quick second before she dismisses us both.

“Brothers.” She addresses our fathers. Going to them one by one, they each hug and kiss her cheek. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I can come back,” she offers.

“Nonsense.” My father waves off her concern and pulls out the chair to his desk for her to have a seat. “Come alone today?” he asks, looking back to the door.

“He’s here. I left him in the foyer speaking to Jessie.”

The room falls silent, and I look at Adam.

“Okay…” Adam starts feeling the awkwardness in the room.

“We’re leaving.” I feel like they’re about to strip her naked, tie her down and each take their turns fucking all her holes while her husband watches. He probably brought her here for that very reason. And I’d prefer to not have to soak my eyes in bleach tonight.

“Haidyn,” my father growls. “We are having this conversation.”

“No. We’re not.”

“Either you listen or we decide for you,” Adam’s dad speaks.

“What is this about?” Adam looks at me confused.

He has no clue what my dad wanted me to do. I thought I had handled it, and we had moved on.

“Haidyn denied your sister as his chosen,” his father states.

Adam looks at me wide-eyed and then back at his father. “You can’t be serious. Of course he did. Saint…”

“Would have learned to live with it,” Saint’s father snaps.

“I have a chosen. Sierra,” I remind them as if they all weren’t there and watched her bleed on my dick. “And Saint has Ashtyn. The ritual is over. We’re moving on.”

“You need a Lady.” My father squares his shoulders.

“Absolutely not!” I shake my head, knowing exactly where this is going.

“You either take her willingly or we force you,” Adam’s father says.

“Are you saying he has to marry Ash?” Adam looks from me to them. “Dad?” He steps into his father and after a second he shakes his head. “No. you can’t be serious.”

“Your sister will marry Haidyn whether they want to or not.”

“I won’t fucking do it. I won’t force her to do it,” I growl.

“You love her.” The woman speaks, and I choose to ignore her. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks.

My father removes a cell from the pocket of his suit jacket and runs his fingers over it before he places it on his desk, propped up facing the room. A video of Saint, Kashton, and I each fucking Ashtyn’s ass is playing.

“Jesus Christ.” Adam spins around, giving us his back to look away from the video playing of his sister. He throws his head back, closing his eyes and takes a deep breath to try and drown out the sound of Ashtyn’s voice begging for more. Adam already had to watch Saint fuck her at the vow ceremony. He sure as fuck doesn’t want to see it again.

“He already shares her with you.” Adam’s father shrugs. “You make her your Lady, and you can do whatever you want with her. Hell, let them all fuck her if that makes you feel better. Line ’em up.”

“I think I’m going to vomit,” Adam whispers, running a hand down his face.

“The answer is no,” I grind out. How many ways do I have to say it?

“Haidyn,” my father growls. “This is serious. You may have refused Ashtyn as your chosen, but she will be your wife.”

“I’m not taking her as a Lady,” I shout. He’s got to be out of his mind.

“There is a bigger picture here,” Adam’s father snaps. “And we have made sure things are in order for the future of Carnage.”

“I don’t give a fuck about this place,” I argue.

My father throws a glass of bourbon across the room, and it shatters against the wall. “Goddammit…”

“I won’t do that to Saint.” I shake my head.

“This has nothing to do with Saint. It has to do with you and what we’ve set up for all of you.”

“I don’t want her.”

“Do you think I wanted your mother?” he snaps. “Do you think I wanted you?” Pointing at me, he adds, “She was worthless, and you’re nothing more than a disappointment.”

His opinions about my mother and me aren’t new. I’ve never been the son that he wanted—easy to manipulate—and she couldn’t give him more.

Sighing, he runs a hand down his face.

Adam’s father speaks, “She is the one you will marry. We’ll set it up. It needs to be sooner rather than later.”

Adam spins around. “Dad⁠—”

“And if you refuse, we’ll force you both.”

Adam steps toward his father, but I grab his shirt and yank him back. “Do what you have to do,” I say and turn to walk out, dragging Adam behind me.

“If she loves Saint as much as you say he loves her, she’ll come around to the idea of being your Lady real quick,” my father speaks, but I ignore him.

I yank the door open and slam it shut.

“What the fuck, Haidyn?” Adam snaps at me, ripping his shirt from my hold. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me they wanted you to take Ashtyn as your chosen?”

We get into the elevator, and I turn to face him. “Are you fucking serious? You’ve been running around…being secretive ever since we met with that detective. Fuck, Adam, I can barely get you to answer your goddamn phone. Let alone fill you in on my life,” I shout, pushing the button for the basement.

He steps in front of me, and I bow my chest. “What are you going to do? How the fuck do we stop this?”

“I tell Saint.” Give him a heads-up and we get ahead of it.

“No.” He shakes his head. “He can’t find out.”

“Are you fucking serious? Did you not just hear what they said? They’re going to use him. To make her be my Lady. We have to tell him.”

“I’ll—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I whisper, my eyes avoiding the camera in the elevator. They are probably listening to everything we’re saying. “Fill me in later.”

That was the last time I saw Adam before Tyson’s phone call to Saint, and we had to go save her from her parents’ house. Adam was on the run, and we were keeping her hidden. Our fathers’ plans for her changed. We either made her a prisoner or Saint took her in as his—initiating her—which got them all off my back about making her my Lady.

CHARLOTTE

He’s taking a shower when I walk by and head to his restroom. I no longer have any dignity or shyness around him. Living with a man changes that. I woke up an hour ago and ate the breakfast that he had fixed for me in awkward silence while he worked in his office. He didn’t bring up the fact that he drugged me for answers, and I didn’t ask any questions as to why he wanted to know those things.

After I finish, I start to wash my hands and then turn to face him as he stands in the middle of the rain shower. It’s in the corner up against the far wall but has no glass or doors. It looks like he’s standing in the middle of a downpour, running his hands through his hair as the water falls from the ceiling.

When I watched him sleep earlier this morning in bed, that was the first time I ever got to see him naked, and what a sight it was. He’s covered in ink, muscles, and scars. I saw where he had been shot and where I stabbed him. The ones on his back are harder to see, they’re long and skinny—like he was whipped. I wonder who did it to him? Was it his father trying to teach him that women mean nothing? It wouldn’t surprise me. But men like Haidyn don’t like to talk about what they’ve been through, so I pretended not to see them.

He lowers his head, placing his hands flat against the black wall. I step underneath his outstretched arms, shielding myself from the shower. His eyes open and meet mine. He doesn’t look surprised or annoyed, just…empty. I wonder what he’s thinking.

The video of him and his dad in that concrete room is still fresh in my mind. I wonder if Ashtyn knows what he did for her. And I quickly push that out of my mind. I don’t want to think of those two together in any capacity.

Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of the warm water.

I pull him down as I stand on my tiptoes, and he obliges by meeting me halfway. My eyes fall closed as his lips touch mine, and I kiss him. I hate how much I enjoy it. For someone so rough and hard, his lips are tender.

When I pull away and flatten my feet, my eyes drop to his dick. He’s hard. My eyes run over the six barbells that run up and down along his thick and veiny dick. “Did this hurt?” I ask, dropping my hand to run my thumb over the ones through the head.

He chuckles softly. “It wasn’t for pleasure.”

I frown, looking up at him. “It doesn’t feel good when you have sex?” It feels good to me. But then again, I’ve never fucked anyone other than Haidyn, so I’ve only ever had a pierced dick inside me.

“Oh, it does.” He nods, removing one hand from the wall and cupping my face. His thumb runs over my wet lips, and I shiver even though the hot water covers us.

My eyes go back to his dick, and I lick my lips. Then I’m falling to my knees before him.

“Charlotte,” he warns, and I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his. I just want to taste him. To really take my time and feel it. I’m always tied up and gagged when he fucks my mouth. I want to memorize it.

I place my hand on his muscular thigh and lean forward, the tip of my tongue touching the base of his shaft, and I slowly run it upward. I can feel the barbells on my tongue as I go. One…two…three…four…five…six. Getting to the head, I feel the balls of the others.

Pulling back, I look up at him, and he’s got both hands on the wall once again, head down, shielding the rainfall from me with his eyes closed.

I feel powerful kneeling between his legs. This time, I push my tongue all the way out, flattening it against the base, and slowly run it over his dick once again. He groans when I wrap my lips around the tip before sucking.

“Fuck, doll face.” His voice is hoarse, and my pussy tightens. My knees shake, and my wet hair covers my face, so I push it out of the way to get a better look before I do it again.

But this time, I wrap my hand around the base when I get to the tip and take more of his length into my mouth. He’s so big it makes me nervous. I’ve had it in my mouth, in my ass, and in my cunt, but I’ve never got to play with it. I’ve never held it in my hands and explored it like I want.

I feel his fingers tangle in my wet hair the next second. But he doesn’t control my head. Instead, he just holds it off my face as I take my time, learning every piercing and feeling every inch of his dick.

He’s so hard for me. I did this to him. No one else is here. No other bitch is getting what’s mine.

My free hand drops to his balls, and I squeeze them before letting go.

He repositions his feet wider, and lets out a deep growl as he stands over me. So I do it again.

“Charlotte?” he moans my name.

“Yeah?” I rasp, pulling back and looking up at him.

His heavy blue eyes stare down into mine. “You’re going to make me come doing that, doll face.” He makes it sound like a warning, but I see it as a compliment.

I smile, proud of that thought, and lean forward, closing my eyes and sucking on his dick while my hand plays with his balls. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing because I’ve never done it before. He never allows me to have control.

His hips thrust forward, and his hand remains in my hair, but he doesn’t force my head down. Is this how he feels when he has control of me? I suck him to the back of my throat, and when I gag, I hold it. He’s so long that my other hand is still wrapped around the base.

“Goddamn,” he groans, and my thighs clench.

Thankfully, he’s bent over enough, leaning against the wall at my back so the water isn’t drowning me.

His fingers tighten in my hair, holding on with a fist, and it just makes me want to be better and suck deeper. I suck in a deep breath and take his cock into my mouth and down my throat, taking away my air, and my body jerks involuntarily. I tell myself to relax, opening wider and leaning forward. My hand falls from the base of his dick, feeling the last barbell touch my tongue.

“I’m coming.”

Before he can even get the words out, his cock pulses in my mouth. Being the good girl that I am, I keep my eyes open and look up at him, telling myself one more second to swallow his cum.

He lets go of my hair, and I fall back onto my ass, gasping. He steps back from the wall, allowing the water to cover me like a downpour. He grips my arms and yanks me up on my numb legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands drop to my ass, and he picks me up, slamming my back into the cool wall. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am when his lips slam on mine. I kiss him back without thought even though it’s not as tender as the one before. His fingers dig painfully into my ass, and I rock my hips against his semi-hard dick, hoping he understands I want him.

He pulls away, and I gasp. “Fuck me.” In case my actions aren’t clear enough on how desperate I am for him.

Repositioning his hands, he lets go of my ass and wraps an arm around my waist while the other grabs his dick. I’m still trying to breathe as the water falls on us from the ceiling above, so I bury my face into his neck.

“What do you want, doll face?” he growls in my ear while I feel his now hardened cock pressed against my pussy.

“You,” I answer, my hands digging into his hair and then gripping his shoulders. Fuck, I can’t get him close enough. “Please…I need you.”

“Whatever my girl wants.” He chuckles at my desperation, and I don’t care. I know what it feels like for him to own me, and I want it. Being on my knees for him was like an adrenaline rush. I’m on a high that I don’t want to stop.

The breath gets caught in my lungs as he slides his cock into my pussy. I clench around him and his wet chest rumbles against mine. “Goddamn, you feel so good.” He shoves my back into the wall to help hold me up while he readjusts his hands as they go back to my ass. “Fucking perfect.”

“Please…” I’m almost on the verge of tears, but he likes it when I cry for him. It makes him feel superior as if any Lords aren’t.

I loosen my legs around his waist to give him some room, and he takes the hint. His hips start to move, allowing his cock to fuck me while he pins me against the wall. My lips find his once more, and he swallows my cries as I become his desperate dirty little whore.

I have a feeling that’s what Charlotte was meant to be all along.

Shutting off the water, he grabs the towel off the hook and hands it to me before he gets himself one. “I’m going into town today,” I inform him.

He stops, and his eyes meet mine. “No, you’re not.”

I roll my eyes. “I can’t stay here forever, Haidyn. I’ll be fine. I have a facial today.”

Walking over to me, I watch water run down his chest and over his defined abs before it trails down his large thighs. God, the man is massive in all the right ways. “I’ll give you a facial.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh.

Is he making a joke?

“Your cock fucking my throat until you come all over my face is not nearly as relaxing as Enrique giving me a deep tissue massage.” Although I enjoyed what I just did, it’s definitely not the same.

He tosses the towel over his shoulder. “Enrique? A man gives you a full body massage?”

“Yep. Has for years now.” I smile up at him.

“Not anymore.” And with that, he walks into the closet.

I let it go because this is not up for debate. I need a me day. That day is today!

I quickly dry my hair. I didn’t even wash it, but it did get wet when I joined him. Afterward, I throw it up in a messy bun, get dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, and make my way to the kitchen. I’m craving some more pancakes. I’ve made myself at home and become pretty comfortable in his house.

He’s nowhere to be seen, so I can only guess he’s in his gym or his office. I begin reheating the breakfast he made me earlier when the doorbell rings.

I pause, looking up around the quiet house, and when it rings for a second time, I walk toward the double doors. Unlocking them, I open the right to see a man standing on Haidyn’s porch. His eyes drop to my bare feet and run up over my sweatpants and T-shirt. When they get to mine, he asks, “Where’s Haidyn?”

I cross my arms over my chest. He’s a Lord. He has to be. They all have that air about them. They think they’re untouchable and above you. I’m just a woman who has a pussy for them to use. “Who’s asking?” I arch a brow.

“Charlotte?” I hear my name being called out from behind me.

I turn around to see an already sweaty Haidyn headed toward me. So much for his shower. He was in the gym. His eyes are narrowed on mine as if I did something wrong. “What the fuck are you doing?” he barks at me.

“Me?” I point at myself as if he’s talking to someone else.

He ignores me and looks at the man standing on the porch. “Hey, man. Come in.” Haidyn places his hand on my upper arm and speaks. “Give us a second.” Before the guy can say anything, he drags me back into his bedroom. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, slamming the door shut.

“Someone knocked on the door, and I answered. What’s the big deal?” I shrug.

“You don’t answer the door for anyone,” he growls.

“Haidyn, you’re paranoid.” I think him staying out here in this house has got him on edge. “If someone wants to kill you, they’re not going to knock.” I laugh, but he doesn’t.

He runs a hand down his face and sighs. Giving me his back, he exits his room and slams the door shut as if I’m going to remain in here all day.

I go to open it when my watch goes off. Looking at it, I see I have an email. I wrap my hand around the doorknob and crack it open to see him and the guy walk off toward the back of the house where I know Haidyn’s office is.

Shutting the door quietly, I practically jump over his bed, pick up my cell, and rush to the bathroom where I lock the door and turn on the exhaust fan, needing extra sound. Then I pull up my email to see the Lords have sent me a video.

I push play.

It’s of a room that has a table and two chairs in it. A woman I know by the name of Laura sits in one of them. She’s a therapist and she had a daughter around my age, but we never hung out. My mother wouldn’t allow me. Ashtyn sits in the other seat across from her. “Which Spade brother are you the closest with?” Laura asks her.

Ashtyn frowns. “Why?”

“I’m just curious.”

“I’m Saint’s chosen,” she says.

“Yes, but they all three fuck you, no?”

Ashtyn stiffens, and I feel my pulse race at the woman’s question.

“A Lord is allowed to share his chosen with whoever he wants,” Ashtyn speaks softly.

“Are you being cautious?”

Ashtyn frowns as if she doesn’t understand what Laura is asking. I know exactly what she means.

“I doubt Saint would be happy if one of the others knocks you up.” Laura goes on.

“Oh, no, that wouldn’t happen.” She shakes her head.

“And why is that?” Laura tilts her head to the side.

“They…” Ashtyn trails off.

“I see.” She writes something down in her notebook. “They don’t fuck you vaginally.”

I don’t know why, but the thought of Haidyn being with her makes me jealous. I know he wasn’t a virgin, but I still don’t like that he was with his best friend’s girl. Maybe it’s because she’ll always be part of his life. There will be no escaping her. She lives at Carnage now where Haidyn will eventually return to. He’ll see her every day. And makes me wonder if Saint still shares her with his brothers.

And that brings up another question…will Kashton and Haidyn share whoever they are with, with Saint as well? I just see these women being tied to the Spade brothers’ beds while they go from room to room each taking a turn.

“Would you say that you care about Kashton and Haidyn the same as you do for Saint?” Laura wonders.

“What kind of session is this?” she asks defensively.

“It just seems that they are willing to risk their lives for you, and I’m trying to figure out why.” She places her manicured nail on her chin. “It can’t be sex. Kashton and Haidyn have their own chosens. I’m wondering what you offer them that they can’t get elsewhere.”

I remember my friends telling me that Haidyn shared his chosen with another. He didn’t care about her, but a Lord never does. We’re just objects to play with.

Ashtyn crosses her arms over her chest.

“Show her,” Laura calls out.

“Show me what?”

A light comes on in the room next door. A window in the wall shows a man hanging from the ceiling. It’s Haidyn. My wide eyes go to his cuffed wrists that are strung above his head and secured to the chain. He’s shirtless just like in the last video they sent me. His jeans are low on his hips, his body stretched while it gently sways back and forth.

My hand covers my mouth when I see the blood that runs from his cuffed wrists. He’s covered in sweat, and white pads are stuck on his chest and abdomen. They are connected by wires to a machine that sits on a roller cart next to him. The hood is still over his head, and I bet he’s still gagged. How much time has passed since the last video they sent me of him when his father entered the room with three other Lords when they tased him?

His father did this to him. Because of her. He gave her a sedative instead of the adrenaline, and he’s the one being punished.

The door opens to the opposite room, and someone new enters with a black cloak and Lords mask on. “Who is that?” Ashtyn asks.

It’s Haidyn! How does she not know that?

The guy in the cloak turns on the machine and flips a switch. “Ready for your session?”

Haidyn doesn’t move or answer, and I blink, my eyes stinging watching him hang there. I hope he’s unconscious.

“Let’s turn it up this time. I think your last session was too easy.” He turns a knob, and the lights dim as Haidyn shakes, his legs kicking, muscles straining. They’re electrocuting him.

“Stop!” Ashtyn says, slamming her hands on the glass. “What the fuck is he doing? Why is he doing that?”

“Actions have consequences, Ashtyn.”

The switch is turned off, and Haidyn sags in the cuffs. He sways back and forth, the toes of his boots lightly touching the concrete floor while his abs flex at his heavy breaths.

The guy in the mask turns it on again, and Haidyn’s body begins to spasm. Ashtyn bangs on the glass. “Stop. Stop. You’re going to kill him.”

The man in the Lord’s mask laughs at her.

“How do you not know that man doesn’t deserve his punishment?” Laura asks Ashtyn.

The Lord slaps Haidyn on the back, and it causes him to spin around in the chains. There are more of those white pads on his back as well, and red marks that cover his tan skin. They whipped him. Now the scars make sense.

“Why?” Ashtyn demands, and I want to punch her in the goddamn face. It’s because of you he’s there. And the sad part is that she doesn’t even know who it is. “Why are you making me watch this? Why did you want to even see me?”

Laura gives Ashtyn a soft smile. “This is a reminder, Ashtyn, from the Spade brothers.” She must be talking about their fathers. “That you are a guest here, and it will be best to remember that.”

The Lord in the opposite room turns off the white patches, and Haidyn hangs in the cuffs connected to the chains. “Until next session,” he states before walking over to the door. He shuts off the light, bathing the room in darkness before he leaves Haidyn hanging there.