Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 57

I was just getting out of the bathtub when Haidyn returned to his room. I didn’t want to wash my hair, so I opted for a bath rather than a shower. I washed my mouth out with mouthwash and then cleaned my body.

I feel a little better but tired. The clock on my dash says it’s only six o’clock in the evening. It started raining at some point while we were at Carnage.

As we were leaving, I couldn’t help but think that my future husband was in the same building as me. Hell, I was in the basement. He could have been right there, and I had not known it.

But I know what happens there. If he’s a prisoner, he’s as good as dead, meaning any future we have is no longer an option, which makes me wonder why I’m even doing an assignment. What other future do they have planned for me now?

When we pull up to Haidyn’s house, he parks in the garage and opens the door for me. He hasn’t told me what he did when he left me in his room, and I haven’t asked.

“Would you like anything to eat?” he asks as we enter his house.

“No, thank you,” I say softly. “Jessie fed me at Carnage.” He had brought me some soup and crackers, informing me that Devin requested he bring me something to eat due to the meds he had given me.

He nods. “I’m going to take a shower.” With that, he enters his bathroom and shuts the door.

I find myself pulling his T-shirt and sweatpants off my body and crawling into his bed naked. I didn’t have any clean underwear at Carnage, so I chose not to put mine back on. The sheets are cool and feel good on my bruised skin. Lying on my side, I watch the rain hit his wall of windows. It’s not nighttime yet, but the storm makes it appear to be at this time of day.

I try to fight a yawn, but fail, knowing if I fall asleep now, I’ll be up way too early in the morning. But what else is there for me to do?

Lightning illuminating the room has my eyes opening. Seconds later, the sound of thunder shakes the walls.

The bathroom door opening has me sitting up, and I see Haidyn entering the bedroom. He has a towel sitting low on his hips, wrapped around his waist. He walks toward the door when I speak. “Will you lie with me?”

He comes to a stop and turns to face me with a look of surprise on his face.

I’m not even sure why I asked. I just feel…alone. I want his hands on me. I want my legs wrapped around his waist, not his towel. The moment we shared at Carnage is still fresh on my mind and my body is begging for him.

Lightning fills the room once again, and he walks toward the bed. I lie down at the sound of the thunder that follows and watch shamelessly as he removes his towel and lets it drop to the floor before he pulls back the covers and crawls into his bed with me.

I had felt him hard at Carnage, but of course he’s not anymore. Something tells me it wouldn’t take much to get him there again.

He holds the edge of the covers up. I take the hint and scoot over into his side, placing one leg over his waist and an arm over his chest. He lets them fall, and darkness covers the room as the rain hits the windows.

His right hand slides under the covers to rest on my thigh that is over his waist. His thumb gently rubs back and forth, and I feel my body instantly heat. All of a sudden, I’m getting hot, and my breathing picks up.

I swallow nervously and break the awkward silence between us. “Did you find out anything?” My voice is softer than I meant it to be, and his silence makes me wonder if he even heard me.

After a long second, he lets out a deep breath, making his chest rise and fall. “No.”

He’s lying. I want to be mad, but maybe he’s protecting me? Trying to ease my mind about what could have happened in that bathroom. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” I say, my voice louder than before but still on the softer side.

His thumb stops on my thigh, and his hand moves up over my hip, my side, and then to my face. Cupping my cheek, he forces me to look up at him. I can barely see him in the dark room, but the lightning helps a little. “You’re okay,” he assures me.

“Why did you want me to wait on you?” I ask, needing to know.

His eyes search mine as he answers. “Because men will camp out in a women’s bathroom to attack them as they enter. They will rape and kill them. Then leave them there to rot as they get away.”

“Is that what you think he was going to do to me?”

He sighs but doesn’t answer the question. Instead, he says. “Why do you think he picked a gas station right off the busiest highway?”

I frown, not understanding.

“Because it’s loud. That highway has a lot of traffic coming and going—each way. Men are able to do whatever they want, and no one can hear the women screaming for help.”

“I screamed for you,” I whisper. “Did you hear me?”

I feel his heart pounding under my hand that rests on his chest. “No.”

“So…why did you come in there?” I ask.

“To check on you,” he replies simply. “I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner.”

“I…” Debate on whether to tell him this but I decide after what I saw him do to the guy that I might as well. “I checked underneath the stalls but saw nothing. I was just looking to see which ones were open, not thinking a man was hiding in them. But he obviously was.” I give a rough laugh, and he frowns. “I didn’t see any shoes, but they were locked. He must have been standing on the toilet. Hovering to go unseen. He had two doors locked knowing I’d have to use the only one available. I wonder how long he had been in there waiting for someone to enter.”

He remains quiet while I tell him what happened. He hadn’t asked for specifics, and I felt like they didn’t matter to him. He saw what was happening, and that was enough to make the guy pay for putting his hands on me in any way. But I wanted him to know. If I had not been throwing a fit and had listened to him…

I stop that train of thought because I did throw a fit and didn’t listen to him.

The lightning flashes again, and I get a look at his eyes on mine. He’s already looking down at me. His blue eyes appear so soft and caring, yet it’s an illusion. I’m feeling vulnerable and horny as fuck. Tonight could have gone very differently. I could have been raped, killed, or both. This man has proven that he’s going to protect me.

I lean up without thought and press my lips to his, not knowing if he’s going to push me away or kiss me back. When his hand slides to my hair, I moan against his lips, praying he’s going to make me his whore. Because I almost became someone else’s, and that terrifies me.

I thought the Lords were the ones to fear, but I forgot that there are monsters outside of our world as well. And they will tear you apart for no other reason than because they can.

HAIDYN

I push her onto her back, and she parts her lips for me while her legs wrap around my waist. I lower my hand and slide it between our bodies, needing to be inside her. I jacked off in the shower, needing a second. I wasn’t sure she wanted to be touched after what happened.

She was obviously grateful when she kissed me at Carnage, but that could have been the adrenaline alone. Time has passed, and I wanted to give her whatever space she needed, but the way her nails dig into my tatted back tells me she needs me right now as much as I need her.

I screamed for you.

Fuck, I never heard her. It was pure anger that had me entering the bathroom after her. I was going to tell her off for not waiting. A woman has to always be on guard. I’m not one of those men who live in a world that think the women aren’t different than the men. Maybe it’s because we’re brought up to see them as vulnerable at all times. Perhaps it’s because we’re the ones who are always watching their every move. I did it before I made her mine. She was oblivious to almost everything around her. Hell, I was in her house at the same time as her, and she never even knew it.

“Haidyn.” She pulls her lips from mine, gasping my name and pulling me from my own thoughts.

“I know, doll face,” I say breathlessly, pushing the head of my hard dick into her soaked cunt. Fuck, getting myself off in the shower didn’t help.

She arches her back and neck, her voice ringing out into the dark room as I push myself inside her like she was made for me.

Clenching my teeth, I push my cock balls deep, holding it there as I reposition myself. I lower onto my forearms, my hands gripping her wrists and pinning them down by her head.

I start to move, loving the way her body reacts to me. She’s panting, and I’m already out of breath. I lower my lips to her bruised neck and kiss her racing pulse tenderly. Letting her know that I can fuck her while leaving her begging for more.

“Fuck, Charlotte.” Her body shivers against mine. “Tell me, doll face…who do you belong to?”

“You.” She gasps.

“Whose little whore are you?” I demand, thrusting harder, forcing the headboard to hit the wall.

“Yours,” she cries out.

Letting go of her wrists, I sit up. My hands grip her narrow hips, holding on so tight that I’ll leave more bruises than the bastard gave her, and I begin to move. Thrusting harder and harder as her voice fills the room along with the lightning and thunder.

Her pussy clenches down on my pierced cock while she comes, and I’m panting as I slam into her as if I have a line of men behind me watching me try to knock her up.

My eyes drop to her stomach. The thought of Bill enters my mind. I imagine her tied up and ready for men to line up to fill her full of their cum to see who can knock her up first. A breeder…is what he said she’d be if she failed her assignment.

Fuck that! Annabelle Marie Schults belongs to me. So I will make sure whatever it is the Lords want her to do, she passes. Because once the birth control shot I had Gavin give her wears off, she won’t be getting another one. The only babies she’ll be having are mine.

Her hands get my attention as they reach up and grab my hair. She pulls me down, wanting my lips on hers again, and I don’t deny her.

She opens up for me, and I pull away to place my arms under her knees, spreading her legs wide open. Then I reposition myself back down on top of her to kiss her, cutting off her cries.

I’m walking up the steps inside the cathedral to find a man turning to face me. He zips up his jeans and winks at me. “Good luck, man. May the best man win.”

He throws his shoulder into mine in passing, and I see ten more men standing single file and a woman strapped down to a breeding bench. Her legs spread with her ass and pussy up in the air. There’s a butt plug in her ass to make sure no one uses it. That’s not what this is for. I walk around the front of the structure to see she’s bent over; dark hair covers the floor. I get a sickening feeling in my gut when I bend down and grip her hair to lift her head. Pretty blue eyes meet mine and widen when they see me. It’s Charlotte. She’s got duct tape over her lips, and her muffled screams fill the room as another man begins to fuck her.

A hand hits my shoulder, making me jump up and turn around. “Get in line, Haidyn. But just know your odds are pretty low. She’s already been here for five days.” The guy chuckles as he walks away.

I open my eyes to the sound of the rain still hitting the wall of windows. I’m on my side with one arm draped over a sleeping Charlotte. The other underneath her neck. My cock still inside her cunt.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, I see that I’ve only been asleep for an hour. The nightmare woke me up.

Very gently, I remove my arm from underneath her neck and then slowly pull out of her. She moans in her sleep but doesn’t wake.

Getting out of bed, I slip on a pair of sweatpants before making my way to the kitchen. I need a drink. Something alcoholic and strong.

I flip on the light, thinking I see a figure sitting in the living room. I come to a stop when I see who it is. Fuck, I should carry a gun on me at all times. I have them all over this house, but not one on me at this very moment.

“Haidyn.” She gives me a smile, standing by the windows. “I was wondering how long it’d take for her to pass out.” Her eyes slide to the hallway that leads to my bedroom.

“Leave,” I order.

She slowly walks toward me. Her hands drop to the trench coat, and she opens it to reveal she’s naked underneath. “I thought I’d come by and offer a little help. Ya know…let me show her how it’s done.”

My jaw clenches. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I growl.

“What? Don’t think she’d be into it?” She places a finger on my chest, and I step back. “You could blindfold her; I’ll tie her down,” she offers. “Tell her it’s your fantasy…two women at once. She won’t be able to resist. She hasn’t told you no yet, has she?”

I slap her, making her gasp in surprise. Her hand rises to her cheek, and she lowers her head as her heavy breathing fills the silent house.

I step forward, pressing my body into hers. “Last chance. Get the fuck out of my house.”

Her head snaps up, and her eyes burn holes into mine. “Do you feel threatened, Haidyn?”

“Not at all.” I chuckle. “You’re an annoying little bitch who needs to know her place, and it’s nowhere in my life.”

“Do you honestly think she’ll stay with you when she finds out about us?”

“She knows I’ve fucked whores in the past.” I shrug. Charlotte isn’t going anywhere. I’m not going to let her.

She huffs, finally yanking her trench coat closed. I step out of her way. “Now get the fuck out of my house before I go wake her up and tell her everything.”

“Are you threatening me?” she demands.

“I’m promising you. Stay the fuck away from us.”

Her eyes widen at my choice of words before she straightens her posture and gives me a bone-chilling smile. She’s good at those. “History has a way of repeating itself, Haidyn. Remember that.” Turning, she walks out of my house and slams the front door shut as if she just won a bet.

I don’t like that feeling any better than knowing she was in my house and around Charlotte. The slamming of the door has me returning to my bedroom to check if it woke her up. Charlotte’s still sound asleep on her side. One arm under my pillow and the other where I lay. Just how I left her.

I knew there was a bigger picture as to why the Lords made Annabelle insert herself into my life. If I’d been honest with myself, I would have known the reason this whole time. But even I couldn’t deny her. It was as if I pushed the big red button that says DON’T PUSH just to see what would come of it.

My concern is why now? What benefit does she get from me knowing she’s aware Charlotte is in my bed? Do I think Charlotte will walk away? No. She’s too attached. I haven’t forced her to be with me since the beginning. I gave her an out, but she came back. Because she had to, I remind myself. The Lords gave her an ultimatum, and I was her choice.

She’s working for the Lords, but I haven’t given her anything to use against me. And I never knew what they wanted until now. Now I know.

Turning, I make my way to the home gym. I need to let off some steam.