Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 72

I enter her house and remove my jacket. I go straight to her bedroom but don’t see her in there or her bathroom. “Charlotte?” I call out, knowing she’s here. Her SUV is in the driveway.

Walking through the living room, I still don’t see her. “Doll face?” I holler. “I know you’re here,” I add with a smile. Is my girl playing a game with me? I’m more than willing to play hide-and-seek. “When I find you, I’m going to…”

My words die off when I enter the kitchen. She’s lying on the floor, face up, in a puddle of broken glass and wine. “Charlotte?” I rush over to her and drop to my knees. “Charlotte?” I place my fingers on her neck and hold my breath as I feel for a pulse. Panic grips my chest when I don’t feel one. Which can only mean one thing… “FUCK!” I rip her shirt down the center and press my palms to her chest.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

My head snaps up to see a Lord enter the kitchen. I pick her limp body up in my arms and place her on the island. “What the fuck did you do to her?” I demand, refusing to believe what I already know. Placing my hand over her lips and nose, I pray she takes in a breath. Some kind of sign that I’m not too late. She’s not purple or ghostly white, nor is her body stiff. I feel for her pulse again. Silently counting in my head, I don’t feel anything. But then…yeah, there it is. I hold my breath, waiting for another one, but they’re too far apart.

He holds up a syringe in his hand that’s full of a clear substance, and my stomach drops, knowing exactly what it is. My eyes go back to her, and I reach up and yank my shirt over my head to lay it over her exposed chest and stomach since I ripped her shirt. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl.

Pulling out a seat at her kitchen table, he sits down in it and removes his Lords mask. My pulse races at the sight of the man who I’ve been carrying around a picture of. “How do you know Charlotte?” I demand.

“You mean Annabelle?” He arches a dark brow, and I grind my teeth. His laughter fills the room. “You were so consumed with her that you had no clue what was right in front of you.” Standing, he walks to the island, and I move to the end of it, blocking him from getting any closer to her.

“Get to the fucking point!” I shout, losing my patience.

I need what he has in his hands, and I need it now. Who knows how long she’s been in this position. She could have arrived hours before I got here. I was at Carnage and knew we had plans to meet here, so I never thought to look at her tracker to see when she arrived at her house.

“I give you this, but you give something in return.”

“Anything,” I snap. “Just name it.”

He smirks. “You have forty-eight hours.” His eyes drop to Charlotte and then come back to mine. “You’ll get a text of the location.” With that, he hands it to me.

I go to grab it, but he pulls it back out of reach. I want to ram it into his fucking eye. “Yes?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“You’ll have an hour to respond. If you don’t…” He leaves the consequences hanging in the air, but I know what he means.

I always knew it would come down to this. But he was right. I got caught up in a life with her and kept thinking it would last longer. That I’d have more time to spend with her and figure out a plan for our future. But that’s what love does to you—dream. It’s all a lie. There is no such thing. It’s a small crack in a ship’s hull that slowly fills with water until it can no longer stay afloat.

Nothing lasts forever.

He holds out the syringe, and I yank it from his hand before he even has the chance to take it back this time. With that, he places his mask back on and walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my half-dead wife. I remove my cell from my pocket, thankful I have Gavin on speed dial. I’m placing it on speakerphone when he answers.

“Haidyn…”

“I need you at this address immediately,” I rush out, texting it to him.

“What do I need?” he questions with no hesitation.

“Whatever you can fit into your bag.” I hang up and toss the phone to the opposite counter, not needing it anymore. “Come on, doll face.” I pick her up off the island and carry her limp body to her bedroom. Laying her on top of the comforter, I remove my shirt that covers her and put the syringe beside her on the bed for a second.

I tie her hands above her head to the bed with rope before I remove her heels, undo her jeans, and yank them down her legs along with her underwear.

Then I get off the bed and open her nightstand, grabbing what I need. I crawl back onto her petite body and straddle her narrow hips once again. I pick up the syringe, and my free hand goes to her chest. My teeth clench, hating the fucking bastards who are making me do this to her.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. This is going to hurt,” I say, then shove the needle into her chest and push on the plunger, filling her body with some of the liquid. She’s not a three-hundred-pound man. Her body doesn’t need nearly as much as someone like I would.

Her eyes pop open, and she gasps, her body arching up off the bed. I toss the half-used syringe across the room, making a mental note to pick it up later.

“Charlotte!” I cup her face, and she pulls on the rope that keeps her wrists tied down. “Charlotte, look at me, doll face.” I place my hands on her upper arms to help keep them in place, so she doesn’t hurt herself. “Look at me!” I shout, starting to panic, but then her blue eyes focus on mine. “There you go. That’s it, doll face. Look at me.”

She’s gasping, trying to catch her breath. “Hai-dyn…”

“Shh,” I say. “You’re okay. It’s me.” Her eyes are wide, her chest heaving while her small body fights me. “Breathe,” I say, taking in a deep one myself. “Come on, beautiful. I know it’s a lot.”

She looks around the room. “Eyes on me,” I command. “I need all your focus on me. Ride it out.”

“Wh-at⁠—?”

“Don’t talk.” I interrupt her. “I had to bring you back, Charlotte. I gave you a shot of adrenaline.”

Tears instantly fill her pretty eyes.

“Hey, you’re okay. I promise. You’ll be okay. Just breathe for me. Can you do that?”

She nods quickly, blinking rapidly.

“That’s my good girl. Deep breaths.” I know her body wants to fight. It can make you feel invincible. But I need to keep her here until I know it’s wearing off. I don’t want any more harm caused than what has already happened. If we’re lucky, he didn’t rape her while she was out. The fact that she was still dressed doesn’t ease my concern.

“Please?” she cries, arching her neck to look at her restrained arms. “Haidyn…” Her voice cracks, and it makes my chest tighten.

“I can’t stop it, Charlotte. We have to let it run its course,” I tell her.

She begins to cry, her hips bucking underneath me.

I get up off her and position myself between her legs, spreading them open. I slap her smooth cunt. She screams out at the contact, and I do it again. Pushing a finger into her, she’s not even close to being wet. But this is the only plan I have. When we’re given adrenaline, we’ve either exhausted ourselves or fight until we kill our opponent. Why not fuck it out of her?

“Hang on, doll face,” I say, unzipping my jeans and pulling my dick out. I’m not even in the mood to fuck, but I need to do something. This will help.

I pour the lube over her cunt and ass. So much that it runs down and covers the comforter. Then I coat the toy. Any other time I’d enjoy her writhing and crying underneath me, but given the circumstances, I’m not. “Deep breaths,” I remind her, pushing the vibrating butt plug into her. “That’s it. Almost there,” I say over her gasps and smile when all I can see is the base. I turn it on, and the sound of it vibrating fills the room, and she squirms for a different reason.

“Oh…God…”

“That’s it,” I say, running my hands up both sides of her waist and to her breasts. “Feel that? Focus on that, doll face.”

Her hips continue to buck but for a different reason. She looks up at me, and her lips part. I lean down and kiss her. My lips attack hers, and I rub my cock back and forth against her lube-covered cunt, teasing her.

CHARLOTTE

I suck on his tongue, and he moans into my mouth. Fuck, I feel like I could run a marathon and beat a world record. My skin is on fire, nerves tingling, and my heart races.

He gave me adrenaline.

I’ll have to ask later what the fuck happened. Last I remember, I was lying on the kitchen floor thinking I was dying, and now I’m tied to my bed naked with a vibrator in my ass and Haidyn’s lips on mine.

He pulls away, and I rise up, trying to keep the kiss going, but my tied wrists above my head stop me. I groan, pulling on them. “Haidyn?” I growl.

I’ve done drugs before. Weed, ecstasy, and coke once. None have ever made me feel like this. I just want to run or fight…either sounds good right now.

His hand goes between my legs, and he turns the toy up. The vibrating gets more intense, and I arch my back, my breath getting caught in my lungs. It feels like an electric shock pulsing through my body.

“I have to wear you out, doll face. Best way to bring you down faster.”

I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. Bring me down? I feel fantastic.

He grabs my legs, bending my knees, and shoves them into my chest. “HAIDYN.” I gasp, my body fighting harder, but he’s got me pinned down just how I like it. I’m starting to sweat, and goose bumps cover my skin, making me shiver.

His cock pushes its way into my pussy, and he doesn’t take it slow or allow me to accommodate his size. He throws my legs over his shoulders, bends down, and places his lips back on mine, then begins to fuck me.

Even though my eyes are closed, I see flashes of light in all different colors as I devour his lips.

He pulls away again, and my eyes spring open, glaring up at him. “Count for me, beautiful.”

“Count what…?” The vibrator gets more intense, and my breath catches once more as his pierced cock thrusts into my pussy.

“That’s it, Charlotte.” His eyes search mine, and my back bows off the bed.

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out when I try to scream. Instead, Haidyn shoves three fingers into my mouth, making me gag. I think he’s going to remove them, but he holds them there instead and uses them to pull my head down so I have to look up at him as I come. Spit flies from my mouth, and my nose runs.

“Good girl.” He removes his fingers and slaps my cheek. My pussy clenches around him, and he does it again.

“Haidyn…” Gasp. “Please.” I yank on the rope, hoping to touch him.

“Again.” He places his hand over my mouth this time. “Eyes on me,” he growls, his thrusts picking up once more and I blink rapidly to clear the tears in my eyes so he can come into focus.

His cock hits just the right spot while the vibrator in my ass remains on high. I’m gasping for breath through my nose when another wave hits me, and it feels like a brick wall falls on top of my body, weighing me down.

When he removes his hand from my face, I part my lips and gasp.

“That’s it, doll face. You’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises me, and I whimper, my body starting to feel more tired than energized.

“Nooo.” My voice is rough, and my mind is starting to get foggy. I want that high. It was glorious. Like I’m floating up above the world looking down over an endless ocean of pretty blue water.

“Yes, beautiful. Give me another.”

The sound of his voice has the image disappearing. “Hai⁠—”

His hand slaps over my mouth once more, and this time, he also covers my nose, taking away my air. My eyes widen, and I try to shake his hand off, but his fingers dig into my cheeks, latching on.

He lowers his face to mine, “I’m wearing you out, beautiful.” His blue eyes are soft as they search mine. “When it wears off, you’ll pass out.”

Panic grips my chest when I try to suck in a breath but can’t.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I nod the best I can. Blinking, my vision clears, and I feel fresh tears fall from the corner of my eyes. My arms pull on the rope, but I’m losing my fight. Quickly.

“I’m going to make it better, doll face,” he assures me. Then his soft eyes turn hard, and his thrusts turn more forceful. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”

I shake my head, arch my neck, and try to buck him off, but nothing works. A burning sensation begins in my throat, and my body convulses under him as my pussy clenches his dick. A rush like no other flows through my veins, and it feels like the life was just sucked out of me as my heavy eyes fall closed. I hear him say good girl one last time before everything goes black.