Bad Boy's Revenge: A Small-Town Romantic Suspense (4 page)

That thick, impossibly large cock was made to punish me in a dangerous game of pleasure, dominance, and lust. Maddox always overwhelmed me. Tonight was no different.

He pounded me, burying deep, deep, deep until I could only cling to him and beg to wait, to stop, and to give me everything he had promised.

He filled me completely, bottoming out until we were skin to skin. It had been a year since I last felt him, and I had no idea how I survived the separation.

He didn’t fuck me. He claimed me. He sheathed in me to prove my body was made for him. He embedded himself to remind me that he was the only man who I ever let take me. He thrust to ensure I heeded his every word.

He wanted me to be his again.

Except…he’d never lost me. What I did, I did because I’d loved him.

And he could never know.

“I missed you…” His words rasped as he withdrew his cock. He teased me, watching as I whined, wiggled, and begged for him once more. He slammed inside me, and I rocked against the wall. My core clenched, surrendering to a pleasure only he could give. “I needed you.”

“I’m here,” I whispered.

“You’re mine.”

His cock stretched me too much, too deep, too hard, too fast. So why did my body shudder in wicked delight with another aggressive grind?

“I want all of you.” Maddox grunted. “
Everything
, Sweets. I have to be a part of your life again.”

“We
can’t
.”

“I don’t believe you.”

My fingers tightened on his arms. His strokes stole my breath, hitched with each crazed slam against the wall. I couldn’t think, but I could feel. My heart told me I was doing the right thing. My body ordered me to obey him.

“We have to stop.”

He only moved faster, harder. “I already have you, Josie.”

I bit my lip.

“I’m fucking you,” he said.

I whimpered.

“I’m in your head. Your heart. You and me are made for each other.”

I cried out as he sliced inside me, completely sealed within me. Every fierce and unyielding stroke of his thick cock whipped me into a shameful pleasure.

“We aren’t good for each other,” I whispered. “Not anymore.”

“You’re lying to me.” His fingers tightened. “Tell me you haven’t imagined this moment every minute of every day since I was locked up.”

Of course I had imagined it. His body and touch and fierceness lived an endless fantasy in my mind. In the darkest moments of the night, I longed for nothing more than to be pinned under him again, to be taken as his obsession and his prize.

He read my expression. Knew my thoughts. Felt what was in my heart.

His conquering smile sealed our fate.

“Hold on, Sweets,” Maddox growled. “I’ll give you everything you’ve been missing and more.”

He positioned my hips and forced me to take all of his ravenous cock. I groaned as he lifted me. Maddox didn’t need a wall or bed to fuck me. His biceps tensed, flushed with sweat. He used his own strength to drive me onto his cock again and again. Full, harsh, intimidating thrusts that punished and loved my wanting slickness.

I buried my head in his neck as his motions turned primal and animalistic. That ache built in my core. It was too much. I sweated, trembled, begged. I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. That only made him fuck me harder, deeper into my core.

He was too strong. Too big.

Too unbelievably wrong for me.

Everything about Maddox screamed
danger
, including how easily he plucked me up, imbedded me with his bare cock, and fucked me like I was a little rag-doll for his pleasure. He was the one man I never should have wanted, a dark and threatening force in my life. He owned my body, controlled my desire, and welcomed my surrender.

Those feelings hadn’t diminished after a year. I’d do anything for this man.
Anything
. And if I wasn’t careful, it would damn us and ruin the justice I demanded for him.

“Josie…” His words clipped over an aggressive profanity. “Come for me.”

He didn’t need to order it. I was already there, bucking and groaning and
dying
as my heart shredded itself in both relief and agony. I tensed and arched, crying out for him as the pleasure shattered my will. A furious heat burst into my core, so intense I feared the fire trapped us once more.  

It wasn’t flames.

It was him—bare and thick, shooting his heated jet inside me. His words growled nonsense, and he slammed me harder against his pumping cock.

His roar should have terrified me. Instead it curled my toes and earned him my second surrender. He filled me completely, unwaveringly, and carried me imbedded on his cock to the couch. Maddox dropped me onto my back, and my legs fell open. He slapped away my hands as I tried to hide what he had already taken.

It was no use. We weren’t strangers. We weren’t awkward lovers.

And we weren’t yet satisfied.

He fell over me, hands tangled in my hair, his hand tickling the slick, dark petals of my slit. I twisted and groaned, too sensitive from his fucking to endure any more.

He didn’t care.

His cock thrust inside me again, his seed slickening me for a rougher claiming.

“
More
…” He grunted, stealing my hesitations with a kiss. “I’m not letting you go, Sweets. Not until I know you’re mine.”

“How?”

“When you’re spent. Exhausted. Coming uncontrollably.” He grinned, biting that sensitive spot on my neck once more. “Once I know you’re carrying my baby.”

Oh, God. It shouldn’t have thrilled me, but the Josie of a year ago who cared only about cookies and cakes and starting a family screamed at me to just let him in once more, to accept him, to take everything he offered.

“I need to know you’re safe,” Maddox said. His motions stilled. “I’ll protect you, Josie. I swear to God, I’ll find the man who separated us, who tried to hurt you, who destroyed your store…and I’ll take my revenge.”

His body slammed into mine, again and again, fierce and…

Frightened?

Like he thought he’d lose me?

Like he thought
I
was the one in danger?

My heart thudded, too hard and too desperate. I forced him to slow, only so I could touch his face. I kissed his perfect lips, ones that only knew how to curse and threaten to prove his love.

I could stay safe on my own, but I couldn’t protect Maddox from himself.

The man I loved was in danger, and I’d do everything in my power to keep him alive.

Even if it meant breaking his heart.

Chapter Three – Maddox

Josie Davis belonged to me.

She was the only woman I ever loved, and she had been taken from me. Or I was taken from her. It didn’t matter. Every hour I spent apart from her razed into meaningless eternity. Without her touch, without her beautiful almond eyes, I was lost. Empty. I didn’t live my life for her. She was my life, and I was an idiot for taking that gift for granted.

Injustice separated us for an entire year, and I’d be damned if I let anything keep me from her now. Not the law. Not the town. Not even layers of clothing. 

I didn’t know what time it was. Hell if I even knew the day. In the darkness, Josie writhed in pleasure. It was the least I could offer her. Christ only knew if she had been scared without me. While I was jailed, the monster who burned down her shop might have returned to harm her, steal from her, and threaten her. I went insane imagining horrible and heart-shattering visions of her in danger.

Somebody wanted me gone, and I knew exactly who framed me.

I’d get my revenge. I’d protect the one thing that mattered most to me.

And then I’d give her the life she deserved.

Josie was petite, pint-size—half a scoop of chocolate ice cream. Her dark skin tasted just as sweet. Luxurious. The first time I saw her, I made the mistake of labeling her as
brown sugar
. She wasn’t insulted, just thought I was causing trouble and trying to steal some of her desserts from her shop. She even accused me of plotting to take her
chocolate-covered cherry.

It had been my plan—and a dirty one at that. But then I had a sample of that softness. A single kiss and I was hers. I knew then I wanted all of her. Body. Heart. Future.

Josie Davis would right every mistake I’d ever made, forgive every sin I’d committed, and heal me from every punishment of my past.

If she took me back.

If not, I’d fuck the doubt from her mind until she realized she was mine, and we were meant to survive this life together.

Her legs wrapped around me as I taught her, and she knew better than to move her arms from her sides or above her head. I rutted into her, hard and unforgiving, savoring her tightness.

No other man had taken her but me. No one had touched her but me. Her innocence and body were mine and mine alone, and I lost myself in that simple desire.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust—a handful of perfection that tempted me more than any sugar she baked or icing she licked off her finger. I clasped her dark nipple between my teeth. She liked that, especially when I bit on that sensitive, taut—

“Maddox!” Her voice shrilled. A ripple of pleasure bound through her, trapping her within her own orgasm and my relentless thrusts. “Oh, I can’t…I just keep…”

“Don’t stop coming for me…” I gripped her hips and tortured myself with her tightness. “You owe me a year’s worth of orgasms.”

She liked the sound of that. Or her body did. Josie was too sweet, still too damn innocent to admit to wanting to be fucked hard, fast, and without mercy. Not that I’d ever show her any, and not that she ever needed it. That slick little pussy accepted everything I did, and together we crested into every promised pleasure the world had denied us.

Josie’s soft voice whispered my name.

Her timid lips kissed me when she feared to speak the truth.

She submitted to my cock, so obedient and loving I didn’t know which one of us was in control.

I’d fuck her. Flip her onto the bed, pound her against the wall, and yet it was me,
every damn time
, losing my mind to her and her alone.

No other woman compared. No other person in the
world
understood me like Josie. She saved me from a life of darkness, crime, and violence. I owed everything to her.

She arched under me, offering more of her to slam and seize. After a full-night of fucking, my body ached and my balls swelled and yet I wanted only to bury myself deeper in her.

I grunted, steadying myself hilt-deep until we were flesh against flesh. She tensed. Her words crashed with a soft agony, and her body betrayed her into another crackling and uncompromising orgasm that racked her in utter surrender to me.

Nothing looked so beautiful.

I would take her. Ruin her. Possess her.

Start a life with her.

Create a life within her.

This was my chance to take back what was mine, and it began and ended with her. Too much time wasted while I served my sentence. I wouldn’t lose another moment before beginning that journey with Josie.

She fell limp against the bed, panting my name. I erupted inside her. I growled too harsh and frightening for a woman who deserved none of my aggression but endured every punishing strike. I let the desire overwhelm me, and I filled her with my every hope, secret fantasy, everything I wanted in life.

Our life.

Together.

I collapsed over her, rolling to her side to avoid crushing the woman who offered her body for my delights. In prison, I remembered her scent. Her eyes. Her heat. But I’d forgotten how much she loved
me
. I wasn’t insecure, just realistic. Josie Davis had no reason to want me.

But she did. She hadn’t said it, but she couldn’t hide it. Not from me.

I’d fucked her for hours, but the softness of her cheek against my chest was the real pleasure. Her breathing lengthened, and her eyes fluttered closed. Either I fucked her too good, or she felt safe enough to pass out beside me. I hoped it was both. Problem was, I shouldn’t have stayed. Shouldn’t have even come to her.

I had nothing to offer her. Hell, I
was
nothing. The only thing I promised her was a night of animalistic fucking, and I did my only deed well. But I wasn’t looking to win her back. I only wanted to prove she hadn’t made a shitty mistake falling for me in the first place.

And these days, I wasn’t so sure.

She rolled away first.

I didn’t expect that.

Usually she was quiet after sex—a polite word for
subdued
. I never cuddled, but Josie didn’t fuck like a rented whore. When we were dating, after I took her, I kept her against my muscle. Made sure she knew how much I loved her, even if I couldn’t show it beyond rutting her into senseless oblivion.

The sheet fluttered over her body. She tried to wrap it around her curves. Failed. Sometime during the night we tangled every blanket inside the other. She fought with the fitted sheet and lost as it snapped over the mattress.

Why the hell did she cover herself? I’d already memorized every part of her body—petite, slim, dark, and sexy. She tripped over her unsteady feet and lunged for a pair of panties. In a rush, she tugged them up. Backwards. She might have tried again, but instead she tossed a shirt over her head and attempted to cover the mistake.

What the hell was she doing?

“Get in bed,” I ordered.

I’d have dressed too, but I hadn’t come that much in a year. For all I knew, my heart would explode in exhaustion or relief.

Josie ignored me.

“It’s late,” I said.

She brushed her hair from her face. Without her usual headband or scrunchies or pretty little scarves, the curls bounced everywhere. She smoothed them down. Didn’t work. They bounded and teased, as playful as ever.

“It’s not late…” She wagged her phone at me. “It’s early.”

Like I could read the numbers. No blood stayed in my head. “All the more reason to sleep.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure, you can. Get in bed. Pull the covers up. Rest your head right here.” I pointed to my chest. “You used to do it all the time, Sweets.”