He continued to play with me and pump his fingers into me, coating his fingers with the seed he’d left inside of me.

  There was a kink to it that made me feel debased and shameless for being so turned on by it. When he pulled his fingers out, he groaned as he looked at what he’d been playing with, then lifted his eyes to me.

  “Get on the floor and stick that ass in the air.”

  I did as I had been told, opening my legs so that I knew he could see his semen oozing out of me.

  “Beautiful, filthy girl,” he whispered as he slipped his fingers back into me, then ran his coated fingers back until they probed at the tight, untouched entrance of my butt.

  I gasped tensing up. .

  Blaise’s laugh was low and deep. “Relax,” he said as he started running his finger around it.

  I squeezed my eyes closed, prepared for pain but shocked when the caress made my pussy clench.

  Then, he gently pushed a fingertip in and out. “Easy, baby. I just want to play with it. Little tight pink hole. This ass belongs to me too.” His voice was hoarse and aroused.

  That was enough to ignite the naughty, wanton side of me that had suddenly come to life. Knowing I was affecting him made me want to press for more. I pushed back as his fingertip went in and gasped when more of his finger sank inside.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Dirty little princess.”

  I did it again, and he started to fuck my ass with his finger. His breathing getting louder as my moans increased.

  “Jesus, baby,” he said, and then his hands grabbed my waist as his dick slid into my entrance while he continued to play with my butt.

  I had his cock in one hole and his finger in the other. It felt forbidden, and the idea made me cry out and beg for more. I wanted to be bad for him.

  “Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, rocking back to meet each thrust.

  “You keep this up, and I’m gonna pull out of that pussy and fill this ass up with my cum,” he warned as he pumped into me harder.

  His finger sank deeper and deeper into my tight entrance, and I screamed his name, feeling crazed and out of control. This was what I needed. For him to own me. Take me. Make me forget about everything and everyone else. Just this.

  “AH, AH, GOD!” I cried out as he stuck two fingers inside my ass and slammed his cock inside me harder.

  “Is that good? You like your ass finger-fucked? My sweet girl likes to be fucked.” His voice sounded as out of control as I felt.

  “Yes!” I cried, throwing my head back.

  “Come on my cock, baby,” he panted as he held my hips, pumping into me.

  His words sent me over the edge, and I screamed as my body jerked with each wave of pleasure that hit me. Blaise kept up his rhythm until my last spasm ended, and then he let out a shout as he pulled out of me and ejaculated onto my skin. The heat of each shot hit my back, the hole he’d been playing with, and I felt some against the back of my thighs.

  I fell forward onto my hands but kept my bottom stuck up in the air while he finished. He used his fingers to rub his semen on my skin. I shivered as his fingers moved the warmth down my thighs, then between them, pushing it into my still-sensitive core.

  “Nothing fucking hotter than you covered in my cum. Makes me want to coat you in it over and over again. Mark you. Fucking bite you so people can see you’re mine.”

  I turned my head and looked back at him, then moved my hair from my neck to expose it. “Then, bite me,” I challenged, and his eyes went from my face to the sensitive skin I was offering him.

  “Come here,” he said, wiping one hand on his shirt and holding the other for me to take.

  I sat up and let him pull me close to him. He nuzzled my neck and wrapped his arms around me. I held on to him, needing the comfort.

  “If you want to be fucked, I’m always willing. Burying my dick in you is all I think about. But holding you is enough too. Whatever it is you need, tell me. But don’t do anything just to please me,” he said, then leaned back and took my chin in his hand. “Fucking isn’t love. There’s a difference. Fucking you is the only damn time in my life I’ll touch heaven. I’m gonna bust hell wide open, but I can live with that shit because I’ve had you in my arms. You’re the only heaven I’ll ever need.”

  My eyes filled with tears, and a sob came from my chest. Blaise pulled me against him, and I released all my broken pieces while I finally let my pain consume me. He was there to hold me while I mourned the life I’d never been given.

  Seven

  Blaise

  I stood at the bar and poured another glass of whiskey. If this didn’t numb the fucking ache in my chest, I was going to have to break something. Maybe there was a fucker I needed to kill.

  “How’s our girl?” Gage asked as he walked into the room.

  I set my glass down with more force than necessary. “MY fucking girl. Not ours. Never ours.” I scowled at him.

  I didn’t need to break him. He was my friend. He just needed to be careful how he phrased shit.

  “Whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to set you off. Just wondering how your girl is doing,” he replied.

  “She’s sleeping,” I replied.

  We’d fucked two more times downstairs. After she’d fallen apart on me and wept, which ripped my damn chest open, she’d come inside and turned back into that insatiable woman she’d been in the limo. I knew it was her emotions making her cling to me and that she was craving connection after what I’d had to tell her. But I was a man, and if Madeline wanted fucked, my dick was going to oblige. The fact that she was covered in my semen inside and out while she was passed out in my bed made me feel like a damn caveman. I wanted to drag her into a hole and keep her there with me.

  “She has a lot to work through,” Gage said, pouring himself a drink.

  So far, she was working through it by keeping me buried inside her pussy. I wasn’t complaining, but I was concerned. I didn’t know how to help her, and right now, all she seemed to want from me was my dick. That couldn’t be a healthy response.

  “She’ll be okay. She needs time,” I told him.

  He walked over and sat down on the sofa. “She asked about who left the envelope yet?”

  I shook my head, swirling the liquid in my cup around as I looked at it. I had expected her to ask that, but then after all she’d learned, I doubted that ranked very high right now. But it would soon, and I needed to have an answer.

  “Levi told you that the security company said the three cameras that should have shown us who took the file from your office and put it at your door were all paused?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, he did. Fucking infuriates me.”

  “Can’t just be anyone,” he muttered.

  He was right. It was very limited on who it could be. Right now, the only video feed we had that morning during the time the other cameras had been paused was one of Angel coming down the stairs, going to the kitchen, getting herself some water, and fixing a bowl of berries, then going back up the stairs. And there was no fucking way Angel had figured out how to pause the damn cameras from the control room. Gina had said she was taking a shower, and Angel had backed that up.

  “You haven’t put a gun to my or Levi’s head, so I am assuming you don’t think we did it,” Gage said.

  I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”

  Although I wasn’t positive about Gina. She could have figured out the security system controls. The shower cover-up could easily be set into place. She could have turned the shower on and lied to Angel while she did it. I just hated accusing her of it unless I had fucking proof.

  “Weird that no cars were seen arriving that morning. I would swear it was Trev, but he couldn’t have snuck in here without the cameras outside seeing him.”

  I’d thought the same thing. Trev had liked Madeline, but it had been lust. He wasn’t in love with her. He’d wanted to fuck her. He hadn’t had enough time with her to realize how special she was. He wouldn’t have done it.

  “They missed something. Made a mistake somewhere, and it’ll show up. I’m looking for it,” I replied, then took a long drink.

  “I fucking hope it’s not Gina,” he said. His tone made it clear that he didn’t see how it could be anyone else.

  I hoped it wasn’t too, but right now, there didn’t seem to be any other answer.

  “Speaking of, where is Gina?” he asked.

  “Not sure. Probably upstairs with Angel,” I replied.

  I needed her to keep Angel up there. I wasn’t mentally sound enough to deal with her at the moment. I had bigger issues.

  “When does Angel go to sleep?” he asked.

  “I don’t fucking know. Why?”

  He shrugged. “I need my dick sucked. Gina is a fucking pro.”

  I grunted and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace. “I don’t want to think about Gina and your cock. She’s like my sister.” Who might have fucking betrayed me.

  “Fair enough,” Gage replied. “Mind if I have some folks over?”

  I threw back the rest of my drink, then set the glass down on the table beside me. “Not in the mood for one of your public fuckfests,” I told him, knowing that was what he was after.

  “Not even if I have those two strippers over from Devil’s Lair who suck on each other’s tits and finger each other?” His tone was hopeful.

  “It’s time you get your own place,” I said, annoyed. “That shit can’t happen with Madeline here. I don’t want her walking in on that.”

  “You don’t have to join in,” he pointed out.

  “I don’t want her seeing that shit in her own home,” I told him, growing pissed by the second.

  He sighed. “She’s moving in for good. We need a place. Where we can fuck, have orgies, parties, that shit.”

  I laid my head back on the chair. Gage was a whore. He was also ruthless. He could slice a man open, then turn around and fuck some bitch beside the dead carcass. There was enough twisted shit in his head that it made him invaluable. But right now, I wasn’t in the mood to talk about his future fuck locations.

  “We’re having an orgy? Did someone get those strippers from Devil’s who fuck around with each other? I’ve been missing them. What’re their names, Kitty and Starla?” Levi asked as he walked into the living room.

  “No fucking here anymore. We need a new place,” Gage told him.

  I didn’t even open my eyes to acknowledge this conversation.

  “Oh, hey, Maddy.” Gage’s words had me snapping my eyes open.

  Madeline was standing in the doorway with the black robe I’d bought her wrapped around her and her hair damp from the shower, hanging down around her shoulders. She looked nervous when her eyes met mine. I held out my hand for her to come to me, and she did. I took in the sight of her and wondered if it was me I should be worried about. Just looking at her made my chest ache.

  She slipped her hand into mine, and I pulled her onto my lap. She pressed her knees together, then tucked her legs between mine to keep them covered. I liked that she was modest in front of other men. Not something I was used to or that I would have given a shit about before. I’d shared women with the three of them for years. Madeline though wasn’t to be shared.

  “Want to order out? I’m craving barbecue,” Levi said. “Unless we’re going to a strip club.”

  “I need my dick sucked. Let’s go get some strippers. We can get barbecue on the way,” Gage said as he stood up. He glanced back at me. “We’ll keep our phones on us.”

  I simply nodded. I didn’t expect to have anything come up tonight, but I never knew. The guys were clearing out, and I wished like hell Angel and Gina weren’t just upstairs. Having Madeline all to myself with no one around would be good for both of us.

  “You hungry?” I asked her, wrapping a damp strand of her hair around my finger.

  “A little,” she admitted, then blushed.

  I fucking loved that she blushed like that after she’d let me be depraved with her earlier. Jesus, I’d never wanted to rub my damn cum on a woman in my life, yet seeing it on Madeline and shoving it back up in her had made me crazed.

  “What sounds good?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “I can go see what we have that I can cook.”

  Her eyes looked exhausted. She was lying on me like she had no energy left. I’d thought she’d have slept longer downstairs, but she had only been down there an hour. I wasn’t letting her go make us food. I was going to feed her. If she’d let me, I’d literally feed her while she sat here, just like this.

  “I’ll order out. You just tell me what you want,” I told her.

  “But I can cook,” she argued back.

  Pulling her legs closer to me, I kissed her cheek. “But I want to hold you. I don’t want to have to let you go. If you cook, I can’t hold you. So, please, let me do this.”

  I felt her sink further into me.

  “Okay.” There was a soft smile on her lips.

  If I didn’t get her fed soon, she might possibly fall back asleep like this. The fact that she had lost so much damn weight was the only reason I wasn’t taking her back downstairs and letting her sleep in my arms.

  “Tell me what sounds good,” I repeated.

  “Um … cheeseburger and crispy fries. Maybe a cookie or if they have chocolate cake,” she said.

  I wanted to laugh, but if I did, I was afraid she would change her mind. “That’s doable. Even the chocolate cake … only if I get to feed you though.”

  She turned to look at me and frowned. “Feed me?”

  I nodded. “You, in my lap, while I feed you.”

  She scrunched her nose, then laughed. “That’s weird, but okay.”

  I pulled her to me and inhaled her clean, sweet scent. “Yet me playing with my cum leaking out of your pussy isn’t weird?”

  She blushed again. Damn, she made me smile.

  Eight

  Blaise

  The next few days, I stayed home with Madeline. I’d convinced her to get on a swimsuit and go out to the pool with me. The fucking bikinis that Melanie had bought her barely covered her up, and I’d made sure the guys knew that when we were out at the pool, they needed to disappear. They had seen her in one once, and that had been the last time they or any other man would see her in a bikini.

  Being alone had given me time to work on Madeline’s swimming. She needed something else to focus on. Starting with the swimming, and then we’d go to the ranch and get her back on a horse. I wasn’t ready to share her with the world again just yet. The sun had given her a healthy glow, and she was smiling a little more, but not often enough. The insecurity in her eyes was killing me. I wanted to make that shit go away. She was mine.

  I had even hired Angel’s nurse to work around the clock so that Angel didn’t come to the main part of the house. She was taken out to the ranch to see the horses and swim, so she wasn’t kept upstairs all the time. I also didn’t want her to have a screaming fit in the house. It helped, not having her here so that I could give Madeline my full attention. Once Madeline didn’t look at me with those big, haunted eyes and I felt like she could handle Angel’s being here and sudden outbursts, I’d let things go back to normal. Although the more time I had with just Madeline here, the more I wasn’t sure I wanted Gina and Angel living here to be our normal. It was time for a change. I just didn’t have the time to focus on that right now. Or the fucking drama that would come with it.

  “Trev’s here,” Huck announced as he walked into the room. “Just saw him drive through the gate. You give Garrett the new code?”

  I nodded. I was sure Garrett had sent him.

  My father had called my phone twice today, and I’d ignored it. Getting Madeline back had been my main concern. I knew he just wanted details on her. He’d been fucking furious when he found out she’d left and I’d let her go. I had sent word that she was back three days ago, but apparently, he needed proof. As if the fact that Angel was at the big house during the days wasn’t proof enough.

  Madeline was in my lap again tonight while we watched some dumbass movie Gage had bought on streaming. She fidgeted with her pajama shorts, as if she was trying to pull them down. I pointed at the blanket on the end of the sofa, and Huck brought it to me without me needing to explain. I used it to cover her, and she smiled at me so damn sweetly that I wanted to take her back downstairs. Sharing her with anyone annoyed me.

  “I’ll let him in,” Huck said before Trev could get to the front door and ring the bell.

  The sound always upset Angel, and I didn’t know if the nurse had put her to bed yet or not. I didn’t need her coming down here right now. Seeing Madeline in my lap like this would send her into one of her fits. I wasn’t going to leave Madeline to deal with her if that happened. Things had to change.

  “What’s he here for? You know?” Gage asked me.

  “To make sure I have Madeline. Garrett will want confirmation she’s here,” I replied.

  I saw her eyes turn to look at me, and I met her gaze.

  “He will?” she asked me, looking surprised.

  I nodded my head once.

  “Why?”

  “He wants you safe,” I told her.

  She frowned, causing a small line to appear on her forehead. There was a lot she didn’t understand about the workings within the family. Her grandfather had been important to us. That made her important. However, her being Eli’s granddaughter wasn’t what made her important to me. Not anymore. She was mine. That made her the most important fucking person within the family. Even my father understood that.

  “Trev,” Gage called out, raising a hand in greeting as my younger brother entered the room, followed by Huck.

  “Hey, Gage,” he replied, and then his gaze scanned the room until he found Madeline in my lap.