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Tears began to leak from the corner of my eyes, hating this horrible feeling of helplessness. Sticking out my tongue, I swiped it against his crown as his dick emerged from between my abused flesh. His salty and sour taste made my stomach turn. I’d sucked his cock—swallowed him down—enough to remember that I hated taking him into my mouth.
“You’re hardly trying, Alex.” The words were benign, but the intent behind them wasn’t. He was quickly losing patience with me.
On his next thrust, I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his dick and sucked. Maddox’s hands flexed around my bruisedbreasts, kneading them roughly. He kept up with that punishing pace. Kneading. Pinching. Pulling. Grunting. Taking…
I shut my eyes, waiting for it all to be over. Ignoring Maddox’s noises. Shutting out the sensations. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Reaver began jerking off as he watched, but aside from the tip of the knife against my throat, he didn’t touch me.
“Fuck, yes,” Maddox finally ground out, shoving himself in farther than before and coming with a groan all over my chest and neck. He was breathing hard, his teeth bared, running his cock through his cum before releasing his hold on my breasts and spreading his release all over them. Tapping the angry red head of his cock against my nipples, he grinned fiercely at the way his cum—sticky and viscous—stretched with each movement.
He pressed his forehead against mine, heated breath rushing over my skin. I was repulsed by him, but more than that, I was angry at myself for letting him hurt me again. When he finally sat up, he tucked his softening cock back into his slacks and drew up the zipper.
He smirked at me when he saw where my eyes were. “I knew you fucking missed having my dick in your mouth.” When I shook my head in denial, he reached up to capture my bottom lip. He dragged it down, his mouth pulling into another satisfied smirk when he glimpsed the tattoo of his name on the inside of my lip.
“Never forget who you belong to, baby,” he crooned softly, his words and tone at complete odds with the force of his actions.
My shame was shattered by sudden insistent barking.
Lucifer.
The skin around Maddox’s eyes tightened before he growled at Reaver, “You told me that tranquilizer was going to knock him out for hours!”
Reaver said nothing.
On a frustrated growl, Maddox told him, “Just shut that goddamned dog up.”
Reaver pulled out a gun and moved around the bed.
“No!” I yelled, desperately looking between Maddox and Reaver. “No! Don’t hurt him.”
My scream echoed around my head. There was a sudden loudcrashfollowed by snarls that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Straining to see past Maddox’s broad shoulders, I watched Lucifer charge into the bedroom, his top lip curled back from his teeth, saliva dripping from his jaws. He was something savage—a demon on a warpath.
In slow motion, Lucifer launched himself at Maddox’s body. I thought this was it. Maddox was finally going to get what was coming to him, but with whip-fast movements, Reaver swung the gun around… taking aim.
Chapter 23
Nick
As soon asI pulled my bike onto Oakwood, the prickle at the back of my neck—the one that I hadn’t been able to ignore the whole ride over—intensified. Up ahead, I could see a sleek black Escalade parked outside Alex’s garage, and that prickle turned into an electric current thrumming through my blood. Instinct told me to stay hidden for as long as I could. To keep my approach under the radar, I guided my bike to the side of the road and killed the engine. Running up the sidewalk—grit grinding too loudly beneath my boots—I kept my eyes on the strange car parked out the front. Reaching it, I found it empty but the hood still warm.
Looking up, I saw a faint glow coming from behind the curtains in Alex’s living room.
It was almost three in the morning.
She should’ve been asleep.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by Lucifer’s fierce barking.
Frantic.
Pained.
Urgent.
My gaze tracked down to the office door. It was splintered—barely hanging on it hinges. I was moving without consciousthought, clearing the office and into the workshop before my brain caught up, my boots crunching over the glass strewn across the floor.
When I was at the base of the stairs, I heard someone say, “Just shut that goddamned dog up.”
There was only one dog he could be talking about, and the idea of someone hurtingmydamned dog—the last thing I had of my brother—made my blood fucking boil.
