His nose flared.
His jaw twitched.
His body shuddered.
I moaned.
He grunted.
I whimpered.
He growled.
I dug my fingers into his chest, right over his pounding heart. “Maddox–”
His hips jerked against mine, and I didn’t finish my sentence. My mind went blank, and a desperate moan slipped from me.
Maddox bit down on my lip, leaving a painful sting behind, as his hand circled around my throat. He thrust hard inside, stretching me with every thick inch of him. “Take it like a good girl,” he said, in a low and guttural voice. I clenched around him in response.
“Fuck,” he grunted in my ear. “Just like that, Baby. Squeeze me good and let me fuck you like I need to. Like you want me to. Your pussy is goddamn therapeutic, Lila.”
My eyes fluttered shut, as he pulled out and thrust back in, just as hard. There was nothing gentle or sweet about this. Maddox was using me, desperately chasing his release through my body, ridding himself of that pent-up anger inside of him... through