Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I pick her up off the island, my hands under her ass as I carry her to her room. She’s fading away in front of my eyes. I needed her to take the pill. Not because I want to fuck her. I don’t need her to black out for that. But for other reasons. I knew she’d take the easy way out. No one wants to know what’s coming if given the option not to have to face it.

I’ve been in her house for the past three hours watching her sleep. She called out my name while she dreamed of me, and it made me as hard as a rock.

I told her five days, but I’ve waited six. I’ve followed her, watched her every move. I’ve been so close to her that all she had to do was open her eyes, and she would have caught me. But she’s been preoccupied. Too worried about what’s to come. Her fear is warranted. That’s why I just kissed her because soon, she won’t want me touching her, let alone looking at her. When I’m done using my new toy, she won’t know what to do with her life. She won’t know what her purpose is without belonging to me.

I lay her down on her bed. “I dreamed of you,” she whispers.

I smile down at her. “I know.”

Her heavy eyes open, long dark eyelashes fluttering. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Not right now.” I can’t help but run my knuckles over her soft skin and down to her hip bones, dipping my fingertips into her wet underwear.

She raises her hips, a moan escaping her lips. “Please?” she begs desperately.

I didn’t give her anything that would make her horny. That’s all her. It was just to relax her. Keep her memory foggy so when she wakes up in hell tomorrow, she won’t remember how I got her there. “You’ll have plenty of time to beg me, doll face,” I assure her.

“But I want you.” Her hands come up to her chest, and she grabs her breasts.

I grip her wrists and pin them down to her sides. “I’ll remember that when you wake up.” Letting go of her, she manages to push herself up onto her forearms.

Dilated eyes meet mine, and her lips part on a heavy inhale. “Why do you want me?” she asks.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I counter honestly. I’ve wanted her since I first saw her. Now I have an in. A reason to treat her like the lying bitch she is. I know exactly who she is and who she’s working for. I’m going to make sure that when I’m done with her, she’s crawling back in tears because I used her in every way possible. I’ve always been an opportunist. And this is an opportunity that only an idiot would pass on.

She falls onto her back, eyes closing. Mine drop to her chest. They’re even more perfect in person. Perky C cup. Her pink nipples are hard, and I reach out to massage them.

She groans, her hips rising once more. Her hands come up to grab her breasts, and I slap them away. “Oh no, doll face. I’ll be the only one to touch you.”

A soft chuckle comes from her parted lips as if that’s not going to happen. I get up off the bed and walk over to the opposite side of the room where I’ve been watching her sleep. I reach down and pick up my bag and bring it over to the bed. I unzip it and her eyes open, but she looks around aimlessly.

I pull out several leather belts in multiple lengths and sizes. I slide one under her waist, and pull it tight, buckling it above her pierced belly button. I then place the little gold lock on it. Then I grip her cum-covered underwear and slide them down her legs before shoving them into my back pocket. I look over her shaved cunt, and my mouth waters.

I place another belt under her right thigh, pulling it tightly and buckling it in place with the lock. Then repeat it with the other before I connect them with short chains to the belt around her waist so she can’t push them down her legs. Then I place one around each small wrist and each arm right above the elbow. These will allow me to secure her in multiple positions. It’s endless, really. I have several in mind.

I stand and pull the connecting devices from the bag and secure the ones around her wrists to each thigh, locking her arms down by her side. “Beautiful,” I whisper.

“Haidyn?” She pulls on them but has no luck. Even if she wasn’t weak, she wouldn’t be able to get out of them. It just makes her moan again. “Kiss me.” She licks her lips. “Please kiss me like you did in my kitchen.”

I smirk, placing my fists on either side of her head. This is going to be easier than I thought. “You want me to kiss you?” What surprises me the most is how much I want to hear her say that again.

Her eyes search mine, but I’m not sure she sees me at all. Nodding, she begs, “Please?”

I grip her cheeks, and she arches her neck, parting her lips. I lower my mouth to hers and spit into it. She doesn’t even gag. Instead, she leaves it open like a good girl, and I smile, lowering my lips to hers. I kiss her. My tongue enters her mouth, tasting her, and she arches her body off the bed, begging for more. But that’s all she’s going to get tonight. Pulling away, I run my fingers over her lips and slide them into her mouth. She wraps her lips around them and sucks as I shove them to the back of her throat, making her gag.

“Fuck, doll face. Look at you begging me to fuck your mouth already.” She blinks, and her unfocused eyes start to well with unshed tears. Slowly, I remove my fingers, and her body lowers to the bed, her eyes closing.

“Where do you want my cock the most—your ass, cunt, or mouth?”

“My pussy.” She groans, her body rocking side to side. “My pussy, please…”

I chuckle. That’ll be the last hole I’ll fuck of hers. When you fuck a woman’s pussy, it’s for her enjoyment. Nothing about this will be about her. It’s all about me. She’ll learn to please me.

I lower my hands between her legs, and she spreads them for me. I run the tips of my fingers up and down, feeling her wetness from coming on herself earlier.

“Yes.” Her hips buck, but I don’t push my fingers into her.

My plans with her will take weeks, months even. I’m going to ride this train as long as I can.

I stand and watch her chest rising and falling softly. She’s out for now. “Come on, doll face.” I slide my arms under her limp body and pick her up, carrying her to her new home. I was telling the truth. How long she stays with me is up to her.

CHARLOTTE

I’m floating, but at the same time, I feel like a blanket is on top of me, weighing me down. There’s a humming in my ears, and my mouth is dry. My heavy eyes open, and I realize I’m lying on my back, staring at a black ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back. I feel like I slept on an uneven rock.

Rolling onto my side, I stop myself when I feel my arm is in the way. I try to move it, but it doesn’t work. Did I sleep on it wrong? Has it gone numb?

Sitting up, I look down at it to see black belts wrapped around each thigh and a short chain connected to matching belts that are around each wrist, pinning my arms down.

My breathing picks up, and I start yanking on them, but all it does is pinch the skin on my thighs from the leather. “HAIDYN?” I shout his name, throwing my head back, trying to get my wild hair out of my face so I can see clearly. “Haidyn?”

I’m met with nothing but silence. I manage to get to my knees. It takes a lot of work, but I’m able to get to my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O, so I press my back against a cold concrete wall, trying to take in my surroundings.

The first thing I notice is a small mattress on the floor. No bigger than a twin. It’s what I was lying on. It looks dirty, and there’s a wet spot from where I was most likely drooling. At least, I hope that’s what it is. To my right is a white countertop with six cabinets underneath.

I rush over to them, almost tripping over myself, which would suck because I can’t use my hands to keep from slamming my face on the concrete floor. Bending down a little, I position myself to where my right hand can reach the cabinets. I grab the handle and try to open it, but it’s locked.

“Fuck!”

I try the other, then another, and another with no luck. All six are locked. “Goddammit.” Haidyn is smarter than that.

Blowing my hair out of my face, I look at the far wall, and my heart picks up as I step in front of it. It’s a mirror. A large square glass that takes up most of the wall. I see myself in the reflection. I look hungover. Or like I’m coming off a three-day binge of some sort. My eyes are puffy, and my hair is a tangled and wild mess. My chin and cheek are slick from drool.

How long have I been out? I willingly took that pill he offered me. Who knows what it was and how long it affected me. Even now, I feel wobbly. A single bulb that hangs from the low ceiling gives me just enough light to see that my dull eyes look dilated and bloodshot.

I’m also naked. No surprise. My eyes quickly scan my tan skin. I don’t see any bruises, but the leather has begun to irritate me. I see two more that I hadn’t seen a minute ago. Each one wrapped around my arms above my elbows. Little golden locks get my attention, telling me that I can’t remove the belts even if I could unlatch my wrists from my thighs. They’ve all been locked in place. Another set of belts is wrapped around my ankles. But the ones around my upper arms make me nervous. Why are they in that spot? What could he possibly do with them?

Taking a few steps back, I step on something that digs into my foot. “Ow.” I wince and hobble to the side until my ass hits the countertop behind me. I look down to see what I stepped on. It’s a large drain in the center of the room. The floor seems to slant toward it. It’s not the kind you see in a shower or bath. It’s the kind you see on the side of the road—a storm drain.

Walking over to it, I kneel and bend forward, trying to lean over to where I can wrap my right hand around one of the bars and attempt to pull it up. Grinding my teeth, I pull with all I can, but it doesn’t budge. “Shit.” I hiss, letting go and sitting back.

“HAIDYN?” I shout, starting to get really pissy. My voice echoes in the small room, and I drop my head, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. It won’t do me any good. I’m here because he wants me here. I chose to be his. Not like the alternative was any better. The Lords would wipe me off the face of the earth. And I’d still probably end up here at Carnage. That’s where those who betray their oath go. I’d be no different.

Fisting my hands, I pull them out to my sides, trying to tear the leather or yank it free, but it only pinches my skin once again on my thighs. They’re tight as fuck. I’m sweating, and it’s making them itch.

I drop them and suck in breath after breath, trying not to cry. I do that when I’m mad. Throwing my head back, I blow the hair from my slick face and look up at the ceiling. It’s so hot in here, and my mouth is dry.

A bright light flips on, and I duck my head, shutting my eyes. A door opening has me shaking where I kneel. It could be Haidyn or any other Spade brother for that matter. Three of them run this hell. And for all I know, he will let them all play with me. They shared Ashtyn, right? And if what my mother’s friend said was true, he loves her. I’m nothing to him.

Metal scraping on concrete has me flinching, but I remain where I’m at with my head down. A submissive pose. This is what he wants. A mindless toy he can control.

“Hello, doll face.”

His deep voice sends goose bumps over my already heated skin as it fills the small room. I open my eyes and peek up at him through my lashes.

He’s sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, hands on his jean-clad thighs. His posture looks relaxed, but his eyes look amused. He’s got that fucking baseball hat on backward that makes my stomach do flips, and he wears a white T-shirt that pulls against his hard chest and broad shoulders. He looks like a god, and I’m a chained pet.

Sitting up, he reaches out to push my wild hair from my face, but I pull back from his touch.

He pauses with his hand still inches from my face, and he smirks. “I brought you something.” Leaning down, he picks up a water bottle that sits by his feet, and my already dry mouth becomes the Sahara Desert as I look at the condensation on the plastic.

“Thirsty?” he asks, his eyes on mine.

I nod.

Lifting it in front of me, he gives it a little tilt, and it splashes on the drain that separates us. “Hai-dyn!” I shriek, and my voice cracks.

He rights it and arches a brow at me. “I asked you a question, Charlotte.” His voice is now a growl, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes.” I nod again, my arms pulling on the restraints. Those angry tears I try to hold back blur my vision. “I’m thirsty.” Taking in a calming breath, I ask, “May I please have a drink?”