Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 66



Iwant you to see what I see every time I look into your eyes.”

My hands tremble as I look down at the ring he just slid on my finger. It looks massive on me. A large sapphire diamond in the center with two tapered baguettes on either side of a silver band. Something tells me it’s platinum. The center stone has to be over five carats and it makes me sick to my stomach. What I almost did to him. How differently tonight could have gone.

Swallowing the knot in my throat, I go over and pick up my cell off the floor and make sure that the Lords deleted the emails they sent me. Just like usual, they’re gone. Never existed.

Sighing, I enter the closet and see the bags that are full of the things I bought today while shopping that Haidyn had brought in when we arrived back here to get married. Along with my two suitcases that I still need to unpack. But it all can wait.

Looking over his side of the closet, I reach up and remove a white T-shirt off the hanger and slide it on, inhaling his scent. It immediately calms my nerves.

I enter our bedroom and frown when I don’t see him in here. I make my way to the living room in nothing other than his T-shirt. All that money I spent on designer lingerie today and I’d rather wear a shirt of his than anything else. No matter how unattractive he may find it.

I’m now his wife. If I ever forget, the ring he gave me will serve as a reminder that I have the rest of my life to dress up for him.

“Broken” by Seether and Amy Lee filters through the house as the music continues to play on the TV. I make my way down the hallway, and I see the door to his office open. I come to a stop at the doorway to see him standing in front of his minibar. He pours himself a glass of bourbon before he throws it back. Setting the now empty glass down, I watch him reach up and rub his chest as he closes his eyes and sighs heavily.

“Hey?” I step into his office. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he states and begins to fill up the glass again.

I bite my bottom lip, knowing he’s lying, but I’m not sure what I can do to fix it. The video is still very fresh on my mind. What they did to him…that was just one time. How many other times has the man died and been brought back to life? That can’t be good on anyone. It has to leave some sort of lingering effects. Not only mental but physical too.

Is that why he tried to commit suicide? Because he wanted to end it on his terms? His way? I can see Haidyn being that type of man and taking matters into his own hands.

He finishes making his drink and then sits down at his desk. I exit his office to head back to the bathroom. I catch sight of the ring Wesley gave me on the counter. Picking it up, I toss it in the drawer and grab what I need before returning to his office.

Coming to stand next to his desk, I hold up the bottle of lotion that I brought from my house. He looks at it and then me. “Want to watch me rub one out, doll face?” The corner of his lips twitch with amusement.

The idea of him sitting there, legs spread wide and wearing nothing as he jerks himself off isn’t a bad image at all. But I shake my head. “Come here.” I take his hand, and he lets me pull him up and over to the black couch. “Have a seat,” I say.

He plops down. Placing his hands on his jean-clad thighs, he smirks up at me. “Doing this again?”

I frown, not understanding what he means.

“Where you try to get me to lay down and spill all my secrets,” he explains.

“No.” My frown deepens. “I want you to tell me things because you want me to know. Not because you think I’m going to use them against you,” I say truthfully. I’m no longer the woman I was when I walked into Carnage under false pretenses.

The smirk drops off his face, and I ignore it. Tossing the lotion onto the couch next to him, I reach forward and grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. Thankfully, he helped me by raising his arms.

“Your turn,” he orders, his eyes going to the shirt of his that I wear.

“This is all I have on,” I say, motioning to the thin material.

“Even better.” He stands and grabs the shirt and doesn’t even give me the chance to fight him before he throws it across the room.

I cross my arms over my chest. “This isn’t supposed to be about sex.”

“Then what’s it supposed to be about?” he asks, placing his hands on my waist and slowly running them up over my ribs. My body instantly heats.

As my eyes search his, I get a lump in my throat thinking of that video the Lords sent me. I don’t know why I’m so emotional. Why I can’t seem to keep my shit together. I’ve never been this way before. Yet I’ve also never been blackmailed by a man and forced to hand him over, then decided to marry him to save my own ass either. I just keep telling myself to breathe. This is new for the both of us.

“I just want to take care of you,” I whisper. I want to do something no one else has ever done for him.

He frowns at my response. As if he’s trying to decide if I’m tricking him.

That’s my only job now. For the rest of my life. I’m on summer break from Barrington. I doubt he’ll let me return to the university in the fall. And a job…career? Men like Haidyn don’t want their wives to work. They want you devoted to them a hundred percent of the time. He doesn’t want kids so he will be the only person in my life. I’m not complaining. For once, I can see my future, and it’s just the two of us. There are no what-ifs anymore. I weighed my options when he asked me to be his Lady, and I made the choice to take him as my Lord.

“Okay, Charlotte.” He nods to himself and reaches down removing his shoes and socks. Then he undoes his belt before pushing his jeans down his legs along with his black boxer briefs so we’re both naked. Sitting down on the couch, he grabs my arms and pulls me onto him.

I straddle his legs, and my hands go to his broad shoulders.

“Do your worst, doll face.” He smirks. “But you’ll do it with my cock inside of you.”

His hand drops between our bodies, and I rise up to allow him to position his pierced dick against my pussy. He runs it back and forth, just teasing me for a few seconds, feeling how wet I already am for him.

My hips begin to rock back and forth, my want for him to fuck me growing hotter. When the head of his cock starts to push into my wet pussy, I lower my forehead to his and take in a deep breath.

He groans as I slide down onto his long and hard length. I go to rise up but his hands on my hips prevent it. “When I’m ready to fuck you, I will,” he states. “Until then, you’ll sit here on my lap with my cock inside your wet cunt. Understand?”

“Yes,” I answer and lick my lips.

“Good girl.” He sits back, his arms fanning the back cushions of the couch.

My eyes drop to his smooth and tatted chest, and I see the bullet wound. “When were you shot?” I come out and ask. “Was it recently?” The scar looks messy and new.

“Yes.” Is all he answers.

“Since you’ve met me?” I dig deeper. Haidyn isn’t the type of man to go into detail. You have to keep it simple with yes and no answers to get any information out of him.

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My eyes lift to meet his. “Is that why you left Carnage?”

“Yes and no.”

I don’t understand what the fuck that means but it makes me wonder if he did it himself. Maybe after the second try he was too ashamed to stay there with his brothers. But a part of me, a bigger part of me tells me it has to do with Ashtyn. And I hate that my mind immediately goes to her when I think of him getting hurt in any type of way.

“Does it hurt?” I question.

“No.”

He’s lying. I saw him rubbing it when I walked in here before he took two big glasses of alcohol. I don’t see him drink very often.

It could be because you almost handed him over to the Lords tonight.

I ignore that voice in my head and lean over, pick up the lotion and pump it twice into my other hand. Then toss it back to the side. Running my hands together, I try to warm it up before I place my hands flat on his chest and begin to massage it in.

He instantly relaxes into the couch; his head falls back and his lips part on a moan. “Goddamn.”

I make my way over to the scar where he was shot and gently rub the lotion over it. Not sure if I could hurt it or not. The feel of his cock jerking inside of my soaked pussy makes me rock my hips.

“Thought this wasn’t about sex?” He chuckles.

I ignore him and run my hands up his exposed neck, loving the way his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows. It takes a lot to make a man like Haidyn vulnerable. I want him to open up to me. I’m his wife. I should know things about him that no one else does.

The Lords have already shown me more than Haidyn will ever tell me, though. Will those stop now that I’m his wife?

My eyes follow my hands as they run over his hard and muscular body. He has a skull tattoo on his right pec. It looks like it’s melting, dripping down his chest. The left eye is where his Lords brand is—circle with three horizontal lines through it. He has the 666 brand on the other. A shattered hourglass below it. “What does this mean?” I wonder, running my nails over it. “Why is it shattered?” I clarify, looking over the pieces of sand that cover his skin. It looks so real. As if I could run my hands through it. The details are amazing.

He’s used them a lot with me when I’m being punished.

Lifting his head off the back of the cushion, his eyes meet mine when he speaks. “It’s a reminder that nothing last forever.” He removes his arms from the couch and places his tatted hands on my bare thighs that straddle his lap. “No matter how bad things are, they’ll eventually end.”

I get an instant pain in my chest as his words. He means being tortured in Carnage, right? They used one to track time when they were waterboarding him.

Reaching over, I pump lotion into my hand again and this time I start to massage his right arm and his eyes fall closed once more. “Fuck, doll face. I could get used to this.”

“I quite enjoyed it. Until you killed Enrique.” I say changing the subject. I can tell I’ve gotten about as much information as he wants to give me tonight. So I’m moving on to the next thing I want to talk about.

He smirks but doesn’t open his eyes. “Don’t worry, Charlotte. I’ll be more than happy to strap you down to a table and rub all over your body while your ass and cunt is filled with a vibrator and your mouth stuffed with a gag.”

I let go of his hand and slap the side of his arm playfully. “That’s not relaxing.”

“I would definitely enjoy it.” He chuckles.

Before he can stop me, I lift my hips and slam down on his cock, catching him off guard.

He sits straight up, his hands gripping my thighs and his fingers painfully digging into skin making me whimper. “Hai⁠—”

“Want me to fuck you, doll face?” He arches a brow.

I try to rock my hips back and forth, but he keeps me in place. It’s what I need. Him on top of me. Showing me what a desperate whore I am for my husband.

HAIDYN

I’m hard as fuck. My wife sits on my lap naked with my cock inside her. Of course, sex is the only thing on my mind. Although, the rub down she gave me was feeling pretty amazing as well.

I’ve been thinking of fucking her since I returned home, but I didn’t think she’d be in the mood when I found her on her knees in the bathroom. She’s proving to me that it doesn’t take much to get her begging.

She tries to move her hips, but I don’t allow it. “You want it? You know what to do.”

Letting out a growl, she throws her head back, and I smile. How quickly I was able to turn her train of thought from wanting to know about me to wanting me to fuck her. It’s not that I don’t want to open up to her; there’s just not much for me to share.

I like this Charlotte—desperate for me. If she were to know the truth—what I’ve done and what I plan on doing— she’d hate me. She won’t want to rub on me. Instead, she’ll be holding a gun to my head like she’s done twice before.

“Why…” She lifts her head, and her heavy eyes meet mine. “Why haven’t you given me an enema other than that one time?”

“There it is.” I smile at my girl. “I was wondering how long you’d wait before you begged for another one.” Letting go of her with my right hand, I run my knuckles down her delicate neck. “Is that what you want, doll face? Want me to fuck that tight ass of yours?” If I were keeping track, I’d say my dick has been in her cunt and mouth more than her ass, which is new for me.

“Please,” she begs, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.

“Whatever my wife wants.” I’ve got everything here at my house down in the basement to give her one. “I’ll tie you down…but this time, I’ll put a vibrator in your pussy and watch you come all over yourself while you take the enema.”

“Yes.”

“Tomorrow,” I tell her.

Her shoulders slump. “But…I want you to fuck it tonight. Right now.”

I don’t care about it being messy. “It’ll be much more painful without any prep.” I usually put a butt plug in at first to get her ready to take my dick.

“Maybe I want it to hurt,” she whispers.

“Remember what I told you last time you wanted me to fuck your ass?” My hand drops between her parted legs, and I rub my thumb on her clit while she remains sitting on my cock.

Her breathing picks up before she answers. “That I’d crawl for it.”

A good listener and using her words. “That’s what I want to see. My wife on her hands and knees crawling to me while she begs for me to fuck her in the ass like the whore she is.”

“Okay.” She grinds her hips, her pussy clenching on my pierced dick.

Gripping her hips, I pull her off my cock, and she groans in protest as I set her onto the couch, and I stand. Walking over to my desk, I open up the top drawer and pull out the bottle of lube. Leaning up against the surface, I cross my arms over my chest. “What are you waiting for?”

She slowly gets off the couch and falls to her hands and knees. She crawls across the black rug in the center of the room with her head held high and those gorgeous blue eyes on mine wearing nothing other than my ring on her finger.

I’ve never been more turned on. To watch this woman who was innocent—no other man had ever touched—to see her so desperate for me. To know that she’s my wife and that she’s going to let me do whatever the fuck I want to do to her.

When she first came into my life, I wanted to ruin her for any other man who came after me. Now I know I’ll be the only one to ever have her. She’ll beg me; she’ll cry for me; she’ll come for me like the dirty little whore I’ve made her become.

She comes to a stop in front of me, tilts her head back, and her heavy eyes fall to my hard dick.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Charlotte,” I tell her.

“Haidyn…please…”

“Turn around and put your ass up in the air,” I order.

Turning around, she places her ass up in the air, arching her back. Her hands go behind her and she spreads her legs to give me a view of her smooth, wet cunt and ass.

Pushing off the desk, I open up the second drawer and grab what I need. Then I walk back over to her and cuff her small wrists behind her back, loving the way she tries to fight them.

“That’s it, doll face.” I lower myself between her already trembling legs. I pop the top on the lube and pour it all over her ass and pussy. Then my fingers start to work on her ass.

She rocks back and forth as her moan and whimpers fill the room.

“Remember you wanted this to hurt.” I remind her and she pushes against me as I enter a second into her tight ass.

Pressing down on her lower back, I position the head of my cock up against her, and she pushes back against me.

I stay where I’m at, enjoying the way she silently begs for it. My cock in one hand. Her branded ass cheek in the other. I should make her fuck it herself. Make her show me how much she wants it, but she already did that, and it was a glorious sight.

Leaning forward, I push the tip into her ass, loving the way it opens up to let me in. She cries out, digging her face into the rug. “I’m going to give you what you want,” I tell her and push farther into her, loving how tight it is.

“Fuuucccckkk,” I groan over the sound of her cries. “You feel so good, Charlotte.” I pull out and thrust forward again, forcing her body to rock back and forth on the rug. “That’s it, doll face. You’re doing so good for me.”

I pull out, making her slump against the rug, and I toss her onto her back, smashing her cuffed arms underneath her and spreading her legs wide as I position my dick at her ass once again. I push into her, loving the way she arches her neck and back, letting out a cry. “You’re taking my cock so well, beautiful.”

I lean over her shaking body, place my hands on either side of her face, and push her hair from it as I tenderly kiss her lips. “Look at me, Charlotte,” I command.

Her watery lashes flutter open as her tear-filled eyes meet mine, and I pause, my cock halfway inside her ass.

“Haidyn?” She gasps. “Ple-ase?” Her body rocks back and forth on the rug while her heels dig into my ass as she tries to get me to move. To fuck her harder.

I smile at her, pushing my hips forward stretching her tight ass to accommodate my size. “You’re amazing.” I kiss her lips again as she sucks in a ragged breath from my movement. “So fucking amazing.” Pulling back, I press forward, and she trembles.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs in the sweetest voice, and if I wasn’t already on my knees, I’d fall to them for her.

“Never,” I promise and begin to move more forcefully. Giving my wife what she wants. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to.

She arches her back, holding her breath and her body stiffens under me. “That’s my good girl,” I say, not bothering to stop or slow down.

I sit up, wrap my hands around her delicate neck, and slam into her ass, loving the way her heavy eyes stare up into mine. My breath comes in short pants, and my balls tighten. I can’t hold out any longer. Slamming forward, I bury my cock deep into her ass and come.


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