Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Michael didn’t stop his pace, crossing the street in long strides until he was only two feet away from me. He towered over me, the strong, thick smell of his amber and leather cologne rolling off him in waves. It nearly burned my nose.
“We need to talk about Chloe,” he stated.
My eyes immediately narrowed, a rush of fiery anger overtaking any tremor of nervousness that I felt. I didn’t care if he wanted to come after me, but he wouldn’t come anywhere near my daughter. Not after I knew how he treated women.
“No, we won’t. I told you stay away from both of us,” I gritted out as I tightened my fingers into fists.
Air puffed out of Michael’s nose in an amused manner as he shook his head at me.
“Are you still hung up about our last argument?” he scoffed.
My jaw tensed as flashes of memories blinded my mind. His bruising grip on my arm. His loud voice making my ears ring. The taste of metallic blood from a cut on my lip. It all came back to me in a tsunami of emotion that nearly knocked the breath out of my lungs, but I stood my ground and held his dark gaze.
“What are you doing here, Michael?” I asked him.
Michael crossed his arms over his chest, the corner of his mouth curling up ever so slightly.
“I want custody of Chloe,” he said.
It felt like the ground fell out from beneath my feet, nearly making my knees buckle. My chest became so tight that I couldn’t even take a breath, allowing me to only stare at him in shock for a few agonizing seconds.
“What? Absolutely not! You haven’t had anything to do with Chloe since you left six whole years ago!” I snapped at him, finally able to find my voice.
“So? I’m here now!” Michael shouted back as he stepped closer, yelling down into my face like he used to do before.
I didn’t cower this time, feeling too angry that he was trying to take my daughter away to back down. If there was any fear, I couldn’t feel it through my rage.
“I don’t care! You won’t see her. You won’t talk to her. You will never get custody of her!” I yelled at him, my face starting to turn red.
Michael seemed to bare his teeth as he glared down at me.
“I tried to do this the easy way, Madison. But you’re so damn stubborn,” he gritted out as he took a step back. “This isn’t over. I’ll be back, and I’m taking my daughter with me.”
“Over my dead body!” I shouted as he walked back to a black Lexus, my stomach twisting and turning with anger and fear that kept clashing.
When he drove away, I had to lean against my car for support, hardly able to breathe. I thought Michael wouldn’t be a problem after our last fight when I told him that we were done for good, but he was back with a vengeance. He was here to hurt me, and he knew my ultimate weak spot.
Chapter 7
Madison
An intense warmth enveloped my body in a pleasurable wave as four hands moved over what felt like every inch of me, caressing and gripping possessively.
My eyelids immediately fluttered shut as I sank into my mattress, arching and writhing to chase those talented hands as they squeezed my thighs, teased my breasts, and settled over my neck.
“Open your eyes, Madison.”
Marlo’s deep, slightly raspy voice sent a thrum of heat right between my thighs as I opened my eyes to look at him. He hovered above me, tracing his fingers up between my breasts to the base of my neck where he rested his hand.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he told me.
I nearly shuddered from the order, more heat rolling through my body as his fingers tightened around my throat.
It was so possessive and sudden, but I reveled in every touch he left on my body. Then, I felt someone grabbing my thighs and pulling them around their waist, making my eyes dart downward just as Marcus lined his cock up with my entrance and pushed inside.
I choked out a shocked moan, my body lighting up with bliss. It wasn’t long before Marlo’s grip tightened, making my wide eyes shift right back up to his.
“What did I say?” Marlo asked as he leaned down closer to me. His tone was serious, but I didn’t miss the slight smirk playing out on his lips as he watched me nearly rolling my eyes back from the pleasure.
“Eyes on you,” I breathed out, my chest shaking with more moans as Marcus increased his pace.
“God, you feel so good,” Marcus gritted out before smacking the inside of my thigh.
My back arched as the jolt of pain melted right into my pleasure. I gave Marlo a pleading look, feeling myself quickly approaching the edge already. Sex hadn’t ever felt so intense, and it made my head spin from how good it felt.