Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I walk out her front doors and lock them up behind me with the key she doesn’t know I have. Knocking when I arrived earlier was a formality. I wanted to see the surprised look in her eyes when she saw me standing on her porch for the second day in a row.

Making my way down her steps, I toss the backpack over my shoulders and get on my bike. Starting it up, I give the house one last look before I kick it into gear and pull out of her driveway.

I’m so fucking hard right now. Fuck, I didn’t think that it’d be that difficult to tell her no. When she begged me to fuck her…Goddammit, it took everything not to just do it. But I have restraint. I went three years without it, for fuck’s sake. What’s a couple of days?

I can tell it’s driving her mad. She wants it so bad. The way her voice cracks when she begs. The way she cries when she needs more.

I have to adjust my dick in my jeans to give myself a little room. Getting onto the highway, I speed toward my house while “Thank You for Hating Me” by Citizen Soldier blasts in my ears.

Pulling into my garage, I shut off my bike just as my cell rings. I remove it from my pocket to see it’s Bones. “Hello?” I answer, shutting my garage and entering the house.

“Just calling to follow up. Found what you were looking for?”

“No,” I answer and walk through my dark house to my office. Tossing my backpack onto one of the chairs, I sit at my desk. “Anything new on your end?”

“No.” he sighs. “But I’ve pulled as much footage as I could from Glass for you. I’m going to send it over for you to go through.”

“Thanks.” Ashtyn was a dancer at Bones’s strip club, and Benny was one of her usual clients. Maybe the guy in the photo was there with him. I could go to Carnage and ask Ashtyn herself, but I know what she’s been through. I want her to heal. Not worry about someone who could still be a threat to her. Especially since she’s pregnant. She and Saint are finally in a good place, and I don’t want to come between that again. I was doing Adam a favor when I intervened last time. I’m not doing it again.

“Sent.” Bones gets my attention.

I put in my password for the computer and open up my email. “Got it. Thanks, man,” I tell him.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” He hangs up.

Placing my cell on the desk, I open my top drawer, pull out my pack of cigarettes, and light one up.

It’s a horrible habit I can’t seem to stop. But why should I? The Lords aren’t cautious in any aspect of our lives.

I pull up the cameras to Charlotte’s bedroom and split the screen so I can also look through the footage from Glass. It’s going to be another long night.

CHARLOTTE

“Do you really mean that, Charlotte?” Haidyn asks.

I swallow nervously, my eyes dropping to stare out the window. Unable to make eye contact, I softly answer, “Of course.”

“I know what you can do.” The corners of his lips pull back, showing a shadow of a smirk.

My wide eyes move to his as my breathing accelerates. “W-what?”

“Let me rip off your clothes.”

I gasp, but I’m not sure why I’m surprised. That’s all men like Haidyn think of—sex, sex, and more sex. That’s where they dominate.

“I’ll tie you up in a tight little ball, suspend you from the ceiling so that your cunt, mouth, and ass are easily on display for me to fuck.”

All the blood rushes from my face at the thought of what he’d do. How vulnerable I’d be. How easily he’d be able to fuck whatever hole he wanted whenever he wanted. The thought makes my underwear wet. But it also terrifies me.

He continues. “Once I’m done violating you, I’ll sit down, have a smoke while I let you hang there, and watch my cum leak from your stretched-out and overused holes like the worthless whore you’re meant to be.”

I’m trembling, pressing my back against the chair. The thought of being Haidyn’s sex doll makes me curious. Men like him take what they want. No questions asked. That also goes hand in hand with permission.

“I can’t promise you’ll like it, but it’ll make me feel better,” he adds in my silence. Obviously, he likes making me nervous. “Still want to help me, doll face?” He releases the armrest with his right hand and places it on my knee. The soft touch makes me jump, and a whimper escapes my nude-painted lips.

I sit straight up, gasping for air in my dark bedroom. “Fuck,” I sigh. I’ve dreamed of him nonstop since he was in my kitchen last week. It’s the same dream, the same words, and I wake up soaking wet every time.

Reaching over into my nightstand, I pull out my mini-Body Wand. Pressing the button, I don’t even bother to take my underwear off. I also grab the small recorder and press play, laying it next to me. I thought the Lords would want proof that I went through with it, but they’ve never required any.

It doubles as a pen. I bought it online, and Jessie never even noticed when he searched my things. But why would he? A therapist needs something to write her notes down with.

I never thought it’d come in handy for something like this.

Haidyn’s voice fills my room just like it does my head. Over and over, I put it on repeat as I place the vibrator on my clit, close my eyes, and imagine him doing exactly what he said he’d do. Lords don’t make false promises. If they say they’re going to do something, then they do it.

I arch my back, rubbing the tip back and forth. I need to get off and clear my head. A run isn’t going to be enough.

My breath catches, and my hips buck. “Fuuccckkkk.” I moan as I come in my underwear. I’m not one of those women who comes very hard—not until Haidyn. I was sixteen the first time I got myself off, and I was so disappointed. All my friends said how amazing it was. Earth-shattering. Not for me. But Haidyn has gotten me off twice now with just his fingers, and I was seeing stars both times. I can’t imagine what he can do with his mouth and dick.

Turning it off, I toss it to the floor and stop the recording. I stare up into my dark room, listening to my breathing evening out. My mind is a fucking mess.

It’s been six days since he was sitting in my kitchen, where I handed myself over to him. He said he’d be back to collect me in five days, and I’m on pins and needles waiting for him to arrive. A Lord is never late. They are known for keeping their word. So I know he’s doing this on purpose. He wants to keep me on edge and make me sweat.

I’ve told everyone I’m going away for a vacation. Backpacking across Europe sounded stupid but believable. I figured most of my friends thought I was crazy. One, I don’t do the outdoors, and two, I’m going alone. A few of them even offered to join me. I only told my mother that Wesley is going with me. He thinks I’m going away on a girl’s trip. So many lies that they are all going to figure out if they talk to one another. I feel like any of them finding out will be better than me denying Haidyn what he wanted.

And now I’m not sure how I’ll keep up with the facade on social media. I’m not one of those who posts everything I eat or drink. Or when I go out. I’m also not big on selfies. But who knows how long I’ll be gone. A few days? Weeks? Over a month? Spending that much time alone with Haidyn terrifies and excites me. He did say to tell all of them that I wasn’t going to have any cell service, so maybe I won’t have to post anything. Just a few text messages here and there. I can Photoshop myself into any type of picture and send a selfie. I laugh at that thought. I doubt I even get phone time.

Getting out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen. Turning on the light, I come to a stop when I see a glass of water and a pill on the island.

My heart picks up as I slowly step closer. Coming to the edge, I look it over. It’s small and round. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and the air thickens, making it harder to breathe. He’s here. “You’re drugging me?” I ask, my tongue heavy and mouth dry.

He steps up to my back, the roughness of his jeans rubs against the back of my exposed thighs. A hand snakes around my waist, spreading flat on my stomach, while the other wraps around my neck from behind, making my pulse race. “If you’re asking me if I’m going to hold you down and force a pill down your throat, the answer is no. I’m giving you a choice.”

The thought makes my stomach knot. It doesn’t sound any better. “A choice?” I whisper.

“You’ve always got a choice, doll face.”

“There are worse things than dying,” I say, trying to calm my breathing. It’s so loud I’m practically gasping.

“There are,” he agrees. His hand tightens on my neck, restricting my air.

I rise on my tiptoes and croak out, “Hai-dyn.”

He loosens his grip, and I look down at the pill. I toss it into my mouth without giving it another thought and take a drink of the room temperature water. No going back now unless I want to shove my fingers down my throat, and I’ve always hated vomiting.

“Good girl.” His deep voice praises me, and I whimper.

Letting go of me, he turns me around. His hands grip my thighs, and he lifts me onto the island, leaving my legs dangling off the edge.

He steps between them. His hands slowly run up my legs to push my T-shirt up in the process. My eyes are on his, but he’s staring down at my underwear.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Did you enjoy coming to the recording of what I’m going to do to you?”

My stomach drops, and his eyes lift to meet mine. He’s been in my house, watching me. I should have known there was a reason he’s made me wait to come get me.

A smirk graces his lips. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

My throat closes, tongue heavy. I’m not sure if it’s the way his blue eyes watch mine or the pill kicking in so quickly.

He pulls my ass to the edge of the island as he steps forward, closing the small space. His hands run up over my hips to my waist. They skate over my ribs, and I lift my arms above my head so he can remove my shirt. He tosses it behind him, and his eyes drop to my chest. I’m gasping for fucking air. It’s embarrassing really. My nipples are hard, and my skin is covered in goose bumps.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers as if in awe.

I blink my heavy eyes. “Haidyn?”

“Yeah, doll face?” He looks back up at me.

I have so many questions. What are you going to do to me? Whatever he wants. How long will I be a prisoner at Carnage? That’s up to me.

All of a sudden, I feel it. My skin flushes, fingers tingling. My lips part, and he cups my face, tilting my head back even more. I stare up at him through hooded eyes. They’re the prettiest blue—dark and mysterious. I’ve been obsessed with him since I first saw him on my computer in the Lords’ emails. I was doing as much research as I could on my assignment. It was all over when I saw him at our first session at Carnage. I just didn’t know it then. The way he walks, the sound of his voice, the way he stares you down. It’s like a lion watching its prey. Ready to attack.

Heat rushes in my face, and I wonder if I’m blushing or having hot flashes. My body leans into him, and his eyes drop to my parted lips. “Kiss me,” I whisper, needing to feel them on mine. I want to know what it feels like for him to willingly want me before he turns my body against me. Because I know I’ll give this monster anything he wants.

His eyes search mine before he lowers his lips. I open for him, letting him have control. He’s soft, delicate as if I’m setting him up for something. I try to lift my arms to touch him, but I can’t feel them.

His hands grip my face, and he tilts my head to the side. I moan into his mouth when his tongue meets mine.

I lean into him or fall. Not quite sure. I’m seeing fucking stars, or he’s blindfolded me. What’s up is down, and what’s forward is back. I’m lost, falling down a hole that seems to be endless.

He breaks the kiss, and I gasp, finally able to breathe. I open my heavy eyes, and his face is inches from mine.

When I try to speak, nothing comes out. I can’t form a single thought that doesn’t involve him on top of me. Sprawled out on this kitchen island while he pins me down and fucks me. What did he give me? Was it supposed to make me beg him to fuck me? Turn me on? The fact that I got myself off while listening to his recording means I didn’t need to be drugged to want him. That wasn’t the first time I have gotten myself off to it.

“Come on, doll face. It’s time to get you ready.”