Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

She slams her palms into my bare chest, trying to push me out of the way. I stay where I am.

“Move,” she snaps, glaring up at me.

“No.”

“Get out of my way, Haidyn,” she shouts.

“I said no.”

“HAIDYN!” Her fists hit my chest.

I grab her wrists to keep her fists from making anymore contact. “I said no, Charlotte. I’m not still fucking Ashtyn.”

She’s breathing heavily, and her hard eyes glare up at me. I like this side of her. Although I’d rather not have had that conversation with Ashtyn, I do like Charlotte’s reaction. It shows me that I’m not going crazy alone. She’s jumped headfirst into this forced marriage with me, and I’m not the only one attached.

I did something that can’t be undone when it comes to my wife. And given the chance, I’d do the same thing again.

This is exactly how she reacted when the Lords sent her the video of me and Ashtyn at the house of Lords. I haven’t told Charlotte that I know about it, and she hasn’t told me. It’ll stay that way. I can play their stupid game and pretend I never saw it. But I’m going to prove to my wife that Ashtyn doesn’t matter to me. Not the way Charlotte thinks anyway.

I didn’t even know Charlotte was listening when Ashtyn stopped me in the hall, or I would have shut down that conversation before it started. I pushed Ashtyn away because I have to establish boundaries with her. Things are different now. I’m different now. And my priority is my wife and how she feels.

Letting go of Charlotte’s wrists, she drops them to her side, and I cup her face. “I haven’t fucked her in years.”

“Bullshit,” she snaps.

I chuckle. “Don’t believe me, doll face?”

“No. I don’t,” she growls. “But let’s go ask her. I bet she won’t lie to me.” Pushing me back, she goes to step around me, and I grab her arm, spinning her around and pulling her against me. I have one hand in her wet hair and the other wrapped around her body.

“I haven’t fucked her since she and Saint got married,” I say truthfully.

“And when was that?” she demands.

“Four years ago,” I answer.

Everything went to shit not long after that. I never wanted Ashtyn like Saint did. Not like I want Charlotte. I didn’t need Ashtyn to tell me she loves me to know how she feels. I never told her that, needing to hear it back. I just wanted her to know that I was there for her.

Charlotte nibbles on her bottom lip, and I cup her face, my thumb pulling it free. Her pretty blue eyes look up at me through her wet lashes. “How many have you fucked since you started fucking me?” Her voice is so low that it’s almost hard to hear over the shower.

I like how nervous she is. How much she wants to know, yet is still afraid of the answer. “No one.” I drop my hand to run my knuckles over her chest. “You’ve been the only one, doll face.” My girl keeps me satisfied. I’ve never been a one-woman kind of guy, but it’s different with Charlotte. I wouldn’t have married her otherwise. “I’ve also never kissed anyone until you,” I tell her. It’s the truth. That day she stood in her kitchen after giving herself over to me, I did what I had wanted to do for so long. Kissing is too personal—intimate. I wanted to make her mine in every way.

She takes in a shaky breath.

“What about you? How many men have you fucked?” I joke, knowing damn well no one else has touched her. They’d be dead if so.

She rolls her eyes and grabs my left hand. “We need to get you a ring.”

“I don’t wear jewelry.”

She huffs. “You’ve got like eight piercings in your dick and another in your nose. Not to mention you wear a watch. I don’t think a wedding ring will kill you.”

I can’t help but smile and shake my head. “Not happening…”

“Then I won’t wear mine.” She goes to remove her seven-carat Harry Winston cushion-cut sapphire wedding ring, but I grab her hands and lift them above her head. Crossing her wrists, I hold them with one hand while the other grips her chin and forces her head up to meet my glare.

“Don’t you dare take that off, doll face.” I warn.

The growl from her pretty lips makes my smile grow. Her eyes narrow up at mine as she tries to pull her wrists free from my hold.

She’s mine, and I’m going to make her understand that. When we started this game, I was determined to win no matter what it cost. Now I understand that it might take everything I have because I already know how this will end. This is why the Lords sent her to me. I believe her when she says she doesn’t know what they want from me, but I know. There’s only one thing that they want me to give—my life. And I’m going to make sure it’s worth it.

Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness. No matter how I try to justify it, the ending will be the same. I can only hope I have time to leave her with something that will remind her of me.

She doesn’t understand that our worlds have been intertwined for years now. The Lords put me in her life in the most unforgivable way. And she’ll never see me the same when she finds out what I’ve done.

I’ve taken a lot from her. Some things she’s aware of; others she’s not. But she’ll see the pain I’ve caused her once the truth comes out. I can only hope I will no longer be here when she discovers the truth. Because I don’t know how I’ll face her once she realizes what I’ve done.

“Maybe I want the world to know you’re mine too,” she states, lifting her chin.

“Jealous, doll face?” I like it.

Huffing, she says, “I’ll just brand my name on your chest.”

I laugh, and it just pisses her off more. Letting go of her, I watch as her hands fall, slapping her bare thighs. She can brand, tattoo, or carve whatever she wants on me.

“Fuck you, Haidyn.” Her small hands shove my chest, and I step back, chuckling. Reaching down, she grabs the soaked towel, picks it up, and exits the shower, slamming the glass door shut so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t break.

I’m rinsing off when she returns and yanks the door open once again. I turn around to see her standing outside the shower still naked, hair dripping wet with her right hip pushed out. “What the hell are these?” She holds up a clear rectangular container that holds a pair of blackout contact lenses. “Something tells me they’re not a part of a Halloween costume.”

“Been going through my things, doll face?” I knew she would. Not like I’m hiding anything from her. I’ve ordered all the toys I’ve used on Charlotte specifically for her. I’ve got tons of shit here at Carnage because this is where I live. This is where I fucked the random women I paid for all the time. Hell, sometimes they would bring their own sex toys for me to use on them. The question is…is she only bringing them to my attention because of the conversation I had with Ashtyn? Or would she still have the balls to say something to me if she wasn’t mad at me?

She huffs. “How many have you used these on?”

Stepping forward, I place my hands on either side of the shower glass door and ask, “Does it matter?” I want to piss her off because I’m loving her attitude. I’m in the mood to rile my wife up, pin her down, and fuck her senseless.

Spinning around, she tosses them onto the counter and slams the bathroom door on her way out.

I quickly finish up and get out. Picking up the blackout lenses, I toss them into the trash with no plans of ordering a new pair. I won’t be using them on her. Covering up her pretty eyes would be a crime that even I would never commit. Plus, she likes the humiliation of having to watch me record the things I’m doing to her. She gets off on it as much as I like to watch her cry.

I make my way to the open bathroom door, wanting to make sure she’s not in Saint and Ashtyn’s room. The last thing I need is to pull my wife off a pregnant Ashtyn. I’d rather not have to have that conversation. Plus, it would throw up red flags to the guys.

She’s standing next to the bed, pulling her thong up her legs, getting dressed. I was gone all night and am tired as fuck. I could use a nap after I’m done fucking her. My wife’s attitude has me as hard as a rock. Coming up behind her, I wrap an arm around her waist and pick her up off her feet.

“Haidyn,” she growls, kicking her feet out.

“It’s cute when you fight, doll face.” I say, and it just makes her struggle harder.

I toss her onto the bed face up and grab her thong, ripping it off her hips. She whimpers as the thin lace leaves a mark on her flawless skin. Then I flip her onto her stomach and pull her ass up in the air. I slap it, making her yelp. Then I do it again before my hand rubs the red spot.

Kneeling between her legs, I shove them open and take my hard cock in my hand rubbing it against her wet cunt. I smile to myself that even though she’s mad, she’s still wet. “I love that you’re always ready to be used, doll face.”

She moans as she puts her hands on the bed to push herself up onto all fours. I slide my cock into her, slamming balls deep, and she cries out; her body begins to shake. Grabbing her arms, I bring them behind her back, forcing her to fall onto the side of her face. I hold her wrists captive in one hand.

“That’s it,” I say, watching the length of my pierced cock go in and out of her soaked pussy. “Spread your legs for me, Charlotte.” I push them farther apart, forcing her to arch her back more. “Fuck, doll face. You feel so good.”

“Haidyn…please…” Her hips rock back and forth, wanting me to fuck her harder.

I slap her ass again and slam my cock into her, making her cry out.

I’ve been around women long enough to know how they think. My wife wants to stake her claim on me. As if the ring she wears doesn’t prove she belongs to me.

I’m going to fuck her until she screams out my name. She wants Ashtyn to know she’s mine. And I’ll let Charlotte think she’s accomplishing that even though I know Ashtyn can’t hear her. These walls are soundproof for a reason.

But like everything else I’ve done regarding my wife, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.

CHARLOTTE

We lie in his bed, and I stare at the ceiling. He’s on his side, arm across my stomach. Muffin lies on Haidyn’s pillow by his head, purring loudly. It’s midday, but I know he’s tired from getting woken up in the middle of the night. I am, too, if I’m being honest. It’s gotten to where I can’t sleep without him next to me. I tossed and turned after he left. I think it’s also because we’re at Carnage. I never want to spend more time here than I have to.

His breathing evens out, and I see he’s fallen back to sleep. I sigh; my thoughts are still on him and Ashtyn. I can’t shake it. I know I shouldn’t care, but it bothers me. Part of me thinks she knew I was right there and could hear her, so she told him. Did she want him to say it again in front of me?

The other part tells me I’m just being a bitch, and she had no clue I was right there and able to hear her. She was genuine and wanted him to know where she stood. I mean, she is married, for fuck’s sake. But she was also with Saint when Kashton and Haidyn both fucked her.

I’m going in-fucking-sane. I could wake Haidyn up and make him fuck me again to get my mind off it. But what would that do? Afterward, it’d be back on my mind. The fact that I went snooping through his things while he was gone didn’t help. Forget a beginner’s guide to bondage, the man has everything to supply a BDSM club in his closet. I had decided to let it go and not say anything, but Ashtyn confessing her love to my husband threw me over the edge. You can tell yourself it doesn’t matter as many times as you want, it doesn’t make it true.

A cell phone rings, and Haidyn wakes up and pulls away from me to pick his up off the nightstand where he has it charging.

“What’s up, man?” he asks, answering sleepily. “You did? Sounds good…thanks.” Hanging up, he puts it down and turns back, snuggling into me.

I lick my lips. “Who was that?” I ask.

“A friend. They got the guy who broke into the house.”

He means Adam—the guy hiding out at Haidyn’s house. For some reason, he doesn’t want me to know who Adam is. Have I not proven that he can trust me? “What does that mean?”

Yawning, he answers. “We’re going back home when we wake up from our nap.”

“Is the guy dead?” I ask, wanting to know.

He kisses my cheek and whispers, “He will be.”