ESME

I stood there, pinned against him like a statue, throat going dry, pupils lustily dilating with forbidden need.

“Maddox, wh…what are you doing?” I asked with a voice that was barely mine. I sounded small, shocked and even a little bit scared.

He smirked, large hand slowly patting my back like one would do to their favorite pet. In one fluid motion, he pushed me further against his towering frame and my hands instinctively landed on his hard chest like it would somehow shield me from him.

Maddox was hard in all the right places—broad chest that felt like rock against my palm and specifically, the very hard place...