Chapter Forty-Four

That word leads me to a series of questions I'm not sure I want to know the answers to. What would an Enforcer be? My curiosity was piqued, seducing me into secrets I was afraid to uncover. I looked at the man in front of me and felt a mixture of emotions: I knew him, I knew parts of him that probably few people knew. But that wasn't enough when I knew there would always be more to reveal. I look at him and feel a desire that kills me softly, I feel that I want to and must walk through that door, all of which seems right when I see the same devotion in his eyes, the same fire that burns my skin.

Darian had said that this turned me on, he suggested that the fact that I was there was because I am constantly looking for something because I want to feel pain or pleasure, anger or joy, passion or disappointment on my skin and in my soul. Something had to be felt, and all these feelings seemed right when it came to Mads. I knew that this would be the last day I would see him, touch his skin and look at his face, and the sadness of such a fact would be my greatest emotion in life. Life with him was risky but wonderfully full and full of energy.

Mads had told me all this, he saw it as something unique, albeit dangerous. I would take that risk, open my arms and let myself be seen.

At that moment I took slow steps into the room, my body passing him, which was so large that I shrank back as I passed him. I smell the soft, woody, masculine scent of his perfume, along with a lotion that I always felt when I was close to his face. I don't look up, but I know his eyes are on me all the time, I feel small in front of him, wanted, intimidated in a way that makes my body react like crazy. I step through the door and for the first time, my eyes focus on the room itself. The dark floor was solid and contrasted with the cream-colored walls, the ceiling was lower than downstairs, and the lights were out, but the light from outside brought in greenish rays that made the place cozy and lonely. There was a neat double bed in shades of brown, burgundy and white, a mix of simple but perfectly arranged fabrics.

In the corner of the room, I saw a narrow door leading to the light blue tiled bathroom.

"You seem to like it." I hear his voice as I turn around and am faced with the sight of him, so close that I barely bump into his body. Mads has his arms crossed over his chest and something in his eyes is defiant and dangerous.

"I like it, maybe it's strange, but it's exciting to be in a place where so many people have been. I wonder what experiences they've had here." I say, trying to look away from his gaze that consumes me intensely.

"Not strange." His voice is deep and husky, and I'm immediately drawn to his face, which is right above mine. His body is so close I can feel his breath kissing my cheeks. "Describe it to me."

The command was unexpected, his eyes carrying the same power as his words, deep but still firm. I blinked, struggling to breathe, unable to explain the power of his words and how his dominant posture was a mixture of surrender and a great desire to push him to the limit. I bite my lower lip, bringing back the memory of seconds ago when I had seen every corner of this room.

"I imagined they were in a hurry, uncontrollable to the point of not considering the idea of being seen or heard..." I got a knowing look from him, it was hard not to stumble over my words when he looked at me like that, when he seemed to know my weaknesses with just one look.

"Would you like to get fucked in a hurry?" I swallow dryly at his direct question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I like the idea of..." I stop, and explicit images appear in my mind that I can't describe. Hidden, strange desires.

"Look at me." I obey, raising my eyes to him, who seems impassive, and invested in getting every word out of me. His hand touches my chin and I almost melt, giving in so easily that I feel ashamed and angry with myself. "What do you like, Dakota?" I take a deep breath, his voice so intense that it teleports me to paradise in seconds. He notices my weakness and I mentally curse him.

"I like the idea that you're in a hurry and that it makes you lose control, I like the idea that it makes you so angry that you don't even think about sparing me." I say these words without thinking rationally and Mads stares at me in silence, his gray irises taken over by the black of his pupils. I move my face closer, defying him, suddenly provoked by my own words. My voice automatically becomes low, whispery and seductive, like a witch casting a spell. "I like seeing you go out of control, the feeling of being afraid of what I've awakened in you, I like you holding back as much as you can so you can't fuck me the way you'd like to. I like the part where you care, but I'd like to discover the other part more, love, the part that doesn't care, that makes you want to fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked, that slaps me when I deserve to be slapped, and that enjoys it. I like the idea of you enjoying every second of degrading me."

I say each sentence with my eyes glued to his with an insatiable appetite. Mads sighs against my cheek and I know exactly where I've just stepped, I know exactly that his body is tense, his jaw is tight, his eyes are merciless, and anger and desire form a wild combination on his handsome face.

"Can you take it?" He replies, his chin still raised, his gaze fixed on mine, his body seeming to double in size as his voice and words challenge me. I nod my head, knowing it's not enough for him. His right-hand moves down from my chin to my neck and grips it tightly, his fingers pressing into my jaw. This action makes me moan and close my eyes, my throat going dry as I try to swallow nothing.

"I'll try..." He lets out a low moan from deep in his throat and it's enough to make my legs want to rub against his. He feels my desire and the effect it has on me.

"Yes, you will." He says, the strength of his body pushing me back against the bed. His lips press against mine, our kiss is fierce and hot, I feel his tongue lick my lip and rub against mine. I moan, touching his arms, his hands tightening on the back of my neck and jaw. I gasped at the feel of his body pressed against mine, his erection tight in his pants rubbing against my stomach. Mads pulls away and points to the bed, touching my calf. "Lie down."

I obey and lie down on the soft, made-up bed. I push myself up on my elbows and see the man standing in front of me. His face is illuminated by the light from outside and I see that he looks more handsome and hot than ever. His head is shaking negatively, seriously, panting.

"Turn around." His order paralyzes me for a few seconds.

"Mads?"

"I swear to God, Dakota, if I do this, I won't be gentle."

"I don't want you to think you have to be." I bite my lip as I bring my knee to my knee, the action making him sigh, his gaze fixed on my bare legs where the skirt doesn't reach. His hands, loose and empty, strong and full of veins, hold my heel and push me to turn over, not completely, but enough so that my face is scratched by the thick fabric, I lie on my stomach, feeling exposed to whatever he wants to do to me. A moan of surprise escapes my lips and my pussy throbs, wet and hot from the force used against me.

I turn to see part of Mads' face, his gaze fixed on my body.

"I hate it when you wear those skirts, I'm tempted to fuck you with your clothes on." My hand slides from my waist to my ass, slowly caressing the fabric, suggesting the idea.

"We can try." Mads sighs and clicks his tongue, his head nods negatively again. I knew then that I had provoked a beast.