Madman’s Method: Madman Duet Book One

by Mason, V. F.

  Everything hurts so much I can’t even detect where the pain is coming from.

  He scrapes the knife around my wrist, but it slips to the side, and I notice the blood sliding down my wrist to my elbow. Frank mutters, “Fuck,” and quickly tries to do a correct nip probably on my other hand, but once again fails. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “What?” Ralph asks, pushing him away and his eyes widen. “You cut her wrists, you fucker?”

  “Fuck!” Ethan shouts, and Cole jumps up, all of them looming above me once again. “She’s bleeding! She is fucking bleeding!” Ethan pulls at his hair and shouts at Cole. “Grab our stuff and let’s get the hell out of here.”

  This time, no one argues with him, and I hear the shuffling and scrambling of their feet, and shouts to Eachann, “Stop playing and let’s go.”

  The blood continues to drip and my eyes slowly close, oblivion stretching her hands toward me and calling my name. To the place where all this suffering stops.

  And I succumb to it as the music continues to play, forever shattering my heart, because the beautiful boy who I always loved doesn’t come to my rescue.

  No, he lets the monsters claim my soul.

  Cassandra

  Eudard slams his mouth on mine and tugs on my hair, angling my head for better access.

  He nips my lips, making me gasp and open my mouth for his tongue to slip in, taking me prisoner while desire washes over me. He is gentle at first, testing the waters while exploring my mouth, finding its weaknesses and wants. I moan softly, not used to experiencing such strong emotion at a kiss, and it must have shifted something in him, because he groans and holds my head tighter, delving deeper and demanding my complete submission. I can do nothing but comply, following his every move.

  The kiss is passionate, raw, all-consuming, as every thought flies from my mind, and nothing wrong exists in that moment.

  No voices and touches of the past.

  Only the emotions he awakens in my body, which slowly comes to life under his warmth like a rose blooming in spring under the sun.

  His hand slides up my back, and my breasts brush against his chest, sending unfamiliar sensations through me.

  Goose bumps spread on my skin, and my lungs burn from lack of oxygen until he finally lets go of me, shifting his attention to my throat. Giving it a slight bite, he then hides his face in the crook of my neck. “Are you sure?” he asks, and his question freezes me, because I don’t know.

  I crave to wash away their touch with his, but at the same time, I don’t know how it will go.

  Trusting a man again after all this time is almost unbearable, and he must read it on my face, because he cups my cheek, kissing my forehead. “I’ll never take what’s not willingly given.” He repeats the words from long ago and present, reminding me that this man has been gentle to me.

  Loving on that night in the cabin when he took my virginity and promised me I’d be his forever.

  He is the only one whose hands brought me pleasure and never pain, and everything female in me answers to him, calming under his soothing tone. “Yes. Only for one night,” I whisper, circling his neck with my arms and pressing myself close, too afraid to meet his eyes or lose the courage. “I want this, but…” Exhaling heavily, I whisper, “Please be gentle.” He inhales harshly as if my admission pains him even though he has no idea about my past.

  Then he dips low, sliding his hand under my ass before lifting me up, cradling me in his arms, and heads toward the house, his leather shoes slapping against the concrete, while he searches my mouth with his, locking us in a sweet kiss.

  Once inside, I pull my mouth away to whisper urgently, “Upstairs, master bedroom.” And he follows, trapping my mouth again as it seems we can’t get enough of drinking from each other, needing it more than our next breaths.

  In his arms, I find solace, even if the lightest of touches ignites me, creating a frenzy in me.

  We must be in the room as he slowly places me back on the ground, my body sliding against his but barely feeling anything through this dress. He pushes me back, spinning me around, his fingers on my zipper.

  I close my eyes, trembling from the prospect of him seeing my scars from that fateful night, in addition to being naked in front of him again.

  I hear him throw his suit jacket on the floor before his fingers come back to me, agonizingly slowly lowering the zipper, the sound echoing in the quiet room and sending chills down my spine. The bile in my throat rises when panic overtakes me, and I want to scream as I step away from him.

  But then I feel it.

  His lips are leaving butterfly kisses on my nape, sliding along with the zipper, and for every spot of uncovered skin, he bestows it with gentle kisses that calm the storm brewing in my blood, and the bile vanishes as a sigh slips past my lips.

  The dress falls to my middle, exposing my back, and a gentle breeze hits my nipples, but I’m frozen to the spot.

  His fingertips trail over the scars there, right before he licks the skin, breaking goose bumps as he trails his lips lower, continuing to explore my body with his kisses. When he reaches my hips, both his hands tug on the dress, allowing it to fall to my feet, leaving me only in black thong panties.

  Covering my breasts with my hands, the shivers rocking my body come back when he presses himself against me, hugging me close to his body, and my eyes close, loving and hating his touch at the same time.

  “You are beautiful, Cassandra,” he whispers in my ear, swirling me in his arms, and before I can fall on the heap of my dress, he hikes me up so that my legs wrap around him.

  Gasping into his mouth, I throw my head back, giving him access to my neck where he continues to gently cascade kisses on me while moving toward the bed, his bulge digging into my core, which dampens a little each time it grazes me.

  He places me on the bed where I land on my back, my locks sliding over the silky pillow and my chest, partially covering me from his view, but I swallow my tongue when he starts to unbutton his shirt, one by one showing me the body I know so well, yet learning anew.

  First his six-pack comes into view, his chest and arms more muscled than I remembered, several new tattoos marking his skin and hiding some of the scars his body holds.

  His smoldering green eyes focus on me as he removes his shirt completely. His hands move to his belt, and he takes it out with a loud whoosh then drops the leather on the ground.

  As he takes off his pants, he reminds me of the devil who came into the mortal world to seduce innocent people, luring them with the temptation of his beauty.

  His darkish allure that has always been present is magnified by ten thousand now, surrounding him with energy of danger and dominance that my body reacts to.

  A man like that has the power to protect me from all the nightmares, slaying the monster ready to creep up on me.

  Finally, he is completely naked in front of me, and I gasp when I see his cock, angry and red, bobbing with his steps, the veins pulsing on it, and despite all that, my core clenches at the prospect of experiencing it.

  But as quickly as this thought enters my mind, the fear comes back, bringing memories of the past where…

  “Cassandra,” Eudard calls my name, snatching me from the claws of my nightmare, his knee dipping the bed as he widens my legs, making room for himself as he settles on his stomach. “Focus only on me.” He slides up my body until he is looming above me, but I keep my focus on him when he softly brushes my mouth, imprinting his kiss on me. “The sound of my voice. The feel of my touch,” he whispers above me, his hands gripping my hips. “Only me.” I nod, but my breath becomes frantic, sweat breaks out on my body, and I’m horrified to think that I’m going to push him away at any moment. “What’s my name, baby?” he asks, and I gulp for breath, pulled back once again by his husky voice that I’d know anywhere.

  “Eudard,” I croak through my dry throat, and he places a kiss on my chin.

  “Good girl.” Then our eyes meet, his green pools soothing m
e in a way of their own. “Focus on me, but remember, we can stop at any time.” The steel lacing his voice calms my worries, because he means it.

  Still though, my hands fist the sheet, tension enveloping me whole.

  He won’t hurt me even if it’s going to be uncomfortable for him.

  His kisses travel lower to the underside of my chin, running his lips over my skin and sucking on my throat, and an arrow shoots to my clit, buzzing my body with anticipation.

  Eudard grazes my collarbone with his teeth before cupping one of my breasts. His tongue licks around my nipples before he sucks on them roughly, and I cry out, pleasure hitting me full force while he feasts on my flesh. He slides to the other and repeats his actions, biting and sucking on my nipples until they are hardened peaks, and my hands lace in his hair, keeping him in place, never wanting this to stop.

  It’s like with one touch my whole body is alive, my core getting more wet, and desire for him slams into me so profound the air sticks in my lungs.

  Gliding his palms over my waist, he shifts lower, dipping his tongue in my belly button, lavishing my stomach with attention before sliding lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he nestles between my hips, his breath fanning my pussy. I arch a little, asking him to bring relief to this ache. “Eudard,” I call his name, because repeating it and reminding myself it’s him here grounds me like nothing else.

  “A woman like you has to be savored, my phoenix.” His voice drops a few octaves when his fingers slip the panties to the side, displaying my wet core that’s begging for a touch or a lick.

  Or both.

  What does he even mean when he calls me that?

  All rational thoughts disappear when I feel his hot breath.

  “All pink and needy for me.” He buries his mouth against my lower lips, only his slick tongue sliding up and down my sensitive folds while he trails his thumb from the middle to my clit, slightly grazing it before his mouth latches on, sucking it.

  I moan, turning my head to the side and biting the pillow, fisting his hair harder as he hooks my legs around his neck, giving himself full access. “If I could, I’d never leave this place,” he groans and growls, sending vibrations all through my core. Grinding my pussy on his tongue, I silently urge him to stop talking and continue his exploration till the bed catches fire with my desire.

  “Beautiful,” he says, giving slight bites to my lower lips. All the while, his fingers clench my ass cheeks, weighing them. He lifts me higher for his mouth while he gives my clit one more long lick. “And mine.”

  “Yes,” I whimper, not even comprehending his words much, as the haze of desire clouds my judgment while I slowly rise higher and higher, needing him to take me over the edge to unbearable euphoria.

  He slips two fingers inside me. “Ahh,” I cry out, clenching my thighs tighter, if that's possible, but he just resumes eating me, dragging his upper lip over my clit while swiping my wetness with his lower one.

  “Hold still,” he orders, but I refuse to listen.

  Instead, I look down when he stiffens his tongue, probing it deep inside me as I hold his head in my hands, allowing him to fuck me with it. Soft moans slip from my lips. “Right there… deeper, harder, more.” Those are the only words I’m capable of uttering, all while rolling my hips to his oral stimulations.

  I focus only on him and his tongue, driving me insane, to a place where only burning passion remains.

  I plant my feet on the mattress while his mouth teases me, almost bringing me to climax, but then lazily sucking before delving his tongue back in for a few thrusts.

  He continues to torture me for several minutes; my hands shift to grab the sheets, because I’m barely hanging on, balancing on a thin line, but try as I might, I can’t get the climax I crave.

  My head rests on the bed, when he orders, “Eyes on me.” With difficulty, I look down again, holding his gaze as he pushes his tongue inside, his green pools firing with so much heat I could melt in them.

  Then I feel it, slight shivers spreading through me, reaching the top of my head as everything ceases to exist with his one final swipe. Pleasure unlike anything else knocks me back on the bed while all I can do is whimper and moan, my sweaty body soaking the sheets.

  But I still feel unsatisfied; despite the pleasure, my body misses something.

  Rising onto his knees, he wipes his mouth before rolling a condom onto his cock, wincing a little, and only then do I notice tension evident on his every feature, his muscles flexing.

  As he lies back down on me, I enjoy the heaviness of his body on mine as he laces our hands together, next to my head, and then he asks, “Do you want this?”

  “Yes.” This time, there is no hesitation in my voice, and he smashes his mouth on mine right before he eases into me, thrusting inside with one swift move, and we both still.

  Gasping into his mouth, I keep my lips pressed to his while breathing through being filled by him and the slight pain. It’s an aching sting that tingles but nevertheless sends awareness all over me.

  But then slowly desire comes back in full force, and he growls when I tilt my hips. He pulls back and then slams into me again, catching my moan with his lips.

  His hips jerk back and he enters me again, but this time easing his strokes, sinking so deep that my core clenches around him all while we continue to kiss.

  Higher and higher the pleasure builds as he pushes in and out, with each drive shooting

  electricity through me, and I hug him tightly, needing to feel him as close as possible.

  He continues to make love to me, our bodies moving flawlessly while he presses me into the bed, as if with each thrust of his hips, he claims me as his, forever wanting to imprint this memory on me.

  Arching my back, I groan. I’m almost over the edge when he speeds up his pace but then slows down again, prolonging this sweet torture that drives me insane.

  Raking my nails over his back, I hike my legs up, pushing my thighs against him, spasming my pussy around him. He growls into my neck, giving me a reprieve from his kisses, my lips feeling puffy from his attention.

  I can't control the sudden urge to bite his shoulder, and his body jerks in my hold and then everything changes. He thrusts into me harder and harder, in long strokes. Deeper and deeper until finally I fly over the edge, crying out as the sounds echo in the night, and shortly he groans above me as I watch his face in awe, because he reminds me of a Greek god.

  He falls on me, breathing heavily into my neck while our sweaty bodies stick to each other, and a tear escapes my eye, sliding down my cheek when I smile, glancing up at the ceiling, seeing our reflection on it from the mirror I had installed there.

  Eudard.

  The devil in this hell of a town.

  The devil who claimed the sinner for one night only and in such giving her reprieve from hell.

  Madman

  Perching on the edge of the bed, I put my hands on either side of her head while watching her sleep contentedly probably for the first time in a decade.

  Her chest is rising and falling, her porcelain skin marked with all my bites and kisses while a slight smile appears on her face.

  The only thing more perfect than this would be her red locks splayed on the pillow instead of the dark ones.

  Leaning closer, I lightly touch her chin, my thumb caressing her skin, and she sighs in pleasure, rolling to the side, wrapping her hands around my arm. “How I wish I could stay here with you, my phoenix,” I whisper, inhaling her scent, wishing for it to fill every corner in my body and forever erase the hell I’m living in.

  But I can’t.

  Not even for her.

  “I’m sorry for this. I know how much you hate it.” I press the tip of the needle to her neck, kissing her on the forehead and injecting the sedative at the same time. “But I have to take care of something, and you can’t wake up before that or you’ll try to fly away despite the chains slowly pulling you into my cage.” With one last kiss, I get up and put on my l
eather gloves.

  Picking up the phone from the table, I go downstairs, dialing the number. On the fifth ring, he picks up. “Hey, what’s up, man?” His voice is groggy. I probably woke him up.

  “Meet me at the border in fifteen minutes.”

  “It’s like—”

  “Do as I say,” I cut him off, not giving a shit about his excuses, because at the end of the day, he will follow the command.

  No one goes against my word here.

  Going onto the porch, I open my arms wide and welcome the fresh wind hitting me in the face.

  For there is nothing better than the anticipation of a fresh kill.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “One way or the other, the truth always comes up. That’s the way of life.”

  Grandpa told me this once when we watched a crime show about a wife who hid from her husband what had happened to her when she was ten years old.

  His words though had no meaning in the reality of our small town.

  Because the truth can stay hidden if no one wants to talk about it.

  And those of us who scream for justice? For understanding? For truth?

  Our voices vanish in the silence of infinity that is everyone’s indifference.

  From the memories of Arianna Griffin…

  The nurse comes inside, smiling widely at me as she holds the tray with a steaming cup of soup on it. “Hello, my darling.” Her voice is so cheery it makes me want to find tape and permanently shut her up.

  Instead of acknowledging her presence, I roll my head to the left, away from facing her, and focus on the birds chirping loudly outside, sitting on the tree that’s visible through this huge-ass hospital window. One of them ruffles its feathers, basking in the sun and reminding me of our swans.

  How funny.

  My life stands still, but the world spins around the sun just the same as if nothing happened.

  People live their lives; birds enjoy their trees and monsters continue to hunt with no repercussions for their actions.