Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

Chelsea is here with some guy who I’ve never met before. He’s a drug dealer, and when she said she had Molly, she meant he did.

I’ve done drugs before, but I’m just not in the mood tonight. I’d rather get wasted. We’re standing at the bar as the bartender lines up more shots. I’m here to drown out any memory of Haidyn, the Lords, and my future because it’s officially over.

A hand reaches up the back of my dress, and I jump, spinning around, about to punch the fuck out of whoever is touching me when I look up into a set of blue eyes.

I have a moment of panic, thinking that I did take a Molly and just forgot, and now I’m hallucinating.

Haidyn steps into me, pinning my back into the bar. He cups my face, and my breathing becomes labored as he lowers his lips to mine.

He kisses me, and my lips part on their own, letting him control the kiss like he did my body in the basement. It feels good to be wanted, even if it’s fake. It feels so real.

The taste of his kiss, the touch of his lips, and the dominance in the way his hands hold me in place are more intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had. If he wasn’t holding me up, I’d fall over. Or float away. Either way, it would end too soon.

He pulls away as if he can read my mind, and I open my heavy eyes to see him staring down into mine. “Hello, doll face.”

I can’t speak. My body is cold, and my limbs are numb. Does it make me a whore that I want him to place me on the bar top, push up my dress, and fuck me? Make me beg him to come? Show all of Blackout that he owns me and I’m his good girl who begs to be his whore?

“Charlotte?”

My name is shouted over the music, and he lets go of my face. I turn to see my two friends staring at Haidyn wide-eyed. Nikki’s boyfriend tilts his head to the side, also staring at the stranger who just swept me off my feet.

“What the fuck happened to you and Wesley?” Nikki asks.

“We broke up.” I lie easily. My body may be a little slow right now, but my mind isn’t.

“When?” she asks, her eyes finally going to me.

Before I can respond, Chelsea laughs. “Who the hell cares?” She’s drooling all over Haidyn.

I can’t blame the woman. My eyes go back to his and look over his black T-shirt that has a woman on her knees kneeling in front of an upside-down cross that reads—devoted. She’s got tape over her mouth and her tied hands in a praying position—ready and willing to serve her Lord.

It fits him like a glove. The short sleeves show off his muscular arms and tattoos. They make my mouth water.

He removes his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out a black card. When he moves to stand beside me, the bartender looks up and notices him immediately. He’s hard to miss.

“Haidyn, what’s up, man?” he yells over the music.

He holds out the card and tells the guy, “For my girl and her friends.”

My girl? Well, I think I earned that, considering his name is on my ass.

“Got it.” The guy takes it. “Want anything?”

Haidyn shakes his head. “No thanks.”

Haidyn looks toward the end of the bar, and the club owner nods at him. Then he turns to face me and lowers his head to speak into my ear. “Be right back.”

I watch him walk through the crowd, and people move out of the way as if he’s God. The best thing is that they don’t even know who he really is. He says a few things to other Lords that I know of—Sin and Ryat—before they turn and head toward the exit, and then he and Tyson step into the hallway out of sight.

“Here you go, ladies,” the bartender calls out, getting my attention.

I spin around, pick up the shot, and clank our glasses together before I throw it back. After I set it down, the girls start to talk when Chelsea’s drug dealer comes to stand next to me. He’s looking in the direction of the hallway before his dilated eyes meet mine. “You’re dating Haidyn Reeves?”

Does he know who Haidyn is? Surely not. He’s a Spade brother. Although the Lords keep their life a secret…the Spade brothers? They’re kept even more a secret since they work at Carnage.

Then he speaks again. “He’s friends with Tyson?”

Getting irritated happens much easier when I’m drunk. I place a hand on my hip. “Why does it matter who he’s friends with?”

“Ryat and Sin?” He arches a brow at me.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise. What the fuck? Tyson makes sense. He’s the owner of this club, and everyone knows who he is. They don’t know him as a Lord, but definitely by name. But to also recognize Ryat and Sin? It’s throwing up red flags. I guess he could know them from Barrington, but something tells me that’s not it. Kids from all around the world attend Barrington, not just the Lords.

He goes to say something, but Chelsea grabs his arm to pull him toward the dance floor, wanting to dry hump him.

I turn, motion to the bartender, and order another round. I’m already getting drunk, but if Haidyn plans to take me home, I’m getting smashed.

HAIDYN

She closes the place down. Not that I’m surprised. I can tell when a woman is on a mission to get drunk, and she has accomplished it.

I have one hand in hers and the other on her back as I guide her out of the back exit to the parking lot. Unlocking Sin’s car, I place her in the passenger seat before sliding into the driver’s seat. She leans her forehead on the window while I drive out of town. My eyes sneak a quick peek, and I see her minidress has ridden up on her thighs. High enough that I can see her nude lace thong. Thoughts of what I did to her in her basement make me hard.

I watched the video of her getting off while I was balls deep in her ass four times today. Her body was so responsive. I want to see what else her body likes, even if her mind doesn’t.

We pull up to my house, and I leave Sin’s Zenvo TSR-S in the driveway. Getting out, I remove her from the passenger seat and carry her inside. My eyes catch sight of the blacked-out Aston Martin sitting in my driveway that comes and goes as it pleases.

It’s the reason I bought this place four years ago. My brothers don’t know I have it. Charlotte changes those plans as well. She changes everything. If she can find me, who says someone else can’t?

I carry her into my bedroom, where I kick it shut before laying her on the bed. I remove her heels and place them on the couch at the end of the footboard. Stepping next to the bed, I slowly run my fingertips along her tan legs, up over her thighs, and push her mini dress up in the process, taking in the small wet spot that covers her underwear.

The urge to bury my head between her thighs and wake her up with my tongue fucking her sweet cunt comes to mind, but not tonight.

Pushing the dress to her waist, I pull her thong down her legs and toss it to the side. Then I push her dress up over her breasts. It takes me a second to get her arms out of it, and she moans from the movement, but her eyes remain closed as I pull it up and over her head.

Stepping away from the bed, I exit the primary suite and walk through the house to the kitchen. On my way, I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and some painkillers out of the cabinet.

I’m walking down the hallway back to my room when I hear muffled moaning coming from one of the spare bedrooms. I know the sound of a gagged woman when I hear it. Plus, the slapping of bodies gives them away, along with the sound of the headboard hitting the wall.

Entering the bedroom once again, I find her lying naked on the bed where I left her. “Charlotte?” I run my knuckles along her cheek, looking over her makeup. Her lipstick has worn off from the kiss and the countless drinks she’s had tonight. My eyes quickly scan the bruises that I gave her while I had her in her basement. “Wake up, doll face. I need you to take these.”

She arches her back and lets out a whimper.

“Come on.” I place my arm under her neck and sit her up, ignoring the hard dick pressing painfully against my zipper. Her heavy eyes flutter open and meet mine. “Take these.” I prop her up against the headboard and place them in her hand while I pick up her legs and pull down the black satin sheets.

She tosses them into her mouth, and I hand her the water. She gulps some down, swallowing the pills without thought before giving me the bottle.

I help her lie back down under the bedding, covering her up. I go to walk away when her hand reaches out and grabs mine. I turn to see her dazed eyes looking up at me. “Are you going to share me with your friends?”

Her words catch me off guard, but I don’t answer. Instead, I sit down next to her and watch her blink a few times as if her pretty blue eyes see several of me.

“Can I”—she hiccups—“ask a favor?” Her words are slurred, but I understand what she’s asking.

“Sure, doll face.” I indulge her, wanting to know her drunk thoughts. A person can tell you a lot about themselves when intoxicated.

She yawns, and her eyes fall closed as I wait for her to continue. “If you do…will you be my first?” Her words are so soft I wonder if I heard her correctly.

“First?” I ask and wait for her to explain, but the soft snore from her parted lips tells me I’m not getting anything else from her tonight.

Getting up, I pull my cell from my pocket and dial Gavin’s number. He answers on the second ring, his voice rough as if I woke him up. “Haidyn⁠—?”

“Is Charlotte a virgin?” I bark out and then look over at her, and she doesn’t move. What else could she mean by first? Especially when it followed her asking me if I was going to share her?

“I’m not sure…”

“Why didn’t you say something to me that day in your clinic?” I demand, exiting my room. I’ve already fucked her ass and her mouth, so to be her first…? No. She’s drunk and confused. She doesn’t know what she’s asking. But then Kashton’s words come to mind from when I watched her dance in Blackout a while back.

“You can’t be serious, man. She’s what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” he jokes. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. You’d scare that poor girl to death.”

“You can’t tell a virgin from an exam,” Gavin answers.

I run a hand through my hair, making my way to the living room. I stop at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the dark woods. “She was on birth control,” I argue, trying to avoid what my mind is already telling me. She told us she had two sexual partners.

“Women take birth control for many reasons other than to prevent pregnancy, Haidyn.”

Letting out an annoyed breath, I hang up and stuff the cell in my pocket. She’s a fucking virgin. That changes things. Why would she allow me to do the things I did? I knew she was inexperienced but never thought she’d be a fucking virgin.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She lied to me when I found the bruises on her, and she said she had rough sex. I knew it wasn’t a hundred percent the truth, but I didn’t think she was that far off. So why the hell was she so banged up? Bruises on her wrists and on her face…who did that to her? Those were just the ones I could see. Did she have more?

She had told me she’d had anal before when I had her in her basement. And her mouth? I really didn’t give her a chance to show me what she could do. I controlled that entire situation.

Pulling out my cell again, I go to the app that shows the cameras I have in her house. Something happened tonight or earlier today. Whatever it was, it had her calling and begging me. Literally. No woman begs a man to treat her like trash on purpose. That’s why I did what I did to her in the first place. To see just how far I could go with her. I wanted her to run from me. So for her to come back so quickly…?

I watch the screen and see her waking up after I had her in her basement for two days. I start from the beginning, thinking I missed something when I was watching today from my home office. She watches her TV, witnessing the truth that she wasn’t at Carnage. Rushing to her basement, she calls me, then gets on her laptop and slams it shut. I frown, watching her lie down for a nap. I fast-forward until she wakes up. I skip over her getting ready but bring it to a quick stop when I see one of the cameras in the living room shows the sliding glass door open.

Two men enter the house, dressed in cloaks and masks. Why the fuck are Lords at her place?

One pulls his cell out of a bag and types a message before putting it back. I pull up two views so I can watch her in the closet getting dressed to go out while the other watches them just stand there. The cameras I have in her house cover every inch of it.

After a few minutes, she’s back in her room, and her cell rings. She answers it and comes to a stop. Her face pales before she slowly enters the living room to find the Lords waiting on her.

She places her call on speakerphone, and I listen to the altered voice give her an ultimatum.

She chooses me.

Not like either option is good, but she knew it was better than the alternative.

She hangs up the phone, and the Lords in her house begin to laugh. And my question is answered—they told her I’d pass her around.

I might have fucked women who didn’t belong to me before, but I won’t be sharing what’s mine. I’ve wanted Charlotte from the moment I saw her. The Lords have handed her to me on a silver platter, and I’m a man who likes to feast.

I make my way down to the basement inside my home. Flipping on the light, I go over to the far wall and grab what I want off the shelf, then I open one of the drawers and grab a couple more things. I throw them all into a backpack and make my way back upstairs.

She’s still passed out in my bed as I walk through my bedroom and enter my bathroom. I grab a T-shirt from my closet and dress her in it. Then I pick her up in my arms and carry her to my car that’s parked in the garage, passing Sin’s that I drove home in my driveway as I take her to her house.

I’m going to find out everything I want to know. Whatever she tells me will decide how I move forward.