Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I lie on my couch with my hair up in a messy bun, wearing nothing but a sweatshirt and cotton shorts while drinking wine from the bottle.

I’ve decided to drink my worries away. Haidyn has my laptop, and I don’t know when I’ll get it back. Thankfully, I’ve still got my Apple watch and the second cell phone that the Lords gave me. I haven’t received anything new so that’s a plus. They don’t contact me every day, so I have some time to figure things out.

It’s been a week since I stormed into his house, pulled a gun on him, and then went to Carnage. I used my anger for good use.

I pull through the gates and up to the dark castle. Getting out of the car, there’s a smile on my face. I’ve made peace with my decision, and I’m actually giddy about it.

The front double doors open, and I’m greeted by a man dressed in an all-black tux. “Miss Hewett,” he says, sounding surprised. “Haidyn isn’t⁠—”

“I know.” I interrupt Jessie. “I need to speak to Saint, please.”

“Miss Hewett⁠—”

“I need to speak to Saint.” I repeat. “Please. It’s important. It’s about Haidyn.”

“What about him?”

I look up to see Saint coming down the stairs. He’s got a pair of black sweatpants on and is in the process of pulling a T-shirt over his head. “I know where he is,” I rush out.

“Let’s talk privately,” Saint says, nodding toward the same room he took me into last time. Then I notice he looks over his shoulder as if to see if Ashtyn is following him and has overheard what I said.

Interesting.

Entering the room, he shuts the door behind me. “What’s wrong? Is he okay?”

I start to fan my face as if I’m worked up. I am, but not because I give a fuck about Haidyn. But I’m supposed to care, right? I’m supposed to be his therapist and want what’s best for him. Instead, I’m here to rat him out like a little snitch. Dropping my hand, I start to rub my hands together and whisper, “Patient-client…”

“Fuck that bullshit.” He hisses and demands, “Is he okay?”

This also tells me that Saint hasn’t heard from him. What about Kashton? Is Haidyn ignoring them both? If so, why? “I…I’m not sure. He seemed okay, but…” I sniff.

“But what?” He places his hand on my shoulder, and it takes everything in me not to step back.

None of them are overly friendly, but Saint seems to be the hothead out of the three since I’ve known them. But that could have been because of the story that revolves around his wife. “He called me, wanting a meeting. Said he needed to talk to someone.”

He nods. “Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

“He just seemed off…you know? He was upset and had been drinking…”

He runs a hand down his face, letting out a sigh. “Where is he?”

I hide my smile by biting my bottom lip and drop my eyes to the floor.

“It’s okay, Charlotte. You can tell me. Where is Haidyn?”

I kept my concern vague because I didn’t want to tell him anything specific. I wanted Saint worried enough to go to Haidyn. And by how fast Saint rushed out of Carnage, I’d say it worked.

I wanted Haidyn to be caught off guard when he saw Saint on his front porch. He’ll know it was me, of course, but I don’t give a fuck.

Taking another gulp of wine, I relax into the couch, getting comfortable. I’ve kept my real cell phone off and my one from the Lords on silent because I’m still out of town, according to my social media pages. Wesley gets a text every now and then to update him on my trip, and I send my mother a picture that I have to make on Photoshop with the added my service is spotty text. But other than that, I’m MIA, and it’s actually been nice. I’m still on the fence about what to do about my fake friends knowing I’m dating Haidyn. I fucking lied about being broken up with Wesley. The only thing about that is they are my friends, not his. I had them before we started our fake relationship.

My door opening has me sitting up and my hand tightening on the neck of the wine bottle.

Haidyn steps into my house, and I roll my eyes, lying back down. “Don’t you ever knock?”

He stays quiet as he makes his way into the living room and drops his backpack onto the coffee table. Unzipping it, he removes the notebook that I gave him during my first visit to Carnage and a pencil.

Then he removes the laptop, and I sit up straighter, placing my feet on the floor. “Haidyn⁠—”

“I took the liberty of writing out an email for you.” He opens the laptop and spins it around so I can see he’s started a new email to the Lords.

“What?” I leap from the couch to grab the laptop, but he slams it shut, yanking it from the coffee table. “What the fuck, Haidyn?” I demand.

He places the laptop next to him on the opposite couch and smiles up at me. “Saint paid me a visit.”

I can’t help the smile, and his lips thin. “Guessing it didn’t go well.”

Leaning forward, he places his tatted elbows on his jean-clad thighs. “It went about how you wanted it to go. But it got me thinking…” Reaching up, he rubs his chin, and I notice he still hasn’t shaved. I like the facial hair. It makes him look more rugged. More threatening. And somehow, it’s a turn-on.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I say, rolling my eyes at his silence.

“Oh, the only thing I’m going to hurt is you, doll face.”

My pulse races at his threat because I know it’s not an empty one. “So…” I try to shrug it off, acting like I don’t care. “Go ahead and send the email. I don’t care.”

He stands, and I swallow nervously. “I think you do care. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have picked me last time you tried to quit.”

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He gives a rough laugh. “I know everything, Annabelle.”

My teeth clench, and I look away from his intense stare.

“Do you think they’ll give you an option this time? Or do you think they’ll just take you in the middle of the night, strip you naked, and tie you to the Lords altar?” Walking around the coffee table, he comes to stand next to me. His hand slowly slides up my back before tangling in my hair.

I moan when he pulls my head back and forces me to look up at him, his free hand wrapping around my neck to hold me in place. His eyes search mine as he speaks. “As much as I’d love to see you tied to the altar, I don’t find the thought of you being someone else’s whore appealing.”

My breathing picks up, and my thighs tighten.

“But you tell me, doll face…do you want to be an offering for the Lords?”

“No.” I don’t even have to think about it, and he knows that. My father took me to the cathedral that night to make sure I had all the facts…saw all the angles that the Lords work. I knew the night I killed a woman and took my brand that there was no going back. I’m committed to this assignment, and I’ve come too far to let him give me up. The Lords most definitely won’t give me a second chance at picking him.

“So what are you going to do for me, Charlotte?”

“Whatever you want,” I answer breathlessly, knowing I’m at his mercy.

Smiling, he releases me. “Strip,” he commands, going back to his backpack.

I remove my sweatshirt and shorts along with my thong. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I stand naked, trying to calm my racing heart. He makes me nervous, and I hate that my palms are sweating.

“Turn around,” he demands, and I gladly give him my back, staring at the TV.

I feel his jeans against the back of my legs, and then he lifts something over my head. “Open wide, doll face.”

Licking my lips, I do as he says, and he shoves something hard and unforgiving into my mouth, resting them behind the back of my teeth on both top and bottom. I mumble nonsense as he jerks my head around, fastening it in place.

“On the floor. I want you on your knees and forearms, ass in the air.” He slaps my ass cheeks, and I jump at the lingering sting. The brand is still healing and sensitive.

Lowering myself to my living room floor, I get on my knees and forearms just like he said. Drool gathers in my mouth, and my jaw is already getting sore. I feel the cool air from the fan hitting my wet pussy, and I rock back and forth, knowing he’s about to fuck my ass.

I knew there would be consequences. I signed up for this when I stormed into Carnage to tattle. If the worst I get is an orgasm, then it was worth it.

He comes to crouch down in front of me and drops the notebook. He opens it to the front page, and I see it’s nothing but empty lines. He hasn’t been using it. I never expected him to. It was just something I saw when I was doing research on therapists.

Then he sets a pencil on top of it. Placing two fingers in my open mouth, I gag as they hit the back of my throat, and he lifts my face, making me arch my neck painfully. His eyes meet mine. “You’re going to write

HAIDYN’S DIRTY LITTLE WHORE

over and over. Until this is done.” He sets a bigger hourglass than he had in my basement down in front of the notebook, and my eyes widen.

He removes his fingers from my mouth, and drool runs from my open lips onto the notebook.

“Don’t rip the paper,” he warns. “Or you’ll be punished.”

He can’t be serious. I try to argue with him, but it’s just mumbled nonsense that makes him laugh because he knows that I’m going to lose. If I’m writing with a pencil and the page has drool on it, it will rip. It’s paper, for Christ’s sake.

“You’re wasting time.” He smacks my ass once more, and I groan at the sting, rocking my hips back and forth. He chuckles, and I start to writeon the first line.

HAIDYN

I knew what I wanted her to do. I’ve just waited, letting her think she got away with it. I like to keep her guessing when I’ll decide to make an appearance in her life. Adam hasn’t found anything on her laptop. The Lord she’s been assigned to knows what the fuck they’re doing. But I knew that already. It just furthers my point of who I think it is.

It just makes this even better.

She’s on her knees, rocking back and forth slowly while she drools all over the paper that she’s writing on. “Beautiful,” I praise her, and she moans.

I smile as she spreads her legs farther. Like a dog in heat, she’s assumed the position and begging to be fucked.

When I undo my belt, her breathing picks up as I remove it from my jeans. Doubling it over, I slap her ass with it. She jumps, a scream coming through her mouth gag. “Keep writing,” I order, swatting her again.

The two red marks on her ass make me smile and so does the sound of her sniffling while she tries to write in the notebook. I do it again and again, and again until both cheeks are covered in marks from the leather. My name branded on her cheek looks irritated from the leather.

Kneeling behind her, I run my fingers over her cunt and feel how wet she is. “That’s my girl,” I say. “You’re dripping, doll face.”

Mumbling around her open-mouth gag, she pushes her ass against me, and I chuckle. “Don’t stop writing, Charlotte. No matter what. Understand?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods her head, and I unzip my jeans, pulling out my hard dick.

I rub the tip of my pierced cock against her pussy. Her entire body stiffens, and her hand pauses on the paper. “Keep writing,” I order, and the pencil slowly moves across the paper once again.

Pushing the tip into her pussy, she drops the pencil altogether and tries to crawl away from me. I reach out, grabbing the top of her head and digging my hand into her hair, not caring that it pulls on the leather strap that holds the gag in her mouth.

She cries out, spit flying from her mouth. The room fills with her heavy breathing and mumbled protests.

“It’s okay, doll face,” I say, grabbing my cock with my free hand once again and guiding it into her. “I’m going to fuck your cunt, Annabelle. You’re my dirty little whore, and whores get used.” My eyes drop to her pussy, and I push my hips forward, my cock forcing its way where no other dick has ever been.

I’ve thought long and hard about her punishment for her betrayal, and taking her virginity was the only option that fit the crime. She said she was saving it for her Lord. That’ll no longer be an option for her.

Her cries grow louder as I sink into her balls deep. Using my hand still in her hair, I tilt her head down and order, “Keep writing.” I slap my name where it’s branded on her ass, and her already tight cunt clenches around my pierced dick. I grind my teeth to keep from moaning.

She picks up the pencil with a shaking hand and starts up again, and I begin to move. Pulling out, I slam into her. Her crying makes me smile. I release her hair and grip both of her hips, pulling her ass farther up into the air as I pull out and slam forward.

I do it again. And again.

She’s sobbing, tears and drool falling onto the paper, and her handwriting is barely legible as I fuck her virgin pussy.

“Fuck, doll face. Feel how wet you are for me?” I pull out and see the first sight of blood. “Aw, that’s a good girl—bleeding all over my cock,” I tell her over her cries. I wasn’t sure she would, considering I’ve fingered her, and who knows how rough she’s played with herself. “I want you to remember this.” I slam into her pussy, lean over and wrap my hand around her neck, forcing her head up with my left and take a picture of us with my right. Then I drop my phone to the floor and whisper in her ear, “How’s it feel to be my whore, doll face? To know that I’m the first one to fuck every hole you have?”

She’s gasping, her small body shaking underneath me. It has my cock twitching inside her.

I sit up, spread her ass cheeks, and let spit fall from my lips. Her gagging makes me laugh. I run my thumb over her ass and push it into her as my hips continue to rock back and forth, slamming into her bleeding cunt. She’s so fucking tight.

I groan, throwing my head back. “Gooooddddammmn, Charlotte.” It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked a virgin. When you pay for sex, you’re paying for experience. Pussy also isn’t my first choice when you can have any hole you want. Again, money gives you options. “That’s it…” My breath catches when her hips rock back and forth. “Fuck me, beautiful. Show me that you like my cock inside you.”

She’s sobbing, her head down, and the pencil nowhere to be seen. I let it go for now. Her punishment is bleeding, not writing nonsense.

“Fuck my bloody dick, doll face,” I say, stilling inside her.

Slowly, she rocks back and forth, body trembling, but her bleeding pussy is dripping wet.

I lean over and grab her arms, bringing them behind her back, placing them parallel and holding them in place with one hand while the other tangles in her hair, holding the side of her face down onto the drool-covered notebook. I start to fuck her, enjoying the sounds her gagged mouth makes as she comes all over my dick.