Madness (Madness #1)

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

The screens illuminate my office, casting a ghostly glow over the room as I watch the flickering image intently. The cameras are positioned at strategic angles, following her every movement.

I told myself that I was watching her, keeping an eye on the most valuable person in this place, but that turned to smoke the moment she entered my office with her loud mouth.

Now… now it’s an obsession.

Jealousy radiates from me as I watch her connect her lips to his, the smirk on her face just before enough to have me hard as a fucking rock under this desk.

I have no issues with her kissing him – she knows who she belongs to.

I want Red to be happy, and if Desmond – the card king of Wonderland does, then I will let her have him.

As long as he is under no delusion that he’ll be able to steal her from me… us.

When I first started to fall for the fiery, red-haired, loud-mouthed brat, I had thought I would have her all to myself.

My Red – my love.

Now, I share her with my only friend, and I feel nothing but soul-shattering love and lust for her.

I mean, if I truly loved her, then wouldn’t I want her to be happy?

And if these men made her happy, then who am I to tell her no? As long as she has space in her heart for me, then I have no issues, though I will be showing her who she truly belongs to later.

I may want her to be happy, but I’m a possessive bastard, and she knows it… she loves it.

I’m hers forever. She owns my soul and my heart, and without her to reign me in, I fear for how Wonderland would fare.

She is my anchor, my sanity in this fucked up institute, and when all I want to do is watch the walls crumble to ash, and the flames turn to embers as it all burns to the ground, she is the reminder that Wonderland… Eden Institute is now my responsibility.

The telltale sound of the bookcase scraping against the floor lets me know who’s entering my space, and I smirk when he growls low at the sight on the screen.

Red’s head is thrown back in a silent moan, Desmond sucking on her neck like that weird pale glittery guy from that one film.

My love likes it, though, and I bet if I had the sound on, her filthy, sweet moans would fill the room.

“Who the fuck is that?” Bander leans over into my space, his face centimetres from the laptop screen.

“That is Desmond. One of the twins,” I tell him.

“The time one?”

“No, that’s the other one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. He’s the one with about a million different favours owed by my guards,” I laugh.

“No shit,” Bander laughs too, “So why is my Atropa’s tongue down his throat?”

“Oh, that’s because he’s promised to smuggle her in paint supplies.”

Bander rears back, his fist clenched on the desk, “He can do that?”

“He has before.”

I don’t say anything else, loving how Bander’s jaw clenches. Not because he’s jealous, but because he wants to provide for Red in that way with no way to do it, “Shit, I need to learn how to play fucking cards.” He scrubs his hand down his face, blowing out a deep breath.

“Will there be games later?” he asks after a beat of silence, our eyes never leaving the screen.

“There will be. Do you want to join?” I can’t keep the excitement from my voice… after all, the best games to play with our Red are the ones where we remind her who she belongs to.

“Are you putting her in solitary?”

“I am. The room next to yours or just down the hall?”

“Down the hall. If I hear those moans coming from the room next to me, I’ll have to kill everyone in the rooms near us for hearing her,” he groans, “It’s a lot of work.”

Desmond lowers Red onto her back and hovers over her, his hand disappears up her skirt, and I palm my aching cock under the desk.

“I fucking love seeing her like this,” Bander says, palming his problem, and his eye follows her like a lion tracking its prey, “Fuck it. I’m going to get a closer look.”

He storms from the room without so much as a goodbye, and I chuckle at his lack of control when it comes to her.

Nursing her back from near death a week ago was one of the worst moments of my life, but Bander never wavered, staying by her side in my office the entire time .

I tried to get him to leave, to go back to solitary before he was caught, but he refused, accepting any punishment that may come from it from the higher-ups.

Red’s silence since the incident is unsettling. I heard what her sister said to her. The footage on the cameras captured every word of her venomous assault, and I had to physically restrain myself from seeking her out and squeezing her neck until the life left her eyes.

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed…

I’m sure it won’t be the last .

Plus, Red’s worth it, but she won’t let me, and I refuse to have her hate me because of it – it would destroy me.

After watching the footage, I felt a surge of fury so intense that it nearly drove me to smash up my laptop in a fit of rage.

Seeing her hurt, watching the way her eyes dim from happiness to an empty, hollow shell, is unbearable.

It’s why I need to save Wonderland, to protect Red and the others from Nurse White taking over and ruining them all.

She’s done enough damage… Hare is the perfect example of that, and I refuse to let her do it to anyone else.

Just the thought of it has rage bubbling in my veins, and I slam my fist into the desk, accidentally hitting my laptop.

Red’s sinful moans fill the room, her voice breathless, “Desmond, fuck right there.”

Desmond’s head has disappeared under the skirt of her dress, the black material making him look like the headless prick he will be if he breaks her heart.

“Do you like that?” Des’s voice is muffled, but I can hear the cocky tone in it.

He’s enjoying this, and I can’t fucking blame him. Being between Red’s thighs is like tasting ambrosia for the first time, and it only ever gets better.

“Fuck yes! If you stop, I’ll fucking clamp my head between your thighs until it pops off,” she grits her teeth, her hand tangling in his hair and pushing his head back where she wants him.

“Threats make me hard, Cridhe,” he says before doing as he’s told and getting her off.

I try not to grit my teeth at the term of endearment, knowing precisely what it means, but if Red is happy, then I won’t get in their way.

“Fuck me, Des, hard,” she begs.

Unable to take it anymore, I pull my aching cock from my pants and stroke it as Desmond lines himself up with Red’s soaked entrance and thrusts into her.

Red’s nails claw into his naked back, blood welling to the surface, and I groan as phantom pain lingers from the scars she’s left on me, and I imagine it’s me hovering over her as I thrust into her with punishing force .

Red’s screams of ecstasy have my cock weeping from how hard I am, and I stroke myself in sync with Desmond’s thrusts as he fucks my girl.

“You have no idea the power you have, Cridhe,” he groans into her neck, her arms pinned above her head, and she smirks.

“Oh, I know exactly what power I have, Des. It’s why you are between my legs right now while Jameson and Bander watch from the shadows,” she teases, nipping his earlobe.

Desmond pauses his movements, his eyes immediately seeking out the camera above her bed, and my lip tilts up to the side, “I see you, you little fucker.”

“Uh…” he stutters, pulling out from her, but Red grips his biceps.

“I swear to god, Des, if you do not get back inside of me, I’ll lose it.”

Bander appears from the shadows of the room, having snuck in before when they were too lost in one another to notice, “I’ll happily make you feel good, Atropa,” he chuckles, “Just say the word.”

“Jesus fuck,” Desmond jumps, his hand pressing against his chest as he breathes out slowly, “You are one spooky bastard.”