Ruin Me (Savage Bosses)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

K ent

I took Tyger, who was surprisingly long for a tabby, from Madison’s lap. Her offer wasn’t one I intended to take a rain check on. I grabbed her hand, pulled her up, and began stripping her.

She laughed. “Kent, the bedroom is?—”

“Too far. And you’re overdressed, little bunny.”

“You just have a problem with me and clothes. Nothing I wear is suitable.”

“Because everything you wear belongs on the floor.” Once naked, I spun her to face the couch and directed her with a hand on her spine onto the cushions and in position. “Spread your legs for me, little bunny.”

She peered at me over her shoulder. Desire raged in her eyes, her irises darkening to an almost molten black.

I kneeled behind her until my face was level with her thick ass and brown lips peeked through her thick thighs. Shiny pink treasure begged me to do more than look, an invitation I’d never deny. I grabbed the back of Madison’s thighs and buried my face between her legs and breathed her in.

No scent compared to Madison’s lust. She filled my lungs, driving my thirst for her higher. Unable to hold my hunger at bay any longer, I spread her cheeks and lick from her clit to rosette. Her flavor hits my tongue in an explosion.

“Ooh.” Madison’s body shivers under my tongue.

“That’s right. Coo for me, little bunny. Let me hear how well I’m treating my pussy.” I almost lost myself in Madison, so caught up with eating her out I barely registered the sting from when she reached behind herself to grab my hair. Hell, after the first time she came on my tongue and I lapped up her juices, I went in for another until her thighs shook and she cried out, “Mercy!”

She collapsed onto the back of the sofa, her body shaking as she tried to catch her breath.

I kissed her shoulder and caressed her spine, paying extra attention to her ass. As large as my hands were, they barely covered half her rear and I’d never stop trying.

When her breathing calmed, I turned her face to kiss her. I sank into her lips and her taste until she began writhing against my cock.

“Ready for round two?”

She moaned and nodded.

I rose onto the couch behind her and took myself in hand, dark in color and hard in anticipation of reuniting with Madison. I sank into her and she accommodated my girth by spreading her legs wider.

“You always feel so good on that first stroke,” she groaned.

“And you always feel good on every stroke.” I curled my fingers into her ringlets and brought her face closer to mine.

Madison lowered her eyelashes but I glimpsed the white of her eyes as they rolled into her head.

“Who do you belong to, little bunny?”

“You. I’ve always been yours, Kent,” she said breathlessly as I plunged inside her.

“And this pussy?”

“Yours like everything else.”

I rubbed her ass as it jiggled with every thrust. “And will you let me claim this ass next?”

Without hesitation, she said, “Absolutely.”

“Dad! Mads? Oh my God, I’m going to be sick.”

At the threshold of the living room, Ife stood covering her mouth. For a second I didn’t recognize her without her signature long hair. She now sported a razor-sharp bob.

“Ife?” Madison froze in horror.

“Shit!” I pulled Madison onto the couch, out of Ife’s view, and covered her with a throw.

“What… Why? Oh my God, why?”

“Ife, wait in the study. I’ll explain what you need to know, but allow us to get dressed first.” I pointed her toward the room.

Although my daughter stayed our family home whenever she visited, she worked with the designers who decorated the penthouses. Once she stomped down the corridor, I turned to Madison. She seemed frozen as if a hellish scene played out in front of her.

I cupped her cheek until she focused on me. Guilt and shame filled her eyes and she stared at my chin instead of looking at me directly.

“Little bunny, we knew she’d find out eventually.”

“Not like this. Never like this. What are we going to do?” Tears welled up on Madison’s lashes before sliding down the sides of her face and into her hair.

“I’m going to talk to her. Make her understand.” I stood and pulled Madison from the sofa. “And you are going to put some clothes on and wipe the guilty look off your face. You have nothing to be sorry for, and Ife can be reasonable.”

“Okay,” Madison said in the smallest voice I’d ever heard from her. I pushed her toward the bedroom, but she stopped and picked up our discarded clothes.

I helped, putting on mine in a rush before heading toward the study. Ife, my baby girl who wasn’t a child anymore, paced the study and wiped her face. She reminded me so much of her mother. From the her deep brown complexion to the way she stomped whenever someone or thing frustrated her. This time I was the source of her problems.

I entered the room. “Ife…”

She swung around and pointed toward the door behind me. “What was that, and don’t tell me it wasn’t what I think it was. I heard… How long has this been going on behind my back?”

I leveled her with a pitying stare. “First, you aren’t a child so I know you understand what you saw. Second, only guilty people would say to someone without vision problems they didn’t see something they clearly did.” I reached out my arms to capture her shoulders and hold her still because she continued to tread back and forth.

She evaded my hold with a grimace.

“Third, I never intended to hide my relationship?—”

“Relationship? No, whatever is between you two is not a relationship.”

“Are you going to listen or interrupt everything I say?”

“When what you’re saying isn’t making sense, of course I’m going to chime in and tell you about yourself.”

“You obviously have some things you want to get off your chest before you’ll allow me to respond.” Despite the anger flooding my veins, I folded my arms and sat on a leather-bound chair to patiently wait her out.

The moment was already fraught with high emotions. I channeled the skills I used as a CEO whenever conflicts arose at the company that I was willing to handle with more logic. Although whenever Madison was involved, I tended to lead with my feelings, doing so in this instance would hurt my daughter.

“Why her? Why Mads? You could have any woman in the world.” Ife looked expectantly at me, but I refused to add flames to our argument until she got all her bile out. She huffed and rolled her eyes, probably remembering other disagreements we had where I used this tactic.

“I never said anything when you hoed yourself around and became community dick?—”

“Don’t disrespect me just because you’re mad. I’m still your father, whether or not you agree with my choices.”

“Fine! I never objected with the other women you were with because I knew you were lonely after Mom died, but… Mads is different. She was mine first. My best friend. My safe space. Why’d you have to take her from me when I needed?—”

“I haven’t taken her from you, sweetheart. Madison will always?—”

“You just don’t get it, do you? When you dump her like the others, how am I supposed to act around her?”

My face firmed and the fierceness I felt at the possibility of a life without Madison must have escaped and been visible on my face because Ife reared back.

“No. You can’t be serious.”

“There will be no dumping Madison. I will mar?—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You can’t expect me to accept your relationship as if everything is normal when it can never be the same.” Ife shook her head, her pacing became more erratic as she mumbled, “Whatever fever dream you two are in can’t be serious. She just got here. There’s still time to end it before it’s too late, and maybe just maybe there will be something to salvage between us.” She stopped and turned, a feverish light in her eyes. “That’s it. You end this… nonsense now. I’ll try my best to forget I walked in on what I walked in on and heard what I heard. She’ll go back to D.C. and things will eventually return to normal.”

I frowned, very opposed to the idea of Madison going anywhere without me. “And what happens when she returns to Douglas?”

“Why would she? She avoided coming here for years. She stopped visiting her parents once, she can do it again.”

Suddenly, the enormity of Ife’s words hit me. I was the reason Madison disappeared whenever I visited Ife. I was also the reason she never came home. No wonder her parents fawned over her so much. They didn’t know the next time they would see her after her assignment was over.

And Nikita… The reason she didn’t push harder against our relationship when she still harbored hard feelings against me was most likely because Madison was more likely to stay in Douglas if we were in a relationship.

My little bunny loved every moment she spent with her parents. I’d thought before there was a desperation underlying the visits she made when she wasn’t busy working herself to an early illness. All because I rejected her when her heart was at its most vulnerable, Madison had cut as many ties to Douglas as she could for a clean break.

However, as I looked at my daughter, I realized there was one tie Madison couldn’t sever. She left everything that represented safety and love and protection, yet kept the one connection that would always remind her of her heartache. She endured eight years of painful reminders every time she spoke, visited, and saw Ife. And she did it because her love for my daughter was the only thing keeping her together when she faced everything alone.

I couldn’t let my relationship with Madison be the catalyst for ruining their relationship after the damage I’d already done to Madison. “Sweetheart, I thought Madison was your best friend. What you’re asking isn’t fair to her.”

“Fuc—to hell with fairness. The second she let you stick your dic—your you know what—inside her, all fairness went out the window. God! I’ll never get that image out of my head.” Ife scrubbed her face as if trying to cleanse her memory, but what she saw wasn’t something anyone could forget.

On her next pass in front of me, I snagged Ife’s wrist and halted her manic pacing. She pulled, but my grip was strong and my will stronger. She eventually stopped resisting to glare her fury down at me.

“We need to find a way to work things out.” I loosened my hold.

She yanked herself free and backed away. “There’s only one way to figure things out, Dad. You have to choose. Me or Madison.”

I lurched from my seat and rounded on Ife. “You must be forgetting who the man who raised you is. Who changed your diapers, who read bedtime stories to you, who was there to comfort you when you had nightmares, who scared off all the bogeymen, and who was there at the drop of a dime to support and praise you? I was there for every accomplishment you made and I will be there for all the new ones. You will never not be my daughter, and I’ll never stop loving you. And I will always show up whenever you ask or need me.”

She nodded, her face becoming calm for the first time since she arrived.

“And Madison will be by my side for all your future endeavors.”