Breaking Cannon

28.

Smut ahead y'all.

Maddox POV

The days spent taking care of Cannon are long and sweet. We spent the time holding each other and healing as best we could. Nightmares raged both of our dreams, but when each of us woke up, the other was there. We became inseparable.

Then the time came where it was safe enough to go home. We packed up and headed out.

Weeks passed as Cannon caught up on work and I mourned Jax. I spent time where he stayed and took all of his belongings to the house. I got drunk with Calen and we cried, I relaxed with Cannon, and we cried.

I'm so fucking sick of crying.

All that's left now is hate and anger. We've left Dakota rotting in his cell for weeks. I'm still coming up with the perfect way to kill him.

A true poet.

Now I'm bored.

And horny.

And fucking horny. Cannons been walking around me like I'm glass and he'll break me. The wildest sex we've had is missionary.

FUCKING MISSIONARY.

So here I am, standing outside his office door, about to poke the bear.

Yay. Fun.

I walk into his office and straddle his lap.

"Hey, gorgeous." He mumbles while still on the phone. I grab it.

"Hey, Cannon's busy. He'll call back when he fucking feels like it."

He looks at me with amusement.

"And what can I do for you?"

"You can fuck me."

What?? I'm tired of beating around the bush.

"Maddox," he groans, getting up and removing me from his lap and standing up.

"What?" I ask innocently. He pulls me in to kiss me, but it's not what I want. I don't want sweet. I want the ruthless man I fell for.

I pull away and he frowns. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Stop with this bullshit!" I finally snap. "I'm not going to break, Cannon!" My anger bubbles in my chest and all the sudden I'm shoving him backwards. "Where's the man I met, huh?"

Shove.

"The man who was ruthless and angry?"

Shove.

"Fucking stop being a sad sack and get angry with me!"

I shove him again. Hard.

He steps back and I see that dangerous glint in his eye and his jaw clench. He grabs my throat and slams me against the wall.

"Watch your fucking mouth. I know you've been going through a rough time, but don't think I won't remind you who's really in charge." He growls in my ear, voice low and incredibly dangerous.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach instantly.

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure I've been in charge lately."

I'm going to die.

He locks eyes with me. "What's your safe word." He demands.

"Red."

"Do I have your consent to fuck you until you beg me to stop?"

I moan at his words.

"Yes, I consent."