Greedy |L.T|

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Madison
Saturday, September 22nd

His soft lips were continuously peppering fevered kisses against my skin in the dark under the warm sheets. His hands ventured where ever they were able to, the tips of his fingers a combination of rough and soft. I already knew what he wanted to do, and although I was no where near in the mood for sex, I kept my lips pressed together and didn't say a word.

My mind kept thinking back to a few nights ago. My libido at this point was shot. Lips were suddenly on mine and I kissed back to please. I could simply tell him that I'm not in the mood, but I wouldn't feel right doing that, especially after everything he has done for me. I know, that sounds stupid.

"Ready?" He asked, and I didn't even notice that we stopped kissing and he had already grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

"Yeah," I breathed out and nodded.

Louis leaned back down to peck feather-light kisses against my lips before lifting one of my legs onto his and pressing himself inside of me. I released a small whimper from the pain, due to the fact I was having a hard time getting aroused, but the sound didn't register in his mind as a sign of discomfort as he continued to slowly push in. My fingers were digging into the mattress. His hips were eventually flush up against mine, causing me to release a sigh of relief.

I closed my eyes as I adjusted. He ran a hand from my pelvis, up and over my stomach and between my breasts, and gently touched my neck. Images flashed through my mind that caused a slight panic in me as my eyes flew open and I quickly grabbed ahold of Louis' hand.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked me, his eyebrows knitted together.

I nodded and laced my fingers with his. My heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of my chest. The thoughts of the attack raced through my mind.

What if Abrielle is trying to kill me or something? Is that bizarre to think? And how did Chelsey get involved with Abrielle? What's her motive in all of this? I mean, is it to scare me away? A knife to the neck is pretty extreme and scarring. Now I'm worried about what would be their next scare tactic. It would be something worse than a knife. Is my life typically at risk right now!? I think a knife to the neck is enough to answer that question...

Louis' moans sounded so arousing, but I couldn't get the bothering thoughts to move to the back of my mind in order to enjoy it. I kept my eyes locked onto his face just to watch the pleasure cause his jaw to go slack. His hooded blue eyes scanned my entire face.

I felt my eyes gloss over with tears and my face heat up. I threw an arm over my face to shield my teary eyes from Louis' sight. The knot in my throat was too much to bear, but I tried my best to keep it down.

Louis' hips came to a slow stop. "Baby?"

And with that, I burst into tears.

"Madison?" He pulled out gently as to not hurt me. "Hey," he spoke softly and had me remove my arm from away from my face. "Did I hurt you? Or make you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head and just looked up at the ceiling to avoid his concerned eyes. I just couldn't face him.

"Then what's going on, baby girl?" He lied down beside me on his side but propped his head up with his hand.

I continued to cry because how am I supposed to explain to this man that his crazy stalker is targeting me again, but this time with the intentions of physically harming me?

He reached a hand out to gently brush my long bangs away from my face. "Can you talk to me?" His voice was soft in my ear.

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut.