Page 88 of Mortala
She’s right, I know she’s right, but I don’t know how to stop. I started them when she left me the first time. Messed around with coke for a little bit because nothing else could drown out the silence she left behind.
Now I don’t take them to feel less, I take them so I don't go through withdrawals. So that nobody notices how badly I’ve fucked myself up. The worst part? The same drugs that helped me survive losing her are probably going to be the reason I lose her again.
“I know. I-I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I can fix it.”
I never imagined my life turning into this. Her father has always been the reason for her pain, and now I am. I can’t be the reason she suffers.
“I believe you, and I’m here for you,” she says firmly. “Whatever you need. But I need you to do something for me, okay?”
Doesn’t she know I would do anything for her? She’s literally the reason I continue to breathe. Without her, I’m just a fucking mess of a man.
“Whatever you need, Princess. I'll do anything.”
“I want you to train me. I want to learn how to fight.”
Is she fucking serious? How have I not thought of this before? She should know how to protect herself in case me or any of the others aren't around to protect her ourselves. The idea of Maddie fighting and beating the absolute shit out of her stalker turns me the fuck on, and it probably shouldn't.
God, I fucking love her.
I smile down at her before answering. “Of course I'll train you. That's such a great idea, baby.”
She smiles at me and tries to hide her excitement, but I know my girl. She's practically jumping for joy on the inside. I can see the fireworks flair up in her eyes—she's ecstatic. In the short months that I've known Maddie, I've learned so much about herlife. I can understand why it means as much to her as it does for me to train her to defend herself.
Her whole life she's been this small helpless girl. Now she's a grown woman, and she's about to bea fucking bad ass.After everything she's been through, she deserves it.
Maddieand I have spent the last hour and a half training. We started with about thirty minutes of weight training and cardio to get her heart rate up and moving. She absolutely hated doing cardio. The first two minutes on the treadmill she was already begging me to get off, but I somehow managed to have her slowly jog for another three minutes.
The death glare she gave me after that was so fucking hot, I had to start thinking of mutilated unicorns just to get my boner to calm the fuck down.
However, she loved weight training. She smiled almost the entire time she lifted weights. I could tell this was going to be our new daily routine.
She couldn't lift much, having never lifted weights before in her life, but she'll get there. She pushed herself hard, and seeing her so determined to accomplish the goals she set out for herself was so rewarding to watch. I'm so fucking proud of her.
Now that we finished weight training, we’ve been spending the last hour teaching her self defense moves. Every position I put her in has me rock fucking hard, and the ache only gets worse with every passing second. She’s been laughing menacingly and I’ve been trying to hide my smile, but I can’thelp it when it comes to her. She’s got me wrapped around that pretty little finger of hers.
She’s attempted to tease me a few times already, rubbing her ass up against my cock and grinding up on me. I haven’t been wanting to admit it to her and just play it cool, but fuck is it working. If I don’t fuck her soon, my painfully blue as fuck balls are going to explode.
Maddie is standing faced away from me on the mat, waiting for me to attack her from behind. It’s one of the many things we’ve been working on for the last hour. I glance down at her plump ass in those tiny little gym shorts she has on and feel my cock strain achingly against my boxers in my shorts.
I slowly prowl my way over to her and watch as she prepares herself for me. Her breathing is heavy from all the hard work we’ve put in and with the way she has her hair tied up, I can spot the sweat dripping down the back of her neck.
I focus in on the little droplet of sweat as it cascades down her spine until finally it vanishes beneath her tank top. Looking at her, even in the state that she’s in, drives me wild.
She is utterly delicious, and I am just a famished man that is ready to devour.
I glide my finger tip from the base of her neck down the center of her spine and watch as the goosebumps rise along her skin.
I chuckle, completely amused by the sight of her crumbling beneath me. She’s right where I want her.
I begin to slide my hand down the front of her top from where I stand behind her when she grabs my arm and uses her body weight to fling me around, pinning me down on the mat.
“Ah fuck, Mads!” I growl, and she laughs so fucking hard, her face turns the brightest shade of red.
She can hardly breathe, she's laughing so damn much. She thinks that’s funny? I’ll show her what’s fucking funny.
With careful force, I lift my knees to push her knees out from under her, flipping her onto her back. She squeals and lands with a thump and then immediately starts laughing again.
I have her wrists pinned down with both hands and I smile down at her because fuck, how could one person be so goddamn perfect? If perfection doesn’t exist, Maddie is the closest thing to it.
