Housebound with the Blackridge Heirs novel Chapter 72

**Change Begins With You — Jayden Collins**

**Chapter 72**

**Maya**

Caden swept me out of the car with a fierce determination, his silence speaking volumes as we passed through the garage. Not a single word escaped his lips, yet his grip around me felt like a promise, a silent vow that everything would be alright.

Leo stood at a distance, his gaze landing on the torn remnants of my dress, the bruises blossoming on my wrists like dark flowers, and the way I clung desperately to Caden’s neck. He observed us with a mixture of concern and understanding, but he said nothing. It was as if he knew that this moment was ours, and his quiet presence was a silent acknowledgment of our shared pain.

As the heavy gates of Blackridge House closed behind us with a resounding thud, Caden didn’t release me. He carried me straight into his master suite, locking the door behind us as if to shut out the world and all its troubles. Only then did he gently lower me onto the plush rug in front of the bed, as if I were a fragile piece of art that could shatter at any moment.

I stood there trembling, the fabric of his jacket still wrapped around me like a shield, while his eyes roamed over my skin, taking in every bruise, every mark. It felt as though he were memorizing the pain etched into my body.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he urged, his voice raw and strained.

“I’m okay,” I replied in a whisper, though the words felt like a lie. The truth was that the pain was already beginning to fade, soothed by the bond that tied us together.

He let out a shaky breath, his expression shifting as he reached for the jacket. With a slow, almost reverent touch, he peeled it away from my shoulders. The ruined dress followed suit, slipping down my arms and pooling around my feet like a discarded memory.

I stepped out of the fabric, bare feet meeting the cool floor. All that remained were the shredded lace remnants of my underwear and the faint red imprints of Jamille’s fingers on my upper arms, reminders of a battle I had fought and survived.

Caden’s eyes darkened to an inky black, filled with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

He dropped to his knees before me, his hands gliding up the backs of my thighs, thumbs brushing against the sensitive crease where my leg met my hip.

“I’m going to erase her,” he murmured against my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. “Every place she touched you, I’ll replace it with my mouth, my hands, my scent, until the only thing you feel is me.”

A surge of desire coursed through me, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Then don’t be gentle.”

A wild, feral look flickered across his face, igniting something primal within me.

With a swift motion, he hooked his fingers in the lace at my hips and tore it away. The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the quiet room, a declaration of dominance.

Cool air brushed against my skin, and then his mouth was on me, open and ravenous. He licked a slow, possessive path from my entrance to my clit, groaning as if he had been starved for this taste.

I gasped, my knees buckling beneath me. Caden caught me effortlessly, his hands spreading my thighs wider, lifting me until my back hit the thick fur rug in front of the bed. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across his shoulders as he settled between my legs, devouring me with an insatiable hunger.

There was no teasing this time; he took me with an urgency that left no room for doubt. He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in relentless circles while two thick fingers slid inside me, curling and pressing in all the right ways.

My hips jerked in response as he pinned them down, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, until it shattered through me like a bolt of lightning. I cried out, a broken moan escaping my lips as I pulsed around his fingers, and he drank every drop as if it were the very essence of our bond.

Before I could catch my breath, he rose, his shirt gone and his belt clinking as he opened it. I reached for him, frantic and needy, and he allowed me to push his trousers down just enough to free his cock—thick, flushed, and already pulsing with desire.

Wrapping my hand around him, I felt him hiss, his head dropping to my shoulder as if seeking solace.

“Maya—”

“I need you inside me,” I demanded, urgency lacing my voice. “Now.”

With a fierce determination, he pushed my thighs apart and surged forward with one long, punishing thrust. We both gasped, the sensation bordering on overwhelming, yet tonight it felt like salvation. He bottomed out, his knot kissing my entrance, and stilled, trembling with the effort to control himself.

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