Violet screamed as Paris threw himself at her, her small body easily flying onto the bed. Her head smacked the wall and she groaned, seeing lights above her head. Trying to squirm up, she felt him climb on top of her, pushing up her hands with an iron grip. She yelled in agony as his knee roughly rammed up her thighs, the force hitting into her pelvic bone harshly.

Trying to kick up with her knees, she felt one connect with his back, his only response to it being a huff as one of his hands flew across her face, connecting with her eye. Gasping for breath from the shocking pain, he tore at her tank tops. She could just see and hear the fabric rip as the cool breeze connected with her now bare skin. One of his hands held down her own hands, and no matter how much wriggling she tried, she couldn't come loose. She screamed again, trying to at least get one of the men to realize something was wrong. Greeted with a punch to the jaw, she stared down at a knife Paris pulled out and put to her neck.

Not believing he would kill her, she yelled again. "Help!" She called loudly, followed by a scream as she felt the knife slice across the side of her face. A piece of her torn off shirt was pushed into her mouth and she tried flinging her body to throw Paris off. However he was at least two times the weight she was, all muscle and anger now.

Feeling blood trickling down her neck, Violet bent her head back and breathed in through gritted teeth, feeling one of Paris's grubby hands slide along her torso. His fingers slid at her shoulders, trying to attempt to pull off her bra. Cutting one of the red straps, Violet began to squirm much harder, filling the bra begin to slip. Muffled screams escaped her mouth and she looked at Paris's lust-filled, angry expression as he stared down at her.

Maddox hurried Galen, his hand already at his waist, feeling the cold metal of his knife. The door unlocked, and Maddox's ears filled with Violet's scream, genuine terror lathering the sweet voice. Frustrated and panicked, he pushed Galen out of the way, not caring if he pushed too hard, and slammed the door open. What he saw, he'd never have expected from one of his men in all his lifetime. Paris, the bastard, was sprawled on top of Violet, his own legs forcing hers open. One of his hands was gripping both of her wrists above here head, the other tearing at her bra. Violet, on the otherhand, looked like a delicate deer caught in a headlight, her eyes wide as she thrashed her head back and forth to avoid him. A slash crossed her cheek, blood streaking the side of her face. Her shirt was completely torn off, he shorts pushed up at the bottoms, and the waist pushed down. One bra strap was cut, the other shoved off her shoulder, the fabric bunched under her breasts.

At the sound of the metal slamming to a stop, Paris cursed, his head whipping around. He couldn't turn his head quick enough, though. A fist slammed into his eye just as he turned. Caught off guard, and injured, Paris's body went to retreat from the pain, but before he could usher closer to Violet, Maddox had grabbed his shirt and yanked him up, a knee slamming into Paris's stomach. Paris hunched over, pain contorting his face, and the same knee slammed up into his nose. Crying out, Paris stumbled back, slamming into the wall with Maddox's help, gripping at his face. Blood spurted from behind his hands; Maddox had most likely broke his nose. The knife Paris had clanged to the floor, surprise now blanketing his face as he realized how far Maddox had gone. Judging by the unused knife, Paris hadn't intended on the fight being so brutal and quick. Despite the anger in his eyes, however, Paris remained in spot. None of the men would dare challenge him. They knew how Maddox was raised, and the things he had done. They may not admit it, but they feared this member of their brotherhood; he was fierce, and unstoppable.

Maddox's face was set in anger, a low growl rumbling in his throat in warning as he watched Paris, his hands fisted at his sides, muscles tensed. Paris, obviously shocked at Maddox's possession over a woman, went to glance at Violet, but before his eyes could even focus on her Maddox was standing in the way, sidestepping in front of her, "You forget your place, Paris," the words were a hiss from Maddox, his lips pulled down at the corners, his gaze lethal.

"What, it's not like you've marked her as yours," Paris would've continued, but Maddox's hands palmed a dagger, and his words ceased immediately. Paris may have hesitated, but he knew that Maddox would not make the same choice. Maddox did not hesitate. He decided and went through with it.

"Get. The fuck. Out. I better not see your face until you've remembered where you belong. Even then you better fucking pray to your God I don't kill you, or torture you like you have Violet. Leave. Now."

Paris didn't hesitate. There was a swoosh of fabric, an echo of footsteps, and he was gone. Galen's pale face was the only sign Paris was there. Well, besides Violet of course. Anger shifting, Maddox glared at the boy, "When I say nobody gets through but me, I fucking mean it. Would you be fooled so easily by an enemy? I'm ashamed. Get back to your post. Next time, I don't care if they have a godsdamn gun to your head, that door does not open."

Swiveling on his feet, his dagger swiftly sheathed, Maddox's gaze softened as it rested on Violet. It was still laced with that lethal anger and determination, but it was blanketed with his worry over Violet. Slowly, very slowly so as not to scare her, he pulled his shirt over his head. Before leaning down, he murmured, "You're safe now, Violet." tucking her hair behind her ears, he laid his shirt over his shivering upper body. He knew she wasn't shivering from being cold, but from what had just happened to her. Rape was the cruelest torture, and that's exactly where that had been heading...Shoving the thought from his mind, he (slowly, once again) snaked an arm under her knees, and one behind her back. Fighting back the wave of possessiveness that claimed him, he pulled her up and against his chest with ease, "I'll take you to my room. You'll be safe there. I promise." Glaring at Galen still, he carried the woman out the room's doorway, heading for his room.

Relief swept over Violet as she heard someone, not sure who because of her thrashing to try and keep Paris at bay, run into the room, foot steps heavy on the ground. The door swung close and Paris glanced up, Violet slowing just enough to see Maddox in the doorway. Terror blanketed her expression and she ever so quietly whimpered, Paris's hard palms still holding her down.

Watching Maddox attack Paris like pit bull, Violet scooted back as Paris tried to retreat to her. Her palms grabbed at the wall as if she was trying to somehow pull herself even closer to it. Now in the corner, watching the one sided fight between the two men, the redhead instinctively touched her face, feeling the warm liquid running out between her fingers. Her stomach dropped as she realized how much there was, glancing down at her bloody palm. Her eye and jaw stung from where Paris had punched them in efforts to quell her resistances. Gulping back sobs, Violet bent her head away from Paris as his eyes slowly swiveled to her.

Listening to Maddox's threats, she was amazed at how protective he was over her. Still in shock, she didn't realize just how protective he was being, her world slowed down as her body remained paralyzed against the cold wall. Inwardly and outwardly exhaling when Paris left the room in a hurry, Violet slumped against the wall, one hand pulling up her bra strap, the one that had not been cut, and the other hovering over the slash across her cheek. The deep cut ran from an inch above her left her, a few centimeters out, and diagonally to the very bottom of her jaw. She wasn't sure if it would scar, but that was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment.

Trembling in fear and post shock, Violet jumped as Maddox approached her, eyes glistening with tears that cascaded down her face. Relaxing a bit as he gently handed her his shirt and ran his fingers through her hair as he tucked it behind her ear, Violet breathed deeply. She wrapped the shirt around her almost like a towel, her body still trembling and half paralyzed, too much to actually pull it on over her torso. Nodding at his reassurances, Violet let Maddox carefully and effortlessly pick her up, one arm going around his neck and the other still cupping her slashed cheek.

In most circumstances, the feisty redhead would have stood up for herself instead of let Maddox take care of things with Paris, but this was a different situation and fell under different circumstances. "Thank you," she whispered to Maddox, her face pressed against his bare, hard chest.

As he took her to his room, a safer haven than the room she had been kept in and very nearly raped in, Violet saw that they were going through a room the other men were in. Curiosity blanketed their faces as they looked on, Violet's long legs spilling out over Maddox's arms. Tucking her head in to Maddox's chest, she heard one of the men gasp as he saw the cut across her cheek, her fingers not able to hid the slash and blood. Her body still shook in fearful trembles, tears falling from her large eyes. Shielding her face from them, her hand tightened around Maddox's neck, not wanting the men to see her but knowing it wasn't possible for them not to.

His arms were tight around her as he led her through their home, if that's what you want to call it, and she nuzzled into him. As they came up to the entertainment room, a few of the men had already returned from completing their jobs, and were sitting around reading through the files for the millionth time. Maddox could feel Violet tense against him, whimpering and trying to sink into his grip further. Arms tightening around her reassuringly, he cooed silently for only her to hear, trying to calm her. Twisting his torso, he kept her as far out of the men's sight as he could, calling over his shoulder, "Until further notice, Paris is on lockdown. I want him watched, and I want to be informed of any movement. He is not to come into the general area near or in my room. Details later," of course he wouldn't give them all the dirty details, but he would give them the general idea. He knew Violet wouldn't want her experience to be public knowledge, and he would respect that. It wasn't a high maintenance demand anyways.

Obviously the girl was affected. This brave, fierce, passionate little redhead had been quivering and huddling against the wall, in the middle of a breakdown. She'd been whimpering, all bravery and passion fought out of her, leaving a weak and scared female in need of help. To him, she looked helpless and afraid, and it irked him deep in his soul. Why, he didn't know, but seeing her like that sparked emotions he'd fought to avoid his entire life.

Normally, he probably would have lingered on the thought that she was holding herself so close to him, but now, with her blood smeared on him as he thought, lust was the farthest thing from his mind. After an experience like that, as selfish as this may sound, all his chances of getting her to open up (both verbally and sensually) were a lost cause. According to psychology novels, sexually abused women feared sensual interactions, and he couldn't force himself onto her. He wasn't like that.

Using his foot to kick open his door, he carried the still trembling woman inside, inwardly begging for the whimpers to stop, and kicked it closed behind him. They hurt him; made him angry again, and made him want to beg for her fear to leave all at the same time.

Not caring about the dirt that was probably on her after two days in that room with no shower, he gently placed her on the bed in a sitting position, quiet the whole time. He was afraid if he said anything, it'd be the wrong thing. Instead, he remained quiet, fighting the emotions that were stampeding through his mind like a herd of mustangs, pounding and pounding with their ferocity. Silently, and still slowly, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it up around her, sheltering her in a cocoon behind her of sorts. He always felt safer when his back was enclosed. Walking quickly, Maddox locked his bedroom door; all four deadbolts, doorknob lock, and two chains. He was a well prepared man...it's not a bad thing, really. He pulled a long sleeve hoodie and a pair of his long cotton pajama bottoms out of the wood dresser by the closet entrance, resting them by her on the bed. Next, he pulled a large box out of the closet, knelt in front of Violet, and opened it. Inside were medicinal means for any injury you could think of; even material to make a cast for broken bones. Grabbing a water bottle off of his wood nightstand, he used the water in it to douse a cloth. Slowly, ever so slowly, he reached up his hand, trying to ignore how she jumped even when he tried to touch her. It send a pang of jealousy through him. One that he ignored of course.

The cloth gently touched her chin, where blood had already caked, and slowly made circles on her skin, trying to clean off the dripping blood. He'd let her clean the blood on her chest and such. Unless, of course, she'd just let him do it. Concentrating, he avoided eye contact, his lips pressed together as he worked his way up the cut. He didn't want to think right now; didn't want to feel.

Trying to let his gentle cooes calm her, Violet kept her head pressed into him as he swiftly carried her to his room. However the efforts were futile and she still shook like a tree in a thunder storm. As they left the main room, she heard whispers between the men, wondering what exactly had happened. She could feel their eyes on her, watching the two sweep through the room with Maddox's long strides.

She vaguely took in the hallways they walked through, then the room as they entered it. Even now a subconscious of her mind knew she might need it later, but for the most part she didn't let it fully register to her. She wasn't in the position to be planning escape routes in case of any circumstance, so she didn't. Her tan skin was covered in goose bumps, both from fear and the sudden draft winding through the room.

Ever so gently she was placed on the bed, her knees instantly rising to her chest. Nimble hands pulled the blanket closer as Maddox wrapped it around her, as if she was trying to disappear in the fluffy white comforter. Her eyes darted between Maddox and the door, not wanting him to leave or for anyone to come in. As she watched the buff man get a medical kit, she pulled his shirt on over her head, it falling loosely on her small shoulders. Knowing he was worried about her, she tried to refrain from flinching as he sat next to her and brought his hand to her face, but she couldn't quell it and jumped as he came near her.

Her eyes, now mostly green more than hazel, cast downward as she cried, shame, fear, and more clouding in her irises. Normally, her eyes were hazel, a mixture of brown and green. When she cried or was extremely angry, they turned a vivid dark green, the biggest tale tell sign of emotion. She watched her tears as they dripped onto the bed and onto Maddox's hands, wanting to say sorry even though it was such a minute thing.

Glancing at the clothes laid on the bed, she gave a wan but thankful smile. Before she would put them on, she wanted to douse herself in hot water and attempt to scrub Paris's touch off of her body. The near-breakdown Violet hissed inward through gritted teeth as Maddox wiped over the cut, the cloth rubbing against the slashed skin and stinging from the water. Her eyes clenched shut and she gripped the blanket, trying not to show too much pain. The cut was large, and it spiked not only physical but emotional pain as memories of what had happened just moments before flooded through her. A lock of her fell over her right eye, her knuckles turning white from her intense grip.

Large, hesitant eyes slowly opened and looked at the man before her as he waited for a second before continuing rubbing at the jagged slash. They were both silent until Violet closed her eyes again as he rubbed over the gash on her cheek, cursing under her breath. "Scheisse," she muttered in a foreign language, barely audible from her red lips. More salty driplets fell from her closed eyes and she tried not to shake under Maddox's gentle touch, her toes curling inward and her fingers gripping even tighter, as if that were possible.

((Scheisse = 'shit' in German :) ))

Maddox noticed that when he had turned his back, she'd taken advantage of the moment to pull on his t-shirt. It was large on her, hanging loosely, and making her appear even more feminine and petite. No matter how hard he had tried to fight it, a wave of possessiveness slammed into him when he saw her wearing it. He'd never had a woman wear his clothing before, and now knew why men loved it so much. Though, he wished it were different circumstances...like if he had just had sex with her, and she was still flushed from the earth shattering event. That would be an amazing time for her to be wearing his shirt. He'd probably end up jumping her though, his wave of possessiveness leading to lust, and it would end up right back on the floor.

Violet jerked violently when he touched that gash, and he was torn from his thoughts, ashamed for thinking about taking her at a time like this. What kind of man was he? She'd probably make a run for it if she found out that he was thinking about her...about her body clinging to him in desperation and passion, him sliding-Good god she was tempting him in even a time like this. Focus, Maddox, focus. He returned to cleaning the wound, holding back a smile at her German cuss. Wanting to avert her attention, he asked, "I didn't know you spoke German. How long have you known German?" If she did, that is.

Reaching into the bag, he grabbed a bunch of small flat clear looking bandaids. He knew she wouldn't let him give her stitches, and wasn't sure she even needed them, but just in case he'd use these. His touch was light as he nudged her chin towards her left side, tucking her hair behind her ear once more. What unruly, beautiful hair she had. And if it felt silky to his skin now, just imagine how silky that would feel after he allowed her to wash herself. Focus, Maddox, focus. Putting one end of the band-aid underneath her gash, he lifted, pushing the two sides of skin together, and sticking the other end on the skin on the other side. This would ensure that the wound didn't leave a wide scar if it did indeed scar. If it did, this would ensure it was thin. And if it did, Paris would lose his testicles to Maddox's knife. Repeating the steps all along the gash, he tried to be gentle, her flinching making it hard. He kept messing up, because he'd pull, and she shake, making it uneven.

Looking into her green eyes-weren't they hazel earlier?-he spoke softly, "I'm going to have to hold your head in place. I know it hurts, but I have to hold you still, or these won't go on right."

When she didn't protest, he lifted up his free hand, allowing it to slide slowly into her hair. His hand covered her head from midway in her hair almost all the way down her cheek. The sight caused his stomach to tighten in pride, and pure manly possessiveness once more. His hand was gentle on her head, but his forearm tensed as he held her in place, not allowing her to jerk when he put on the bands.


Between each one, he allowed his eyes to wander, roving, studying. She was a tough girl, that's for sure. Yes, she was shaking and showed definite signs of pain, but most women would be screaming right now. Violet's only noises were small sniffles from her crying-Gods, those tears made his gut wrench-and her occasional colorful word or phrase. Physically, her pain showed more. Her eyes clenched shut with each band, her fingers gripping into his comforter. Seeing her hands grip like that caused a tight sensation in his groin, a hunger growing in him. He'd seen her hands gripped like that before, but in his mind. He'd imagined her gripping at his comforter, desperate for control as he sent her hurtling over the edge of desire, not able to help her screams and-Focus, Maddox! You'll scare her if she sees that hunger in your eyes! This time, it was his eyes that dropped, but his was shame. Pure, and utter shame. Here he had a woman visibly shaking and frightened from nearly being raped, getting her heals patched up, and all he could think about was bedding her? No wonder she thought he was a pig..

Biting her lower lip, Violet refrained from flinching as he continued cleaning the wound, her eyes staring at a space just above Maddox's left shoulder, trying to be tough like her dad had taught her. At his question, she looked back at him, peering speculatively. What was he thinking of? Why had he gotten so protective over her? Most typical kidnappers wouldn't tend to her like this, would they?

Clearing her throat, the redhead debated what to say. Originally, she was from Germany. Her family had moved to America when she was only about five, but they changed their last names and kept it a secret. From a young age she'd been told of the family's secrets, especially since her mother died.

While they lived in Germany, Violet's father was the boss of a major German mafia, using his German restaurant to give him the friendly cover up. Things began to get rough, the police got involved, and rival mafias began fighting. Violet's father moved them to America before it was too late, having already lost most of his gangsters. They changed their last name and blended in with the rest of America, learning to cover up their accents.

However, Violet knew that that wouldn't be on the file Maddox had. It would probably say she was from a populated town in North Carolina. The female knew not to give away her past, her father had taught her that from little on.

Focusing back on Maddox, she cleared her throat again. "First language I learned," she explained simply, and it wasn't a lie. It just didn't reveal the whole truth. She was fine with that, and hoped Maddox wouldn't press on. She tilted her head a bit to let Maddox get a better view and aim on the gash, biting her lip again to keep from making any noise. The band aids pulled at her skin as the male in front of her messed up, mostly due to her quivering. "Okay," she said, barely audible as she let him put his hand in her hair and down the side of her face.

Unintentionally, Violet's cheek sunk into his hand, feeling it's warmth spread over her. His touch was gentle, as if he were picking up a small child or baby. Her eyes clenched again and she used all her will power to keep from jerking, not wanting to make it harder on him. As he paused for a second, she peeked open and saw his eyes drop in.. shame? Why?

Her brow furrowed in a confused manner as she weighed out possibilities in her head. He had to have been thinking something that would make him feel bad. Was it about her? Had to be. Was he wishing it had been him who had that sudden kiss with her? Of course, things would have ended different if it was him. No- they wouldn't have. She wouldn't have let him do anything. Right? Wrong. She tried to convince herself that she wouldn't let him get to her, but the touch of his fingers and the thought of a sudden, passionate embrace told her otherwise.

Her eyes briefly landed on his still bare chest. Was he keeping himself shirtless on purpose, to tempt her? No, of course not. He had given her his shirt because she needed, because she wouldn't want to be carried out topless in front of the men. Then again, she did enjoy the view. She was still shaken from nearly being raped by that filth of a man Maddox had sent scurrying away, but her not-so-innocent thoughts had a way of creeping up on her as the muscular man patched her up.

"Done?" She asked as she felt him put a band aid on at the very top of the slash. His gray eyes stared into hers, seemingly looking right into her. she kept her eyes just to the left of him so she wouldn't be tempted to take in his bare chest or tensed muscles. Geezuz Violet, get it together, she scolded herself.

Snapping his gaze back to hers, he held back a frown. He had caught onto her comment about German being her first language, and had been planning on asking about that, but she'd cut him short with her own question. Didn't matter; he'd find out later. Mental check note; ask about Germany, and her history with it. She'd obviously had more information he did not have in his files. Something to do with Germany, because it was her main language. But she was from North Carolina...Did she have family in Germany he didn't know about? Was a nanny German? Her mother? There was a link between her and Germany he was surely missing...and he would get it eventually. For now, he'd let her think she was winning. He'd give her whatever she pleased, and ask for nothing back...yet.

Surely it wasn't desire he was seeing in her eyes...surely not. But when he looked up at her, allowing that small window of gazing, he noticed that feminine glint. You know, the one a woman got when she was waiting on her man to take her, waiting and craving him to hold her close, to blanket her body with his, and to show her through the gates of heaven. But she'd nearly been raped. Women who just went through something like that didn't crave such things. They flinched from any touch, and dreaded the thought of a man thinking about them like that, didn't they? Though, it couldn't be ignored that quite a couple times now her sultry eyes had fallen to his chest, the heartbeat in her throat quickening. Did she desire him in return? If he made a move, was there a chance she wouldn't freak out on him? He couldn't be sure, though, and if he made a wrong move she'd shut down and he would never have her trust...But she had been leaning into his damn hand. That wasn't something a woman afraid of contact would do. That's something a woman that craved contact would do. Perhaps it wasn't just contact. Did she crave a gentle touch? Someone to make her feel adored and protected? That would seem plausible...she could just need some tender loving care, as some of his men would call it.


"Almost," the word came out a gruff response, his voice like sandpaper. Clearing his throat, he reached into the bag and pulled out the final bandages. These were a tan color, and larger. Smoothing her hair away with his thumb, he took the back off of the bandages with his teeth, and gently smoothed them onto the side of her face. There. The finishing touch. Those would just ensure nothing got onto the cut as it was healing, while the other bandages ensured minimal scarring. He'd done this routine before, on himself, many a times. Well, that was when he was younger and still learning. He didn't get injured often now.

His fingers gently swept over the bandages one more time, ensuring there were no air bubbles to let in bacteria. None. He'd done great. He almost smiled with pride and relief; it'd been so embarrassing when he had messed up with the smaller bands. Still, it wouldn't hurt to double check, right? Well, that's what he'd tell himself at least. Using that excuse, Maddox reached up once more. His fingers started at her hairline, his eyes glued on the movements of his hand, searing the image into his mind. His fingers tingled, his eyelids blinking as he focused on memorizing the feel of her, even if it was minimal. Her skin was velvet gold under his touch, beckoning him, begging him indulge more. It was a beautiful contrast to him as his fingers glided slowly down her cheek. His thumb reached out as he made his way down her cheek, the tip brushing against the bottom of her lips. Gods, the silkiness. Biting back a groan, his thumb circled her chin, tracing back up along her jawline. Only now, his gaze couldn't be torn from those plumped lips. They were still red and swollen from kissing Paris, the realization rousing a growl from deep in his throat, pure desire and possessiveness. Those lips should be swollen from his kisses, not that bastards. He wanted to cover the other man's lingering proof, and wanted to replace it with his own. Wanted to nibble on that bottom lip, and kiss away the sting. Wanted himself to be the man she thought of when her fingers traced over that swollen lip, rousing a moan from her delectable mouth. His own tongue darted across his lips, suddenly dry with his thirst for her. Would she taste as sweet as she smelled?

Not even realizing it, the hand in her hair tensed, curling into her hair more, and nudging. He craved those lips. Wanted to claim those lips. Would she hit him? He'd take whatever she could dish, and willingly stop unless she asked for more. Would she hate him? The kiss would be worth her glares. Would she get scared? He'd comfort her, give her space. Or would she beg for more? Damn, he would give her all she would take. None of the options mattered; just finding out what that pink mouth would taste like. He couldn't do this; shouldn't do this...But even as his lips inched towards hers, his rationality fighting for control again, he hoped to the gods she would close the rest of that god-forsaken space. That she'd take him in, and crave more. His lips were just a breath away now. So bad did he want to mesh his lips against hers; to claim and to mark, but he waited, his muscles tight over his bones. If she desired him in return, she'd close that space.

Nodding, Violet tilted her head back a bit more so Maddox could apply the final bandages, these ones not hurting like the others did. They were tan, close the color of her skin, though her skin was a bit more golden. She knew he wasn't running his hand through her hair and down her face to make sure the bandages were secure, but she didn't stop him.

His touch was gentle, feather light and taunting on her skin. It raised slight goose bumps on her arm, and her eyelids fluttered. His thumb ever so gently brushed by her bottom lip, making her part them and let out a soft, feminine sigh. She watched his tongue swipe across his lips as his eyes stayed steady on her own, watching them part as she breathed in.

She couldn't let herself do this, not so soon. She'd only known him a couple days, and she had almost been raped. Then again... what if he was gentle? She thought she could handle that. The thought frazzled her a bit, thinking of how she would lose her virginity to him. That was what had scared her most when Paris almost raped her; she was still... pure, so to speak. She didn't want that taken from her so harshly, so selfishly.

In her mind she began telling herself she couldn't be with Maddox like this, not after kidnapping her and not after she had almost been raped. However her torso leaned forwards toward him, returning the closing of space between them. Her eyes ran over his face, looking into his eyes for a brief moment. She could see the desire burning in his eyes like a raging fire, but she noticed he waited for her to seal the deal between them, and that little thought reassured her.

Inching forward, Violet glanced from Maddox's eyes to his lips, now only a centimeter apart from her own. Her breathing became heavier, her heart racing in her chest as it pounded furiously. Slowly, she brought her head to his, feeling their noses slightly brush against each other. Her eyes closed and she gulped.

Hesitantly, Violet laid her lips on his own, first slowly kissing his bottom lip. Her lips parted slightly, a little more sure of herself, and her tongue darted over his bottom lip, teasing and playful. She had closed the gap of space between them, and her body ached in her want, no- need, for him. Bringing her body closer to his, feeling her breasts push against his stone chest, Violet raised a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him against her as she kissed him.

Maddox nearly shouted in joy against her mouth when she'd finally closed the distance. Her face had shown hesitation, but in her eyes he could see that feminine need; the want, the desire, and the wanton thoughts swirling. Her hazel gaze darted between his lips and his eyes, the constant shift of focus adorably sultry. She seemed so...innocent yet sensuous all at the same time, and overall amazing. He couldn't fight the tightening in his groin any longer. Couldn't hold back his thoughts. Once he knew she returned the desire his mind and body was going crazy with it's passion, taking over, all rationality a thing of the past.

Her tongue darted against his bottom lip, giving him a dip of the sweet taste of heaven. Desperate for more, his tongue pushed into her mouth, sliding against hers greedily yet gently. He definitely didn't want to scare her, but it was so damn hard to control himself. Even right now his hands were craving the weight of her breasts in them, his mouth craving the provocative taste of her, his eyes craving the earth shattering sight of her body nix the clothing, and everything craving the final plunge into her. Right now he could only imagine the delicacy of her sheath hot around him, and he would do anything for that sensation.

As their tongues slid together in an erotic dance, claiming each other's taste, she pulled at him needily. A small chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as she pulled at him, and he didn't hesitate to heed to her demand. Coming up from his knees, which luckily allowed him to deepen their passionate kiss, he slid along the length of her, hard steel against delicate velvet. His hands left her hair, pushing down the comforter as his the sinew of his chest urged her down onto her back. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, tilting her for deeper contact, his kiss becoming a dangerous game of seduction. The other was resting against her left hip, his own hips between her thighs. His fingers traced the outline of her side, placing feather light kisses with his fingertips all the way up her side, brushing against the bottom of her breast.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be allowing this luxury with her. He'd kidnapped her, his friend almost raped her, and now he was only doing the same as the other men would; sleeping with her. No, he wasn't sleeping with her. He wouldn't go all the way. Yes, then it wouldn't be as bad, right? She couldn't look back on this with regret? There'd be no reason to if they didn't have sex...Her hips pressed up against his own, causing her to slide the length of him and he groan in the sensation, his hips maneuvering with hers. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if they had sex...she obviously wanted it.

Breaking off the kiss, nibbling on her lip, pulling it slightly as he moved away, his chest breaking contact, he looked down at her. Her red hair fell in a wild array around her head. Her lips were swollen, red, and glistening from his kiss, her eyes were half mast, giving in to the pleasure and sensations. His hands grabbed at the bottom of the shirt hem; his shirt hem. With the wave of possessiveness that surged through him at the sight, he began to push the shirt up, his eyes feasting on the skin that was being revealed; that oh so delicious skin. Would it taste as sweet as her tongue? He had to know...he was leaning down towards her, looking up at Violet's face, eager to gauge her reactions. As his gaze locked with hers, he placed a soft kiss just above her navel, the thumb on her free hand drawing circles on her bicep. As his lips pressed against her skin, she arched into it, his hips following hers needily, greedily. Her face was painted with the picture of pleasure, her lips parted with a feminine breathy moan, but there was another expression hidden behind those irises...She seemed almost nervous. As her hands gripped at his shoulders, he began to notice little body signs he hadn't picked up on. Her stomach muscles were quivering under him, her legs shaky slightly, her fingers gripping roughly. Something was wrong...a thought creeping in his mind. A memory..

In his sudden burst of rationality he yanked away from her. With the quick movement, Maddox stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet, and slamming to the floor. His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, unable to blanket his emotions right now. What was he doing? As she jerked into a sitting position, following him, he stared up at her frayed appearance. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't do this...shouldn't do this...Had been trained never to do such a thing. He never kissed a woman he knew more than a few hours...He'd even lost his virginity to a prostitute for gods sake! The very details he'd picked up on from her? Exactly how he'd been that first time… "Are you…" he swallowed a choked sound, "a vir-" he choked on the word again, breaking into a coughing fit. He couldn’t say it...was afraid of the answer. Afraid of how he would feel...What he would want..the possessiveness, the tenderness. This was all too much for him.

His touch sent jolts through Violet's skin as they kissed, pulling against each other. Laying on her back, she pulled him cloer to her. Moaning ever so slightly as he slid along her, his hard but gentle touch makng her quiver. One hand rested on the back of his head, tangled in his locks of dark hair. The other was slung over his shoulder, resting gently on his shoulder blade.

She felt his thumb on her hip bone, lightly rubbing over her tattoo. His body fit perfectly against hers, even though it was much larger than her own petite one. Her body sank into the comforter and the bed, her eyes slowly opening and gazing at him, roving over his features.

For a second she thoguht she saw hesitation, the same she had expressed before kissing him. Brow furrowed slightly, she peered at him, trying to process the thought in her mind. Was he nervous for her? For what he was doing? Unsure, the thought left her mind as they kissed again, hunger evident as their tongues danced like flames in a fire.

Another moan escaped her plump lips as he pulled away from the kiss, feeling him bite her bottom lip as he tugged away. Her head craned backwards in pleasure, drawing in a shaky, passion filled breath. Glancing back at him she half smiled, watching him stare at her hair, her lips, her face. She returned to the stare, lips still parted from their wild kiss. She shivered slightly when he pushed up her shirt, feeling the cold air sweep around her now exposed torso. As he leaned down to her navel, she tugged the shirt over her head, discarding it on the floor. Her head pulled back again as he laid her lips on her navel, eyes just meeting his from underneath her dark eyelashes. Gasping lightly, her hips and body arched into him, making her pull her head up a bit. Her long locks flowed over the white pillow, fire against a picture of innocence.

Just as soon as the pleasure arrived, so did the mixed thoughs. Did she really want to go through with this, with her kidnapper? It was wrong, wasn't it? Terribly so. But did she really mind that much, actually really mind it? She guessed a part of her subconscious did, but she didn't want to be thinking about it. They were in the heat of the moment, and it would be so easy to forget her worries. She hoped...

Just when the hesitant thoughts dawned on her, Maddox seemed to have similar ones and yanked up from her. She could still feel his warm lips above her navel, pressing against her warm torso. Sitting up, the blanket suddenly rising and falling around her, her chest heaved in passion. She seemed shocked that he had picked up so fast on her bhvaior. Had she made it that obvious, had she really been that nervous?

Glancing down, she seemed almost embarrassed of the question, tucking her frenzied hair behind her ear. "A virgin?... Yeah," she said quietly, finally looking back up to him. "Embarrassing, huh?" She asked and laughed lightly, shaking her head head at the statement. Passion still clouded her eyes. She edged closer to him, balancing on the side of the bed. She looked down at him with need filled eyes. Violet tried to convey that she still wanted him, needed him more like it, but she was unsure of how he would respond.

{{Sorry if it's iffy. lol. Wrote in in the car LATE at night after a tiring day. Wasn't in the best mind}}

A virgin. He'd nearly taken her virginity. A woman he kidnapped. A woman he was playing this dangerous game of cat and mouse with. The thought of her being a virgin hadn't even crossed his mind. With her age, while it wasn't too much, but still old enough, and her position of power, all mixed with how seductive her body features were...he'd never considered that she'd be pure. That she'd be untouched like this. Her kiss didn't give any clue to her innocence. She'd kissed as passionately as he'd seen any skilled woman do. Though, he didn't kiss his women as passionately as he did her. He actually didn't prefer to kiss. It was so intimate...but, if the woman wanted a kiss, then he'd kiss her. The one thing he'd never done? Taken a woman in a position he could see her face. He liked his sex distanced, unattached. He'd had a woman beg him to take her against the wall, holding her up, chest to chest. He'd done all kinds of taboo deeds with women, but that was never something he'd do...Not only had he kissed Violet with all abandon, but he was rubbing against her from the front...another thing he had never done. This woman was dangerous. He was constantly messing up around her, and forgetting his own rules.

She didn't seem to be bothered by it, though. Violet was even scooted up on the edge of the bed, her face painted with desire and need, pure wanton need. And oh, man, did he want to fulfill those needs….The shirt had been removed from her at some point, when he couldn't remember, and the blanket had fallen from around her. This left her in her shorts and underwear only, her breasts freed and reaching for him in desperation. Her nipples had hardened from the cold, and were beautiful, as if they were made for his mouth, his hands. Eager, he licked his lips, already imagining the taste of her. A taste he couldn't indulge..wouldn't indulge. Yes, he'd done that before, but she was different. He had never done such a thing with women he hadn't literally just met an hour or so before. Usually even less...he'd known this woman longer than she even knew. He'd watched her before he kidnapped her; studied her, admired her, and yes, desired her. Therefore, she definitely broke his stranger sex policy...Plus, he'd never taken a virgin before. All the women he'd been with were skilled and experienced. The only way to understand how to go about it was what he'd experience himself. Though, there was one major flaw in that. He did not have the same genitals. Sex wasn't painful for him the first time; it would be for her. Would she last longer than a virgin male? Would she be one of the women that it hurt enough to cry, or one that didn't hurt at all? Or in between? Had she ever been touched at all there? Even by herself? She might not even know what she likes for heaven's sake!

She was definitely more embarrassed about her virginity than he had been, though. He had been nervous, god awful nervous, and had even felt like crying at one point. He'd been way too young to lose his virginity, but as his mother said 'your virginity is something that can be used against you. This is good for you', and that'd been all the encouragement he'd needed. He'd do anything to please his mother, and despised weaknesses. But he'd been so scared when it happened...No, he wouldn't think of that. Not now. Why had that even come up in the first place? Oh, yeah, he was trying to sympathize with how she was feeling.

"You have no reason to be embarrassed. We're all virgins at one point, and have to lose it eventually. I was not," he hesitated, afraid to move any closer to her. Yes, goddamn afraid! He was in dangerous territory here...Was that…? Yup..once again her lacy underwear was in clear view. Her shorts were bunched up around her groin, her long and lithe thighs clearly viewable. The soft fabric of her underwear was completely open for his viewing. At the sight he quickly jerked his head away, his eyes clenching shut. If he couldn't see he couldn't be tempted. Yes, that would work. Just keep the eyes closed! "I wasn't implying it was a bad thing...I was only surprised. Not bad, though, for you." He cleared his throat, "How, um...how far exactly have you gone?" He had to know where his limits were...

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Violet watched him closely, how his jugular throbbed as he looked at her, how his eyes roamed her bare chest. She gingerly wrapped the comforter around her torso, straightening her back and brushing her crimson locks from off of her shoulder. The blanket went around her like a towel, her long arms and tan shoulders still visible. The comforter outlined her small body, the color of innocence setting off her blood colored hair and sun kissed skin.

Was this a mistake? She nearly lost her virginity to her kidnapper, for God's sake. The redhead swallowed, contemplating what to do. She wanted him, she knew that. It was evident to them both. But... was it wrong? She'd only known him a few days, and even though no one would know if it did happen, at least she hoped no one would know, she didn't want to be thought of as a whore.

Her head popped back up as she heard him speak. He wouldn't look at her, keeping his eyes shut and turning his head from her. "Oh... Well, thanks I guess," she said softly, her voice a bit raspy from the sudden passion. She laughed a bit and debated how to answer his next question. She had... touched herself, of course, but had never allowed a man there. She couldn't let the men in her Colony think they could take advantage of her.

Leaning forward, Violet gently grabbed Maddox's hands. She slowly moved her head to let the red locks which had fallen over her shoulder go back behind her back. Gingerly she laid his big hands over her breasts through the comforter, feeling his touch even though the blanket blocked skin contact. "This, with a man." She said and blinked, her eyes having returned to their hazel color.

"I've... been with myself, you could say. But... I'm a bit small, if you know what I mean," she explained, nervous of her statement. A bit small may have been an understatement, she was so tight she could barely wear a tampon. "Look, if you want to stop, tell me," she said and pushed out her chest a bit, pushing Maddox's hands tihter against her before she dropeed her hands to support her on the bed. Did she still want to continue?

Maddox hissed in a breath as Violet pressed his hands into her breasts. The comforter was, unfortunately, standing in his way of truly feeling her. With a harder push against his hands, she released and held herself up on the bed. She was practically begging him, her chest pushed out further than normal. To think, just a few minutes ago that small body was undulating underneath his own. What a tantalizing creature she was...and she probably didn't even know it. If she had, she would have lost her virginity already. His hands didn't pull away, but didn't shove the comforter away either. Mostly, the lack of movement was in his fear of what he would do if he allowed his muscles to move. They were just where he needed them; tense and steady. His gaze was darting between her eyes, those red lips, and his hands. He couldn't...he shouldn't...but maybe just a little...Wait! Realization struck and his eyes widened, once again, his seemingly infallible control over emotion forgotten in the presence of this woman.

"This is how far you've gone? A man has only touched your chest?" Behind his eyes gears were reeling in his mind. Who was the bastard that felt her? How has a woman like herself gone untouched all of these years? How was she so pure? Ever since the outbreak, fear had been so great that the social trend wasn't to hold out like that. You'd never know how long you had left to live, so people have a tendency now to live in the sensations. Was she lying? No, her pulse in her neck was steady-That is, for the desire that was pulsing through her right now. He didn't detect a lie coming from her. It was all truth...Truth that made him feel like a disgusting, perverted, twisted freak of nature. She was braver than he'd ever been. Perhaps even more of a warrior than himself. She knew what she wanted, and she followed through with it.

"That," Maddox hesitated, frowning, "That surprises me. I...I wasn't expecting it.."

He looked up into her irises, watching the swirling colors and the large void of her pupils. Oh yes, she desired all right. Her pupils were huge right now. Then again, wasn't it easy to excite a virgin like that? It'd definitely be interesting to see the difference of being with a virgin. She herself wouldn't know what she wanted so it would be pretty much free reign for the man. Though, as he looked into his eyes he knew his curiosity couldn't and wouldn't be heeded. He saw so much innocence and virginal hesitation swirling behind that half mast gaze.

"Violet, I," he frowned again, realizing his hands were still cupping her chest. Slowly, his frown deepening, he pulled his hands free. Now, they rested on her mid-thighs, afraid to inch closer but dreading the thought of breaking contact. "We can't have sex. If you've only been with yourself, your body barely knows what it wants yet. It's still learning it's cravings and boundaries. And if you're tight," Dear heavens just the thought made him grit his teeth to keep control, "I'm definitely not a good match. You need a..." How should he phrase this, "A man who isn't well endowed?"

Gods he didn't expect talking about his sex life to be this embarrassing, "I don’t want to stop, but we need to. I'm not a virgin..I'm not nearly as pure as you are. I've been with plenty and I," he looked away, for the first time in his life too afraid to look someone in the eyes, "You shouldn't trust yourself with me sexually. I'll only ruin you. You want your first to be special; not with someone like me. You need someone more…" he hesitated as he thought for a word, "pure? Gentle?" He'd never had gentle sex before...saw it as a weakness. He'd always craved it, though. To hold his lover as she lay beneath him, look deep into her eyes, caress her, and make love like normal people. Like people in love. Not the cold distant sex he'd always known. Oh how he craved to taste just a tidbit of it...with eye contact.


He knew he was babbling..but what did she expect after shoving his hands against her breasts and filling his mind with images of her being with herself? She thought a man could function properly with ideas like that swirling through him??

Violet's tongue darted over her lips as she felt his hands on her covered breasts. She was thinking about him and her, pushed together by passion and need. His statement barely registered with her, and she had to take a moment to process it in her mind.

"There's not a lot of time for things like... that, this in my father's Colony," she said with a grimace. It was true, he surely wasn't a sex Nazi, but for the President's daughter, he wouldn't let her have near enough freedom for that. Sure, he trusted her, but someone was almost always watching her. She even had a personal body guard, but he respected her and at times would let her roam alone, giving her space her father would other wise not allow.

"I don't give off the whole, saint, innocent virgin vibe do I," Violet said, not surprised at his own shock. She was harden, and she knew how to use her looks to get what she wanted, but she rarely ever did it. Only on an occasion where it was absolutely dire. She learned to not let people in, to not let people feel something so personal of her. As she caught him saying her name, her whole body broke out in tiny electric shocks. It was so light, so intimate how he said it. How his tongue rolled on her name and how his eyes peered at her.

Sighing, she listened to him talk and watched his hands go down to her thighs. His touch was gentle, light, like feathers. She smiled softly as he talked, amazed at how sweet and understanding, even caring he could be. "You're right," the redhead spoke softly, letting a lock of hair fall in her face. She brushed it behind her ear and leaned forward, chewing on her bottom lip. A lithe smile still tugged up the corners of her lips. Why was he being so... nice to her? So tender? It was a side of him she hadn't yet seen and it amazed her. She thought about his words for a second. He seemed to be ashamed of his past, damaged from it even. He had probably lost his virginity early on, and she wondered why. He didn't seem too much older than her, so did it have something to do with his family? She figured she'd think about it later, not when she seemed so flushed by his careful words.

"You know, I think you're too hard on yourself," her words were caring and she laughed lightly. As he looked away, she gently grabbed the bottom of his chin and turned his head back to her. Her hazel eyes blinked at him curiously and she breathed in gently.

"That was really sweet Maddox," Violet whispered to him and grinned. She gingerly pulled his face closer to hers, leaning in to him. Her lips touched his, puckering and kissing him softly. This time she was soft, but not too light. She smiled as she kissed him, gingerly letting her tongue dance with his.

She still wanted him? After he told her that he would only ruin her? Did she want to be ruined? She didn't know what she wanted...Her body was telling her she wanted him, and she was listening to that. Violet wasn't it her right mind...it was filled with lust and wants. Could he fight back, though? Gods, no. He'd never had a woman's touch so gentle, so caring. Never had a woman cupped his face like that, fingers gently brushing against his skin. Never had a woman kissed him so gently, so innocently, and so deliciously. He couldn't help himself, he was so caught up in this new sensation. Is this what she felt like? So many new sensations she couldn't help but want more? Someone had to be the rational one here, though...Someone had to stop this. But then her tongue softly eased against his, and he nearly roared with the need it sparked in him. Need he wasn't used to. Need that scared him. Need that urged him on while screaming for him to stop.

In a surge of need, he raised from the floor, his tongue making love to hers. His hands shoved the comforter from her, revealing the small body he was failing at trying to resist. His arms banded around her, yanking her up against him as he simultaneously moved them farther up the mattress. He needed this, wanted this. Eager to hear her breathy sighs once more his mouth left hers, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw before settling on her neck. There, his mouth tasted, and man did she taste as heavenly as he imagined. She could give him everything he'd wanted in a woman. She was fierce, a warrior at heart, but could be a gentle and passionate lover. Just the thought had him moving against her, desperate for her pleasure. She willingly took whatever he gave, and begged for more, her legs tucked up and against his sides. He wanted this. He needed this...He-Violet's fingers made their way down his chest and grabbed at his belt. Her hands were shaking less now, but still trembling as she struggled with the material.

With a burst of rationality-again god damnit-he latched onto her wrists, one of his hands banding around both of her small wrists, "Violet," the word came out a husky growl, a whispered prayer in his weakness. "No." The word was gritted out, forced past his now clenched jaw, lathered with pain and desperation. If he didn't come up with something good, she'd never let him stop. Desperate his mind reeled, trying and trying to find an excuse not to do this that wouldn't seem too soft, and one that she would actually listen to. Apparently ruining her, being too big for her, and being too cold wasn't enough to stop her. Perhaps if she didn't think he was going to stop her? Yes, good plan. Well, the best he could come up with in this state of mind.

Releasing her wrists, his hands pressed into the sheets beside her head, allowing him to look at her just a little bit longer. If this was going to be the last of exploring her body, he'd get the best out of it. He'd hesitate just a little longer, and use that to soak up the sultry look of her beneath him. "Not like this. You can't lose your innocence like this. Later. Somewhere else. More," more what? "More palatial. My room isn't somewhere anyone would want to lose their virginity. And I don't want my men around," he could hear them each time they walked somewhere in the house, "Somewhere else, some other time, I will give you whatever you want. If that is taking you, then I will. Not now. I can't right now. I need," he paused, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering in the silky locks before pulling away, "I need time. We need time. This is too much to comprehend right now. Too new," gods now he sounded like a damn virgin!

Grudgingly, her pulled from the bed, his hands desperately sliding down the length of her body as he did so, as if his mind wanted separation but his body was crying out for more contact. Well, shut up body. You don't know what's right. The only thing you're worrying about is how soon you can take her, claiming her. Well, rationality was welcome any time. Gods, Violet has such a talent for sweeping away all of his rationality..


"My shower is right through that door," he pointed to his bathroom, "There are no feminine products, so you'll have to settle with what I have. We don't, uh...We aren't used to having females here, so I don't have any feminine stuff. I have body wash, two in one shampoo and conditioner, and a soap bar. I do have a razor. If you'll be needing that it's on the counter." Did she shave down...his eyes dropped to her shorts for a second, but quickly jerked back up. "Towels are in the closet to the right of the sink. They're all big…" Did he miss anything? Oh, yeah...that, "The shower is, um…" his fingers tunneled through his hair, "The shower is completely open, so privacy isn't something you will get." He hoped she wouldn't throw a fit..The men had once told him his shower was a lady catcher, so he didn't think she would mind. It was large, with no doors. You simply walked into this higher area of the room, almost like a separate room, and there was a large shower head built into the cieling, almost hidden, in the center of the shower's ceiling . It was like standing under a small waterfall. Though, that's not to say Maddox went all out on it, because he didn't. It was still pretty simple. He just wanted to avoid blind spots, and not have to worry with always hitting something on the damn wall (which is why it's more spacious). Spacious and simple. Perfect, in his mind. Though, would she want something fancier? Didn't women like more palatial rooms?

Her kiss had only meant to be to thank him, to show him that she had taken his words into consideration. But suddenly he was on her, pushing against her. She tried to fight back at first, but gave in. Why was she so damn horny? Was it him, her lack of having been with a man even for a tiny bit of intimacy?

Her fingers fumbled with his belt, moaning as he kissed her neck. It was a sensitive spot for her, and his teasing lips made her want more and more. Suddenly his hand grabbed her petite wrists, wrapping around them with us. Her body tensed a bit, not sure of what he was doing. Still laying, she watched him closely, chest heaving. As he released her wrists, her arms crossed over her bare chest, shielding her breasts.

"Look. I didn't mean for it to go that far. Was just trying to say thanks," she tried to explain. "I don't even know if I'm ready to lose my virginity," she admitted with a sigh, eyes clouded with frustration and confusion. She wasn't liking the mixed feelings rumbling in her mind, they made her judgment cloud and train of thought fog over.

"I'm sorry, I'm not myself I guess," she apologized and cast her eyes at the ground, feeling his fingers brush back another silky lock of hair. She let herself be pulled from the bed, biting her lip as his hands briefly ran down the length of her body. Her arms still covered her breasts, her mind running wild.

She wrapped the comforter around her, walking to the doorway of the bathroom, the comforter flowing behind her like a long white dress. Violet glanced back at her kidnapper listening to him talk about the bathroom. "S'fine, I can make do," she said teasingly and nodded at him, dropping the blanket as she padded into the bathroom.

Shutting the door, the redhead pulled off her dark denim shorts and pink lace underwear. Gliding to the shower, she turned on the water to a boiling temperature, the heat not bothering her. Stepping in to the shower, she hissed at the hot water but welcomed it, letting it wash away all of her thoughts. Running the razor under the stream of water, she quickly and experted glided it under her arms, over her legs, and even down there.

Next she washed her body thoroughly, scrubbing with her hands until her skin turned a light pink. She put the two in one hair wash in her hair, making it fluffy and bubbly. Rinsing it out, she repeated the process, making sure to really clean and massage her hair. Of course, she didn't mind getting rough and dirty, but when it came to hygiene, she was especially critical.

Using her left hand to turn the knob of the shower to the opposite end, the cold water made her skin jump and crawl. She let it run over her, especially over her hair to make it shiny and soft. The icy jets of H20 made her shiver but woke up her senses and revitalized her mind.

After the cold wash, Violet stopped the water, wringing her long, thick hair out. Shaking off bits of water, she took two fragile steps to the cabinet, pulling out a plush dark teal towel and wrapping it around her. Stepping in front of the mirror, Violet used her hand to clear some of the steam from the mirror, staring at her reflection in the patch of glass. Sighing exasperatedly, she glanced about and frowned when she saw she hadn't brought the clothes in with her. Making sure the towel was secure, she opened the door and peeked her head out, one long leg holding it propped open.

"Maddox!" She hissed loudly, keeping her body hidden behind the door. "Maddox! I forgot the clothes you lent me out there!" Biting her lip, she wondered if he was even in the room, and hoped one of the other males wasn't.

Maddox's teeth were nearly grinding together as he was forcing himself to pay attention. He never had to force himself to pay attention. He was always on task. Then one woman comes along, his arch nemesis's daughter to be exact, and what happens? He's like a damn virgin teenage boy horny as hell with only sex on his mind. But, could you blame him? He'd seen the woman half naked, and only fifteen minutes or so ago she had been writhing against him, pleasure the only goal. And hell, he hadn't fought very hard. A brush of her lips and he had no control, completely lost to her. Why is it every time he neared her he couldn't pay attention? Couldn't think clearly? And worst of all, had countless weaknesses he normally didn't have?

Maybe he should get her a male prostitute. She could lose her virginity to one like he had. It wasn't too bad. He turned all right, didn't he? It got out of the way, and was no longer a weakness. Then, sex was something you'd be open about. Would she agree to that?...He inwardly scoffed as he actually considered that. Yeah, right. Like she'd do that. From the look in her eyes it was him she wanted taking that first plunge into her innocence, not a damn prostitute. But could he trust himself, or her, to do that? It'd break so many of his rules it was a sin. What if he just indulged that one time, though? No, because then it'd become a habit, and she'd want more, and it would be harder for him to resist after having a taste of what he could have. He could always take her from behind...that'd narrow out one rule. No, because there were a million others he'd still be breaking. Besides, who wants to lose their virginity like that?

She obviously didn't give off the innocent vibe, though, or he would've known. Usually just when he kissed a woman he could decide whether she was a virgin, and had done it many times to avoid complications with women he had just met. But Violet? He didn't catch on a single hint. Even when they'd been attempting to seduce each other (practically) in her cell, he didn't think she was a virgin. She seemed to expert at it to be a virgin, and her irises didn't have innocence, only coy seduction.

"Earth to Maddox," Peyton was calling to him, waving his hand in the air.

Frowning, Maddox focused on the men in front of him. He was down the hall from his room, to the right, down the stairs, and leaning against the staircase. His men, besides Paris, were all in the hallway with him, their voices lower now that their kidnapee wasn't in her cell. None of them appreciated that Maddox had just declared she would be staying in his room, but none of them spoke out against him.

"What?" Maddox's voice was husky, still filled with the images of Violet underneath him, the pure essence of sultry innocence.

"I was attempting to brief you, and you just zoned out. You never zone out. Is she messing with your head dude?" Peyton again, his eyebrows weaving together in confusion and concern.

"Of course not," okay he didn't mean to snap like that, "I'm just still getting over Paris's blatant disregard for my rules. Restart your update."

"Okay, Paris's nose has been patched up. It was broken pretty badly, and it'll heal with a bump, but it's the best we could do. We all finished our jobs, and have been reviewing files and watching the surveillance."

"Which, by the way, we heard the loud bump in your room. Mind cluing us in on what happened?" This time it was Demitri.

Oh, that must've been when he jerked away from her, after finding out about her virginity, and had fallen on the floor like a fool, "That was nothing. Dropped something, that's all. Continue Peyton."

"Okay, well, that's pretty much it. We looked into the story of her mother's death more, like you asked, but still found same old same old. Nothing hinting at Violet's involvement. So, we searched the same story without the names, and still nothing. Then, we searched a story about mom's being killed and a child left behind, nothing. There is absolutely no trace of Violet being there. We all hacked back into the government database and rechecked there in their files, but even theirs don't mention Violet."

Maddox's lips were pulled into a frown now, "Well, we'll have to ask someone who would know then. Perhaps it's time one our other cells get filled, hm? Until then, does anyone have any female clothing?"

All of the men looked at each other, shaking their heads in unison. No, because they didn't bring women back home, just like they'd all been taught. Cursing, Maddox shook his head as well. He couldn't let her continue wearing his clothing. It was playing tricks on his mind and body. It was a sight hard to resist, which meant it was a weakness, which meant it had to be stopped. Plus, he had to get some feminine products.

"Also," Demitri waited for Maddox's attention, "While we're on the subject of her feminine needs you could say...When is her mother nature visit?"

"Her what?"

"Her flow."

"Her flow?"

"Her damn period Maddox!" Of course Demitri thought of that...he was the only one here with a wife.

"Shit. I am not dealing with that." Horror struck Maddox's face. This was all definitely happening too fast. He met the girl a couple days ago, already nearly had sex with her, and now he was becoming her period calendar? Next thing you know she'd be asking him to go get tampons or whatever they use! Hell, no. He would die before he walked down that isle. Die. Painfully. He would die painfully first.

Groaning, the still dripping water Violet pried open the door, scanning the room for anyone. She didn't want another run in like she had had with Paris, she'd be damned if that happened a second time. Her feet left the tile of the bathroom and stepped out into the room, toes sinking into soft carpet. Her towel wrapped around her like a dress made perfectly for her toned, petite body.

Five foot nine inches carried the President's daughter across the room. Cursing, she looked for the clothes. During their little... intimate moment, the clothes must have become lost in passion. "Just what I needed," she mumbled. "God I'm an idiot, what the hell was I doing?" She scolded herself again as she stared at the bed where she had earlier nearly made love to Maddox, throwing the comforter across the room.

Hearing low voices, the redhead creeped near the door, walking on tip toes. A floor board creaked, of course, and she grimaced, making sure she was hidden behind the door so the men couldn't see her. She gripped the wall beside the door, listening intently to their hushed voices. Of course they hadn't found anything on her! Her father was more careful than that. She knew they despised him, but they could give him more credit than that!

Frowning, Violet tried to think of who else they would kidnap to get info about her. Only her body guard really knew her, and only one other man knew, a high member of her father's council. Running her hands through her wet, but slowly drying, red hair. She was just about to creep back into the main area of the room and search for the clothes when she heard them start talking about her period. She thought it was nice Demetri had cared to think of it, but was angered by Maddox's reaction.

Gingerly gliding away from the door, she once again tossed the comforter, angrily this time, and finally saw the clothes. What was she supposed to do as far as underwear? She figured she'd just have to wear hers again, not wanting to ask Maddox for anything, not being in the mood to have to make a request.

Storming back to the bathroom, she shut the door, not too quietly either, and stepped across the tan tiling. It was a nice bathroom, well endowed and spacious, but she wasn't thinking about that. She threw on her underwear and bra, tugging off the other strap and making it a strapless bra. Pulling on the pajama pants, which were big on her and hung loosely on the ends of her hips, followed by the hoodie, Violet fumed quietly to herself. "Jackasses. I need to get out of here, soon," she mumbled and glanced back in the mirror, determination painting her face.

Violet grabbed the discarded towel, bending at the waist and flipping over her head and hair. Using the towel to dry her hair, she vigorously rubbed her long locks. Hanging the towel up, she quickly fixed her hair, throwing the still slightly damp locks over her shoulder. Her hand reached for the silver doorknob but paused when she thought she heard someone step into the room.

"It's not like she's contagious when she's PMSing, Maddox," Demitri had begun chastizing Maddox on his hesitation with dealing with Violet's monthly problem.

"Still, that's what men do when they're whipped. We're her kidnappers. We don't need to be doing stuff like that. I'm already getting her clothes. That should be enough. She doesn't act high class," Maddox was thinking of any excuse Demitri would listen to to avoid the isle of doom in the closest store.

"Maddox, it's not high class to need pads or tampons. It's a necessity. She can't just walk around bleeding with nothing to," he shuffled on his feet, "you know…"

"She can't go without?"

"No, she cannot. It's either get her what she needs or let her bleed all over your bed. Your choice man," Demitri was looking at him as if waiting for an answer, but he already knew which Maddox would prefer. "You don't have to do it alone. Let into your room for just a couple minutes and I'll take care of it. I just need to ask her what she prefers, and what size. Then, I'll go with you to buy them. You can even wait at the end of the isle."

Maddox considered his offer for only the blink of the eye before his face was overtaken with determination, a dark glint in his eye, "I told you. Nobody goes near her. Especially now, she doesn't need any more men around her. You don't get to ask her something personal like that. She trusts me, not you," he knew she didn't trust him as much as he was letting off, but they didn't have to know that. As he said it he could feel the wave of pride washing through him like a monsoon's tidal wave. Oh yes, he liked the idea of being the only man she trusted.

Demitri's hands went up palms facing Maddox in a look of surrender, "That's fine. But, you'll want to do it soon. When they don't have what they need they're a royal nightmare. No pun intended, of course. You might want to ask if she needs Midol, too."

"What's Midol?"

"Period painkillers or something. I just call them the magic pills, because it turns the woman from devil to angel."

"She can't just take ibuprofen? We have some of that.."

"Nope. Midol is specifically for female symptoms like their bloating, tenderness-"

Now it was Maddox to hold up his hands, "Fine. I'll find out. While I do that get the cars ready, check our MRE storage, and get together our arsenal. We'll plan when I'm done."

The men all scattered, some for the garage, others for storage, and Maddox pounded up the stores. Before he even reached the third step, a loud bang sounded from his room. Facial expressions hidden, Maddox slowed his step. One hand held his gun, and the other a knife before one could even blink their eyes. As he continued up the steps, his feet were lethally quiet; a panther on the hunt, cold eyes surveying and calculating the situation. Reaching the next floor, he pressed his still bare back against the wall, and glanced around the corner. When he saw nothing, Maddox made his way to his door, once again against the wall. Leaning over, he pressed his ear against the wall; nothing. Cocking his gun and positioning it to be aim ready so he was staring down the barrel, Maddox twisted the knob, and quietly stepped inside, the door clicking closed behind him. "Violet?" he called, locking the door behind him with his knife hand. "Are you there?"

Waiting patiently, Violet listened for anyone in the room. At last she heard Maddox's voice and she frowned, still angry from his reaction to getting her feminine products. She knew she couldn't let him know she was eavesdropping, he'd just get angry. Without responding to his calls, she stared in the mirror, fixing her wavy hair.

Stop it, she scolded herself, yanking down her hands. She saw her cut in the mirror, examining the bandages. They were still intact, undamaged by the water. Opening the door, a cloud of steam enveloped the tall girl as she stepped into the room for the second time after having been out of the shower.

"No, I'm gone," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Duh, where else I would be?" The redhead asked sassily, raising an eyebrow at the knife Maddox was weilding. She was careful to not let her fake American accent slip, her words precise, like she wanted them. She fluffed her hair as she scratched the underneath of her neck, red locks slapping back down against the hoodie she wore.

Shoving her hands in the front pocket, she sat on the bed and looked up at Maddox with an unamused epxression, drawing circles on her stomach through the sweatshirt with her fingers. She watched closely as Maddox glanced at the disheveled comforter on the floor. Shrugging nonchalantly, Violet chewed her bottom lip. "Called for you to bring me the clothes but you weren't in here. So I came out and had to look for them," she explained, giving a slight nod to the forgotten comforter.

Though Violet had been on the verge of tired earlier, she now was rejuvinated by her extremely hot to ice cold shower. A light shiver passed over her and she trembled, the sudden chill crawling down her spine. Sitting straight, she rolled her shoulders until the distinct pop was heard.

Glancing down, she eyed Maddox's gun, breathing in through parted lips. He must've ehard the bang when she closed the bathroom door in rage. How would she explain that? Well, exactly how it was. She had left the bathroom to get her clothes and came back in. She'd just fib and say she didn't mean to slam it, that it was an accident. However she wouldn't bring it up until he did.

"Aren't the gun and knife a little much to check on me?" She asked, eyebrow still perfectly raised in a disbelieving manner. She had messed up too many times with this man, and wouldn't let it happen again. Her walls were back up and her feisty attitude was right on track, Violet having to hold her tongue from letting loose a stream of sarcastic remarks and colorful obscenities.

And the sassy Violet was back...same old attitude. So, that means the kiss (and more) hadn't changed anything. As much as he hated to admit it, that was what would be best for him. This feisty Violet was a much safer version than the gentle one he'd met earlier. Each were just as exciting to him, though. But, if she was going to act like nothing happened between them, then he would too. Gaze surveying the room, Maddox backtracked to a window on the wall to his left. Using his knife while the gun was still aimed in the other direction, he moved the curtain. Cold steel against velvety silk whooshed as he checked the alarm and lock on the window; in tact. The window panes themselves were covered by shades, so he couldn't look outside to ensure nobody was on the property.

Deciding the window was clear, Maddox swiftly made his way to the restroom, gun raised, knife poised. A few seconds later, he returned from the steam filled room, the foggy moisture beading on his skin like sun kissed dew drops. Finally, he put his gun on safety, uncocking it, and put it back in his pant's hem against his back, relishing in the familiar sensation. The knife returned to his pocket's hidden sheath.

Now directing his gaze at Violet, he frowned. Her facial expressions were controlled, but he could sense the anger flowing off of her like tidal waves. What was her problem? He'd come running upstairs to make sure all was safe, and she wasn't harmed, and this is how he gets repaid? Sarcasm and anger? Are women really that hard to please? He'd heard Demitri complaining about his wife's antics, and the other men about their occasional girlfriend's mind games, but seriously? No wonder most of his men weren't married.

"The room is still secure, and the men were all accounted for, which means you made that noise. If you did it on purpose, I will not allow that any longer. You're in a house full of trained killers and you want to stalk around making sounds like somebody has come unwelcome into our abode? Well, if you want to play that game it won't end well. You're lucky it was me that came in. My men are trained to shoot first and ask questions later. So yes, the gun and knife was necessary," with a sigh, he stalked into his closet.

"We're going into town today," Maddox called from the closet as he pulled a light blue v-necked cotton shirt over his head. The soft fabric brushed against his skin softly, and for a mere second Maddox's eyes fluttered, reminded of the feel of Violet's hair falling against his skin.

Next, he yanked off his shorts, throwing them past the closet door and into a hamper that was by the door. The white hamper was usually kept in his closet out of eye sight, but he was attempting to remind himself to do laundry, so he had put it where he would constantly have to pass by it. So far, it hadn't worked. Adding laundry to his mental checklist, he pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, and topped it off with a plain black belt that matched his sneakers. He turned for the room, but hesitated. If he was going into town he'd need to have something over his shirt to hide the bumps from his weapons. His arsenal was pretty well hidden, and he'd never had them noticed, but he didn't like to take chances. So, he threw on a jacket.

Finally satisfied, he made his way to Violet, who had stood up from the bed at some point, "Stay by me and the men won't even talk to you. Try and run, and they'll do things far worse than you've witnessed," the words were a warning, but serious. He was about to take her out of the building, and into town. He needed to make sure she would behave. Though, it would still be out in the boondocks where the only person they'd see would be the cashier. "Do you understand? Because if I so much as think you won't behave, I will bring you right back here and get everything myself."

Violet watched unamused as Maddox checked the window and then onto the bathroom, gun still pointed ahead of him. His muscles twitched and she sighed, looking away from his muscled body. Her eyes roamed over the room. No pictures, beige walls, soft white carpet, a window heavily protected, a hamper piling up with clothes, an alarm clock, and the disheveled comforter strewn on the floor.

Instantly the hamper bothered Violet, practically overflowing with clothes. She didn't have maid or butler or mom to pick up after her, so she made sure to keep things at least semi tidy. Her room could become a whirlwind, that was fore sure, but it wasn't much of a problem. Whenever the redhead became stressed, she would clean. And not just a quick pick up, but military styled cleaning, making her room sparkle like a diamond. It didn't happen much though, considerng she was never in her room. So she'd come home, stressed, clean the room, and go off to relieve more tension by training and fighting it out in a private gym and combat area she had. Though the gym was private, she often let others use it, even though there was another open gym to the Colony. Her combat area was top of the line, especially for the end of the world circumstances, but she didn't see the point in not letting others use it.

Drawn out of her thoughts of the Colony, Violet's interest peaked as Maddox talked, scolding her like she was a child. Her hazel eyes burned with anger, but she grit teeth and let him finish. "Want to know what the noise was? The door slammed after I went back in the bathroom from retrieving the clothes. I didn't mean to close it that hard but it flew into the door frame anyways. It. Was. A. Door, Maddox. And if you are that concerned about the maintaining of my well being, or at least half concerned, then maybe you should have stayed closer to the room. And you said your men weren't allowed near here, so that considered, and even if they could come in, I don't see why they would barge in and shoot at their damn captive. I noticed the alarms on the windows, so you must have known no one broke in," she retaliated, pride and anger twisting through her words.

Looking away in annoyance, she watched him march into the closet. His shorts flew out of the area, landing in the hamper. Grumbling, she wished she could pick it up, pick everything up. If she couldn't fight her frustrations out, she might as well clean them. Instead, Violet stood and turned her attention away from the clothes, fingers tapping on Maddox's headboard. She had always had a habit of keeping still, always feeling the need to move something, even if only twiddling her fingers.

Grimacing, she listened to his statement, not replying. As he walked back out, her eyes flitted over his torso snug in his tight shirt and complimenting jacket. Brushing the thoughts off of her mind, she locked her jaw in place and waited, knowing he would say more.

Violet wasn't wrong, and Maddox began warning her. She was beginning to get annoyed at how little credit she was given. Yes, she had been reduced to a whimpering mess by Paris, but she'd learned and knew it wouldn't happen again. "Jesus, Mary mother of God," the redhead moaned as he asked her, yet again in the same tone as if talking to a child, if she understand. She put a hand over her eyes and shook her head. Oddly, she was Catholic and knew she wasn't supposed to use the name in such a way, but her beliefs had dimmed through the years. She was more free with it, still poking at what she truly believed in.

"Yes, I understand," she said and threw her hands up in disbelief. Shoving them back in her pockets, her brow furrowed at Maddox, planning escapes in her head. She doubted she'd be given chance to put any of them in action, but it was better safe than sorry. As a young kid she had always made sure she had a way out, an escape path or plan that would somehow possibly be put into affect. When she was younger a few kids had trapped her in a coffin as a practical joke, and Violet nearly ripped her nails off trying to scratch the wooden box to get out.

"I'm not a damn child, for Heaven's sake," she hissed, words lethal. sighing, she let some of the anger go and took on a softer tone, if only to calm Maddox down and persuade him she was fine with the plan. "Alright, whatever you say. Can we go?" Violet had begun to get figety in the room, not liking being in the same place for a long time, especially when knowing she was about to leave or going to leave in the near future.

{{Sorry if it's short and lacking in skill. I'm struggling thinking because it's nearly one here!}}

She seriously chastised him for leaving the room. It was his compound. He didn't need to stay next to her side and baby her 24/7 did he? No. And the fact that she got upset about him being gone was completely contradicting to her 'not a damn child' claim. Either way, the past was the past, and he had his reasons for leaving the room.

Not able to help but notice her eyes roving over him when he stood in front of her, he felt like puffing his chest out like a damn ape and pounding it in pure masculine pride. Yeah, that's right. Even fiesty Violet was checking him out. Satisfied, he nodded at her, "Yes, we can go. Stay behind me, though. My men still aren't fond of the idea of you having free reign like this. Most of the people that come through here don’t-" breaking off, he decided it would be best not to finish that sentence.

"Anyways, come on," Waiting for Violet, he opened his door, let her out, and locked it behind him. He'd gone through the routine so many times, he could swiftly lock all of them. After trying the knob as a double check, Maddox led her down the hallway, turned right, and paused. At the top of the staircase, he cast a glance over his shoulder. To her, he hoped it looked like he was warning her again, his face serious, but in reality he was ensuring she was right behind him. If he had his way, and he wouldn't, her hand would be wrapped inside his own, and she'd be walking closer to him, close enough to feel each other's heat. Either that, or he'd be taking her up against wall. Both options were completely out of the question, though.

Making his way down the hallway, the men were all waiting for him. What they weren't expecting, however, was the female he was bringing with him. All of them cast hesitant glances at each other, their hands twitching towards their nearest weapons. Growling, Maddox's lips pulled over his teeth, he reached for his own knife. At the sight, all of the men immediately dropped their hands, avoiding the woman's eye contact.

"Why is she not locked up?" Peyton demanded, a frown pulling at his lips. This routine was definitely new for all of them.

"Because she's coming into town with me."

"For what?" They all looked at each other again, wondering if she was helping with their next kidnapping.

Understanding, Maddox let out a heavy sigh, "What we were talking about earlier? She kind of needs to be there for that."

"But-" Galen was shifting on his feet uncomfortably, not adapting well to the new plan.

"No, Maddox is right. This is a woman thing. She should go," With that, and a nod of Maddox's head the men all parted.

Now Maddox allowed himself to turn back towards Violet. Maintaining eye contact on his men, he snaked his arm through hers, and pressed his hand into her back. The movement urged her forward, he led her like that the rest of the way; side by side.


Upon reaching the garage he was pleased to see his men had cleaned it, packed up MRE's and weaponry, and readied the SUV for use in any possible situation (as always). Lips almost twitching into a smile, he ushered her into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's seat. Locking the controls the second he got in, he buckled up. Now, if she wanted to try to run she'd practically have to crawl over his lap. And damn, did a part of him hope she would try that.

((Don't worry, it was fine! :) It's even later here, I'm a night owl :) ))

Violet was just about to ask him to finish his sentence, but instead she bit down on her bottom lip and didn't reply, satisfied at what he had said, however. Smirking to herself, she followed him closely, waiting patiently as he locked the door and checked the knob. If she was going to do this, she had to play it right. Follow what he said, let him restore some trust in her, and escape at just the right moment. She could open the car door while they drove, roll out, and run for it, but she didn't know if that would work. He could easily stop and get out, or just drive after her. No, that wouldn't work.

Her bare feet made no noise on the stair case, following closely behind him. Her eyes stayed locked on the back of his head, but she took in his little movements as well. She committed the stair case and what she had gathered of the floor plan to memory. Luckily for her, she had a photographic memory and it was as simple as blinking to remember everything.

Her vivid eyes met his for a brief second as he turned around, her gaze still trained on him. If he tried pulling any funny business and try to trick her, she would at least be semi prepared for it. She paused as they continued walking and stopped in front of the men, letting her eyes briefly look over each of them. They all were confused, but Demetri had a less befuddled look, smiling softly at her. Her rock hard gaze softened for a moment, but hardened back up instantly as the men started talking.

Suddenly she felt as if she wasn't there, and she clenched her hands, knuckles turning white and nails digging painfully into the soft palm of her hands. "Subtle," she mumbled and rolled her eyes. Even if she hadn't eavesdropped, she would know what they were talking about. They questioned and discussed her being taken to town as if her presence didn't exist, and it angered her. For a brief second Peyton's eyes wondered over her, slowing at her breasts. Glaring, his eyes darted away from her when he noticed she had noticed.

Finally they relented, like they had a choice, and Maddox put his hand on the small of her back. His hand was warm and soft, but urging on her back and Violet stepped forward, giving the men one last death stare as she walked. Ignoring their whispers behind them, she let Maddox urge her forward and guide her to the garage.

Closing the door behind her as Maddox hurried her into the seat, she buckled herself up and quickly took in the van. They seemed prepared for anything, even a nuclear fallout. She looked ahead, feeling the van back out of the garage. She sunk into the soft leather of the seat, glancing behind her at where just two days ago she had been kicking and fighting for her life.

Maddox had been quick with the locks, making it impossible for Violet to get out unless reaching to the controls and crawling over him. And that would only happen if he was unconscious, and by the looks of it, that wouldn't happen. Staring out the window as they drove, pulling her legs to sit criss cross, the redhead stared longingly out the window.

Suddenly she straightened a bit, squinting her large eyes. She thought she saw a car, a car she knew. Her car. Her classic 1968 Camaro SS 350, midnight blue and well cared for. The only one authorized to drive the muscle car was her body guard, and a hopeful gleam sparkled over her eyes. The car was rare as it was, and even rarer in the circumstances. She spent so much time on it, making sure it was as pristine as the day it was issued. Only the very few had cars, and even fewer had cars like hers.

Stealing a peek at Maddox, she sunk back down and continued to stare at the car, but made sure she wasn't being too obvious. She needed to get to that car, to her baby. The car followed the van, seemingly going to the same place they were. It took a different turn and she grimaced; some, but not all, of her hope fading away.