Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(18)
Seventeen minutes until class starts.
I must be insane, because although I want to slap Kade and call him every name I can think of, I also want him to lift me into his arms and fuck me senseless. I want all his anger pushing inside me. His rage. His harsh words against my ear as he makes me scream his name.
“If you’re going to do something, then hurry up.”
“I don’t want to go near you,” he replies, lowering his forehead to mine, his dilating eyes showing his lie. “I can’t stand you.”
His fingers tighten around my throat, and my pussy clenches.
My hand drops between us, feeling the hard ridges of his cock through his shorts. He’s so big and thick, just like I remember. My heated body also remembers, and it tenses along with Kade’s, a hiss dropping from his mouth as I squeeze the length of him.
I tilt my head, whispering in his ear, my lips grazing the shell, “If I disgust you so much, then why are you hard?”
He uses his grip on my neck to push me harder against the glass. “It means nothing.” Kade’s face comes closer to mine, his breath hitting my lips as his thumb presses just underneath my breast. “It’s a lie.”
He doesn’t stop me from rubbing my palm up and down the length of his cock through the material of his shorts. He twitches against my hand, and his breaths hit my cheek as they become heavier the harder he gets.
Kade’s grip grows tighter on my throat; his other hand stops at the strap of my bodysuit, and he curls his fingers under it and drags the strap down my shoulder with haunting slowness. My breast bounces free as the material slips beneath it.
Reaching under his waistband, I take his hard cock in my hand. He’s warm, smooth and the veins are as thick as ever. The same veins I’ve traced with my tongue once upon a time. “Does this make you sick, Kade? To have me touching you this way? Is this a lie too?”
He swallows, but the way he moves into my hand tells me he’s lying when he replies with gritted teeth, “Yes.”
I continue stroking him, swiping away the bead of wetness from the tip and lifting my thumb between us, so he can see me lick the precum.
His lips part gradually, his eyes heavy as he watches my tongue run up my thumb. I close my eyes to revel in the taste and lower my hand between us again, wrapping it around his thickness.
A moan slips from my lips as he pinches my nipple, my underwear drenched from the sting. Kade thrusts into my hand, breathing the same air as we both gasp.
My other hand fists the front of his top. “Will I stop?”
Right now, as he nudges my nose with his, pushing himself into my fist with a deep groan, I think he might kiss me. His lips are close to mine. But even though I’m touching him, I will never let him kiss me again. I slant my head to put distance between our mouths.
He grabs my jaw and shoves his thumb into my mouth, pressing on my tongue, before lowering his head and taking my nipple between his teeth. He sucks so hard, I think I might explode.
Kade sucks my breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple as he fucks my hand. It’s enough to make me see stars in the room full of red.
His thumb slides from my mouth. I breathe, “You—”
Before I can finish what I’m about to say, the main entrance of the studio opens, and the sound of my girls chatting echoes down the hallway.
Kade stiffens and swears to himself, yanking away from me. He steps back to put distance between us as he stuffs his hard cock back into his shorts and grabs his phone from the floor.
When he sees how tented he is, he tucks himself up into his waistband, shakes his head at me and huffs as he drags a tattooed hand through his messed-up hair and down his face.
He looks mad – fuming. His jaw clenches, dark brows lowering to a scowl. His eyes follow my fingers as I pull the strap of my bodysuit back onto my shoulder, concealing my breast.
Everything within me is on fire, tingles reaching my toes.
“Relax,” I say through deep breaths, like it hadn’t made me feel alive – as if I hadn’t been asleep for two years and only just awoken from our temporary connection. “It means nothing, remember? It’s a lie.”
Kade shakes his head, glaring at me before walking out.
A text from Base pops up on my screen, asking if I could talk Luciella into a threesome, because it seems to be his last resort to getting what he wants. I kindly decline. Then I open Kade’s contact and try not to look at all our previous messages.
Me: You left your screwdriver here.
I lift the tool and flip it in my hand as my students walk in. One giggles that Kade Mitchell looked at her, and her friend mentions how angry he was, which only made him appear hotter. Another girl fans her face like she’s close to passing out.
My phone dings, informing me the message has bounced back, and I roll my eyes with a tut.
Still blocked, it seems.
7
KADE
My hands are fucking shaking.
As soon as I get into my car, I slam the door with more force than necessary and grip my steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. Then my fist slams into it. Once. Twice. Three times. None of my anger fades; none of the thoughts slow down, not the way they used to when I lashed out.
Not when it comes to her.
I can’t see past my fingers clutching the leather of the wheel, can’t fill my lungs, can’t see past the blinding rage that surges through my veins from the sight of her. The sound of her voice, the feel of her soft skin. Every single thing about her pisses me off.