Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(32)

I gasp as he grinds harder, the head of his cock pressing right against my entrance, and I wish my underwear would rip.

The fourth time the phone buzzes, Kade swears under his breath and shifts to lie by my side, breaking contact.

I’m going to hex whoever this is. I sit up, take a shaky breath and hide my flushed cheeks as I grab my phone. “Hello?”

“Wow,” Chris drawls and my heart sinks. “She actually answers.”

I rush to climb on top of Kade, straddling him and pressing my hand to his mouth in case he tries to speak.

“What do you want?” I attempt to discreetly turn the volume down on my phone.

But Kade notices, his brows knitting together as he studies my horrified expression.

“Where the fuck are you?”

I flinch at how pissed Chris sounds. Kade glares. Both of his hands are resting beside my knees in tight fists.

“Why aren’t you in America?”

“Complications,” is all I say, silently begging Kade to stay quiet. I press my palm to his mouth harder when he tries to break away. “I missed my flight.”

I’m not sure how I’m sounding, because all my concentration goes when I try to pin Kade more firmly, nearly flinching as I feel him rock solid right there. His hands fly to each side of my waist, gripping me when I try to get off.

He digs his fingers into my flesh, pulling me tighter into him, so the hard ridge of his cock presses into the material between my legs.

I want to rock my hips again. The need is almost robbing me of every responsible thought as Chris continues to yell .

Thank God I turned the volume down – even I can barely hear him.

The clench in Kade’s jaw tells me he feels it too. The struggle to not grind into each other. To not move and feel the pleasure we know awaits us. If I move my hips, rock them, the underside of his cock will rub against my clit again and definitely drag a moan from my throat.

My hand slips from his mouth, and I press my finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet. He doesn’t like being told what to do, but I think the fear in my eyes makes him compliant, because he’s not making himself known to the person on the phone.

His hands are so large they nearly circle my waist. His fingers move from gripping my hips to my ass, tugging me even closer.

“Rock your hips into my cock, Freckles,” he whispers quietly, and I nearly whimper. “I fucking dare you.”

Even as Chris continues ranting down the phone, we keep our eyes on each other. His darken as a string of my sanity snaps and I shift against him once.

My body sings at the sensation.

He tightens his hold to control me and moves his own hips in a way that has my lips parting. From base to tip, the length of him smooths over every sensitive area of my pussy.

My underwear is drenched already, soaking through to my PJ shorts.

I rest my hand on his chest and roll my hips once more. His heart is thudding against my palm, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I’ve no idea what Chris is saying, neither of us paying any attention to the phone as we dry-fuck each other .

Kade keeps his voice low and quiet, the blue of his eyes taken over by his dilating pupils. “Does he make you scream the way I used to?”

Oh, he thinks I’m sleeping with my caller. But it’s either that or he questions me more about my bruises and cuts, and to be honest, I’d rather keep dry-fucking him while my abusive stepbrother is threatening me, none the wiser to my actions. A huge fuck you, Chris.

With the phone still to my ear, I move my hand from his chest and slide it up to his neck as I roll my hips, grinding against the underside of his thick length. He meets each movement, and if I don’t hang up soon, Chris is going to hear me whimper.

Kade pulses against my pussy as I tighten my grip on his throat. He stops me from moving with his hold on my ass, watching as his cock drags up my core with each rise of his hips. My spine tingles, heat gathering up my legs all the way from my toes.

“Answer me or I’ll stop,” he warns.

Between each breathed-out word, the tip of his cock presses against my entrance before sliding up to my clit, making me tense everywhere. I bite my lip with each stroke, my thighs wet.

“Does he make you scream the way I used to?”

“No,” I whimper.

“No what?” Chris asks in confusion, pausing his rant.

Kade loses his patience and takes the phone from me, ending the call and returning his hands to my waist. “Do you remember how to scream my name?”

I gasp with each solid stroke as his hand reaches for my shoulder, pulling me down on him. Before I can say anything, before I can even think of forming any sort of response, I grasp a handful of his hair just as a coiling sensation wraps around each vertebra, burying deep within and leaving me close to detonating.

Kade yanks down my shorts and sinks his fingers inside me. My every nerve ending is on fire.

I let out a moan and slam my palm against the headboard. He thrusts hard and fast, and my legs shake with how roughly he’s fucking me with them.

He stops, and I gasp for breath, whimpering as he smacks my ass with his free hand. “Ride my fingers, you little slut. Just like you used to.”

My head drops back, my long dark hair a mess as I do what he says until my legs are trembling relentlessly.

Kade takes over again, fucking me even harder, curling his fingers so they hit that sweet spot that has my vision blurring.