Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(33)
“Kade. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know. Keep fucking doing it.” He grips my ass cheek with his other hand. “If Base tries to fuck you, you’ll remember this. Me – having you moan my name.”
He goes deeper, and I tense all over.
“You’re making a mess, Freckles. Fucking dripping all over my hand.”
With my eyes screwed shut, I moan, whimpering as his fingers hammer into me with delicious force. His breathing is laboured, and he drops his own groans as I lower myself enough to rub his cock with my soaked thigh.
On my knees above him, my gaze clashes with his. Both of us are completely taken over by lust and the liquid heat in our veins. But something flashes in Kade’s eyes.
“You won’t let anyone harm you – do you understand me?” He presses his thumb to my clit, and my lips part in a hum of pleasure, the orgasm that’s been building and building close to combusting.
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”
Driven by the sensual strokes of his fingers, his thumb against my swollen clit, I nod.
“Words, Stacey.” He slaps my clit and I cry. “Give me fucking words.”
“Yes! Okay, yes. I won’t… fuck… Kade, this is so wrong.”
His eyes blaze into me. “Are you tapping out?”
My head shakes, hips rolling against his hand. “No.”
“I want to hear what it sounds like, just like old times. I need to hear you screaming my name.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I debate punching him.
“I want you to sit on my face.” He yanks me up to his mouth, and I catch myself on the bedframe. “Suffocate me with this pussy.”
Kade yanks me down by the hips and buries his face between my legs, and I moan so loud, I think the room next door hears.
His tongue is wet on my clit, and he groans as he sucks loudly on it – then he takes it between his teeth and sinks two fingers inside me, causing me to scream.
He strokes himself with his free hand, groaning against my needy cunt and alternating between fingering and tonguing my entrance, taking each piece of flesh between his teeth, dragging his lips all over my pussy then diving between my legs and tasting me after attacking my inner thighs.
Like an electric shock, everything inside me lights up when my orgasm hits – a strike of a match that spreads like wildfire all over my body. My walls clench and throb around his fingers, my vision blurring to darkness.
Both my hands are in his hair, tugging as I ride his face, grinding against his fingers and mouth as I explode – and keep exploding.
Kade’s tongue lashes against me, my body spasming as liquid lust wraps around my spinal cord like one of his tattooed snakes.
“Oh fuck.”
He bites at my clit, and I yelp through my orgasm.
“Louder. Grip my fingers with your soaking cunt and scream my fucking name like the dirty little whore you are.”
Such derogatory terms should have me slapping him, not clutching his fingers inside my pussy, needing him to keep the dirty words coming. My head falls back, and I see stars.
Air rips from my lungs. The intensity of my high reaches breaking point, and his name slips from my lips with a string of curses. But it’s a whisper – a gasp.
“Louder.”
He sucks on my clit so hard, I nearly pass out as I remind him exactly what it sounds like when I scream his name.
12
KADE
Ihad five rules I stuck to for two years.
Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend.
Rule two: Don’t unblock her number.
Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look at her – it’s a trap.
Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual interactions with her.
Rule five: Never forgive Stacey Rhodes.
Yet here I am with two fingers buried inside said ex, her cunt dripping down my chin, moaning my name so loud her voice breaks.
I fucked rule one the day I came back home for a break Bernadette gave me after a heavy job in Africa. I picked Stacey up from a one-night stand like a fucking idiot.
My drug-fuelled fury drew me back to that house to knock the shit out of him, set his house alight. He was supposed to die. It’s the same with every guy she comes across. How did I miss one?
Rule three went out the window when I found out Luciella was having a house party and Stacey would be there. After having her in my car again, after being tortured by her fucking vanilla scent, being in the shadows was no longer enough. I told Dez and Base that we’d be crashing the party.
I followed her to the front gate. Went against my own mind to have a shred of alone time with her and see who she’s been fucking.
I’ve stalked her long enough to know who she speaks to, who she meets and who the fuck touches her, and I wasn’t aware of whoever that was at the gate.
I still have no idea. Barry is working on it.
Rule four went tits up the second I let her grab my cock in the studio. The instant I felt her palm on me, the rage I’d been feeling simmered a touch. Not fully – just enough to curb the craving to rip someone’s head off.
My anger knows no bounds these days, especially when it comes to a pretty little dark-haired dancer named Stacey fucking Rhodes.