Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)(71)

He drugged and raped someone.

I no longer see the young American but Chris and numerous other men standing in Kade’s grip, uncaring as they talk about all the ways they wanted to fuck me that night. The way Chris egged them on. Charged per fuck. Videoed it.

I see my brother hovering over me while I hallucinated, begged him to take me home and cried that I wanted my boyfriend. The way his lips felt on my forehead while he let someone else violate me with their mouth. Teeth sinking into my breast, leaving a wound that took weeks to heal.

No Name isn’t No Name. He’s another Chris, who drugs and destroys, breaks and manipulates. He’s a monster.

I fist my hands at my sides, not caring how psychotic I sound. “Hit him again.”





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STACEY

Kade punches him in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. “Again?”

Tears burn my eyes. “Yes. Make it hurt.”

The butt of the gun meets his head three times, and No Name slides down the wall with blood trickling from his hairline.

“He was supposed to serve ten years,” Kade says, kicking No Name’s legs as he tries to get up. “I read your report. Disgusting pig.”

You want to fuck her? Give me three hundred and she’s yours.

Do I need to pay for my services too?

What about a big-brother discount?

Kade turns to me. “What do you want me to do now?”

Adrenaline courses through my veins, and I need to release it. Deep breaths fall from my lips as I study Kade. As my eyes hold his, my chest caves with how much I wish we were back in the hotel room, on the jet, on holiday or lying on a beach somewhere.

It’s so foreign, this intense feeling. Like seeing Kade this way has something switching on inside me. This once. I can have him this once and get him out of my system.

I tilt my head to No Name. “Knock him out.”

Kade’s knee belts into his face without hesitation, and he slouches on the ground.

He turns to me, gun still in hand, waiting. “What now?”

My skin burns with deep need, my nipples tightening, rubbing against my dress, which is begging to be ripped off. I shouldn’t be turned on by his violence.

He’s a machine, and I want him.

“Finish what you started.”

He takes a careful step towards me, and my heart stutters.

“What did I start?”

I raise a brow.

“You want an audience?”

He slowly closes the distance when I don’t reply, because my body is too alive and charged with energy to do anything but wait for his touch. “I asked you a question.”

I raise my chin, my heart racing, my pussy clenching as Kade’s eyes travel up and down the length of my body. “Do you hate me?”

He frowns. “What?”

“I said, do you hate me? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to hurt me?”

“Sometimes. But not the way you think.”

My gaze drops to the weapon, and I wrap my fingers around his wrist and bring it to my face. I manipulate his hold to press the barrel to my forehead, and like I thought, my clit throbs from the danger. “Does this make you feel better? You hate me, so you could end it now.”

The faint click tells me he turns the safety on, but he doesn’t pull the gun away.

“You could kill me right now.”

He gulps and grips the handle.

Everything deep within me is vibrating, all the way down to my toes as Kade pushes the barrel of the silencer harder against my forehead, making me back into the wall.

“You would love to shoot me, wouldn’t you?”

Kade licks his lips, finally speaking. “It would be more hassle than it’s worth.”

“Because you’d have the mess to clean up?”

He shakes his head. “Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you. I picture you covered in blood that isn’t yours. My name on your lips. Screaming for more while you apologise over and over and fucking over again.” He presses the barrel harder to my forehead. “Hate is not the word I would use when it comes to you.”

I smirk. “Always the romantic, Kade.”

He hums, the barrel of the gun slipping down the side of my face gently. He drags the metal across my lips, pulling the bottom one down before he trails the metal between my breasts.

The coldness against my heated skin has me panting.

“The year we spent together was the worst year of my life,” he says. “If I could take every moment back, every lie, I would.”

There’s no venom in his words, because his eyes are hooded, his cock is hard and pressing against my thigh, his breathing unsteady.

“Sounds like you definitely got over me in those two years.”

Kade glares at me, eyes filled with a growing void – his soul rippling into a vortex I want to dive into.

My lungs seize as he drags the gun down, down, down, until he reaches the slit of my dress. “I got over you, just like you easily got over me.”

The tip of the silencer inches between my legs as Kade grabs my hair, elongating my throat. I gasp as the weapon presses to my cunt at the same time his tongue swipes up my throat, teeth nibbling my jaw.