When he grabs my waist and yanks me down on his cock, my eyes pop open wide. This new angle has him far deeper than before—a lot deeper than I thought my body was capable of taking.
“Zade!” I gasp, my nails now digging into his shoulders.
“Ride me, baby. I want to feel your pussy grip every inch of my cock.”
“Fuck, I can’t,” I groan, my body still working to adjust to the sheer size of this man.
“You have five seconds before I rearrange your organs,” he threatens. It does the job, kicking my ass into high gear and immediately rising up and sliding back down slowly.
After a few different readjustments, I finally find an angle that allows me to completely seat myself on Zade without feeling him come up my throat. With this new angle, he hits that perfect spot he was abusing moments before.
My teeth chatter, my nails digging deeper as my movements quicken.
Zade draws me in, bringing my body flush with his. One arm curls around my waist while the other hand tears through my wet hair, yanking my head to the side and giving him access to devour my neck.
I cry out, my hips moving frantically and erratically as his teeth bite the sensitive skin below my ear. My nipples scrape against his chest, sending delicious shivers straight to my pussy.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons into my ear. “Your sweet little pussy is gripping my cock so fucking tight.”
The arm that was curled around my waist is now wedging between our bodies until his thumb reaches my clit. My head kicks back as I let out a feral cry of my own. My eyes are rolling, and I can hardly breathe past the orgasm curling in my stomach.
It’s too much. Too powerful. My movements grow choppy and uneven as my core tightens unbearably.
“Zade,” I grind out through clenched teeth, sweat forming on my forehead. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I think I know what I need.
The salvation he so steadily promised me.
The hand in my hair grips tighter until strands are ripping from my scalp. His fiery eyes catch mine, holding me hostage as I climb higher and higher—to a cliff far beyond Parsons Manor’s. The one and only cliff I wouldn't mind jumping off of, even if I never get back up again.
“Let me feel you fall in love,” he whispers.
I can no longer hold on. My vision goes dark, the pleasure blinding and dynamic as the orgasm rips through me, tearing everything in my body to shreds. My fight, my willpower, and my goddamn heart.
I scream so loudly, my throat grows hoarse.
“Fuck, Addie!” Zade shouts, and my vision clears enough to watch his own head kick back, the veins in his arms bulging and traveling all the way up to his neck. He bares his teeth, a roar that can only come from the depths of Hell vibrating throughout the car.
His cock becomes impossibly thicker before he grabs ahold of me with both arms, forcing me to still as he spills inside of me.
“Fuck, Addie, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. My pussy milks him dry, wringing out every last drop until I’m impossibly full of him. His seed nearly bursts from me when he pulls out, the thick semen streaming down my legs like the raindrops on the windows.
Our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart is the only thing left to listen to.
The rain has subsided to a light trickle, as if to mock me. Because when it was pouring, I was calm and sure of my resolve while the world around me was howling and raging. I wanted him—craved him—but I was certain I would never love him. And now that the rain has calmed, my resolve has shattered, and I’m left with a screaming heart and a silenced world.
Chapter 35
The Shadow
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he’s nervous. Fidgety. Whereas before, she could hardly look at me out of fear and hatred, and now it’s because she remembers how many different positions I fucked her in last night.
My dick legitimately hurts. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked so much in one night, but I’d keep going if it wouldn’t literally send me to my knees if I got hard right now.
I bowed for Addie several times last night, worshipping her pussy just like I promised. But this time, I’d be bowing from pain and praying for my dick not to fall off.
Addie and I are leaning against the railing on her balcony. It’s an unusually warm day as we near winter, so we both decided to enjoy it.
She sips her coffee, her hair tangled and frizzy from last night and blowing gently in the breeze. I think my hands were in her hair so often, the strands had dried while wrapped around my fingers.
We stayed up until dawn with either my cock, fingers, or tongue filling up one of her holes at all times. We only managed a couple of hours of sleep before my phone started ringing.
Another video was leaked last night, and my headspace is too fucked up to work the tension out of Addie’s muscles.
Dan had said they believed they apprehended the person leaking the videos, but they were obviously wrong. Whoever they are, they’re incredibly fucking brave, and I’m very curious how the hell they’re doing it with the Society watching.
I was at Savior’s yesterday, which means the video could’ve been from the same night I attended. The very same goblets used in the videos were used that night… and now I’m sure they were filled with an innocent child’s blood.
While I was drinking overpriced whiskey, shooting the shit with a man I have grown to loathe, a kid was dying, his blood draining into chalices for deranged men to drink.
Buzzing energy forms beneath the surface and it takes effort to keep my bones from jumping out of my skin.
I need to get away from Addie.
Because if she gives me attitude or her usual hatred, I don’t think my response will be what she deserves.
Sensing my growing anger, she sets the coffee cup down on a little table with a dead plant on it.
I point at it. “Baby, if you can’t keep a plant alive, how are you going to keep our babies alive?”
She smacks my chest. “Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like you like that.”
I grin, but her expression turns contemplative, a tiny frown tipping the corners of her lips down as a crease forms between her brow.
“Do you ever wonder about Gigi and her stalker and find it strange? Maybe even far-fetched?”
When I tilt my head, signaling my confusion, she licks her lips and starts fiddling with the belt on her purple robe.
“You already know my great-grandmother had a stalker. One that she fell in love with. And now so do I. Living in the same house and…”
“Falling in love?” I finish for her, keeping my face blank so she’s sure I’m not teasing.
She glances at me and gives a slight lift of her shoulders, but she doesn’t deny it. Cop out, but I let it go.
“It just seems crazy and… I don’t know, impossible, I guess.”
I lean down on the railing and tilt my head up until I catch her eyes. Once they snag onto mine, they’re anchored. The breeze ruffles her hair again, the cinnamon strands dancing in the wind.
“Do you think you’re a reincarnation of Gigi, Addie? And that I’m a reincarnation of Ronaldo? We'll never really know, will we? It’s highly unlikely but not impossible. But I can’t say I don’t like the idea of it.”
A little snarl takes over her face. “You just like the idea of stalking me for several lifetimes.”