“Only you,” I mumble, the words lost inside the sounds of pleasure tearing past my lips.
“That’s it, Adeline. Now take my cum like a good little girl.”
My back bows, and I erupt, crying out from the sheer force of the orgasm tearing through me. I feel myself clench around him, his cock spearing through my tightening pussy with a force that rivals the pleasure consuming me.
My vision snuffs out like the sun behind a moon during a solar eclipse. His darkness devours my light, and I decide I’m content living in the shadows.
His palm slams next to my head, and with one final thrust, he explodes with a deep growl. Grinding his hips against mine, he empties himself inside me, cursing beneath his breath until the last drop is wrung out of him.
Several minutes pass, and both of us slowly come back down and catch our breaths. Well, he’s catching his breath. I’m still struggling for mine due to the belt around my throat.
He grins when he notes how red my face is—I can feel it burning beneath his stare. Reaching around, he unclasps the buckle, and the belt drops a second later.
My rib cage protrudes from how deeply I inhale, feeling like I’m taking the first breath after drowning for so long.
That was how I once described what Zade’s love felt like, and it’s never felt truer until now.
As I’m still drinking in the precious oxygen, he grips my jaw between his fingers and forces my gaze to his.
“Never again, Adeline. I could take you pushing me away when you were still discovering how you felt for me. But not anymore. That was your last time. Understand?”
I nod, shame reigniting. “Yes, never again. I’m sorry,” I croak, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. “But I hope you know I’m always going to run from you. I like the way you chase me.”
He bites his lip, the heat in his eyes flaring. Leaning forward, I kiss him softly, praying he can feel just how much I mean it.
His hand dives into my hair, amplifying the sweetness to something more savage. But too soon, he’s pulling away. I chase after him, stealing one more before he sets me down, supporting me while my legs grow accustomed to holding my weight again. They shake fiercely, and I just know the dickhead’s ego is ballooning again.
“Need a wheelchair, baby?”
I sniff and mutter, “No,” affronted by his big-ass head. “They’re just tired from you making me run.”
He chuckles, knowing damn well how untrue that is. But I smile back, and I realize that I like the way Zade laughs as much as I like the way he punishes me.
“How are they going to feel when you’re nine months pregnant and I’m chasing after you?”
I tighten my lips, but then smile with victory when I realize I’m not even ovulating. When I tell him so, he only smirks.
“I didn’t take out your IUD,” he says, bending to gather our clothes.
My mouth drops open. “Then what the fuck was all that?”
He shrugs, still grinning as he pulls on his jeans and glances at his phone before tucking it away again.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking relieved. But what the shit, Zade?”
“I needed to be sure you’re one hundred percent in this with me. A baby is the only thing that could permanently tie your life to mine. Legally, at least. Ethically… well, I will always be in your life, whether you know I am or not.”
Shaking my head, I tug my jeans up my body, the coarse fabric rubbing painfully against the welts on my legs. My shirt doesn’t feel much better.
“Yeah, whatever,” I mumble. “You’re a dick.”
He laughs again, accepting that statement without even a hint of shame. He pivots to walk back toward Parsons Manor, but I grab his hand, turning him back to me.
“No more lies,” I say. “From either of us.”
“Baby, I never lied. I never actually said that I took out your IUD.”
“You still made me believe that you did,” I argue.
He grins wickedly at me, one side of his lips tipping up.
“When I do get you pregnant, you will know about it,” he promises, though it sounds like another threat. “You will watch me pull the IUD from your body myself.”
That… oddly makes me feel better.
And I need therapy.
I sigh, “You’re always going to be a creep, aren’t you?”
“And my being a creep is always going to make your pussy wet. Let’s get back. Jay tried calling and it might have something to do with Claire.”
Chapter 41