Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Kade
D on’t ever kiss a client.
Over the years, all my other boundaries have been crossed, but that’s the one rule I stick to adamantly. Kisses mean affection. Affection can cause feelings. And there is no place in my line of work for feelings.
Nothing can come from them but heartbreak.
Yet here I am, wrapped up with Syn in a tangle of limbs as my lips lead hers in a passionate dance, and I regret nothing. Whatever magnetic power she possesses over me, the invisible string that’s been tugging me toward her this entire time, finally won. I can’t keep resisting. If this is my one chance to feed into the desire warming my chest, I’ll take it.
I may never have the opportunity again.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Syn.” It sounds vulnerable and gross, but it’s the truth. “I’ve never met a monstress like you.”
She rolls her eyes and purses her lips, which are no longer bright red. “I’m sure you tell that to everyone you sleep with.”
“You don’t have to believe me.” I run my fingers along her smoky jawline and tuck a few strands of stray silver hair behind her pointed ear. “But I’m serious… this doesn’t feel like anything I’ve done before. I just wanted you to know.”
I probably sound like a jackass, but I never have to face her again if she doesn’t come back. At least she’ll know how I feel.
My mind dares to consider the possibility of never seeing her again, but my heart can’t handle it. This is the first shred of happiness I’ve had since arriving at the mansion, and I’ll be damned if I fuck it up on purpose.
“I believe you.” Her voice is soft.
I lose myself in her gaze, swimming in her royal blue irises and wondering what I can possibly say to make any of this last. I know deep down it’s a futile effort—this can never be anything more than it is right now—but I don’t want to accept that reality.
“Syn—”
She cuts me off by reaching between us and wrapping her fingers delicately around my hard cock, and I can’t help but grin.
“Do you want me inside you again, sweetheart?” I ask, giving her ass a squeeze. “I’ll fuck you as long and hard as you’ll let me.”
With a grin, she slides her hand up over the head of my cock, lubing her fingers in my precum, and slides it back down the shaft. “It’s only fair that you come too.”
I stare at her, mentally tracing her delicate features as I try to process her words. “You want me to come for you?”
The smile on her lips is my answer.
Fuck . If I wasn’t certain she was pure perfection before, I’m fully convinced now. No one has ever cared whether I came or not—they’re only ever concerned with what I can do for them—and the fact that she wants to get me off has my libido rocketing sky-high once again.
I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her into a kiss as she quickens the pace. She rolls her fingers over the head just right before sliding her hand back down, and I buck my hips to her rhythm.
There have been many nights where Sparky escorted me back to my room with a boner, and I had to finish the job myself. I’m so used to it at this point that it doesn’t faze me.
But knowing that Syn wants to return the favor by stroking my dick makes me want to bend her over again and fill her to the brim with my seed. I want to fuck her until she’s a whimpering, blubbering mess. I’ll make her come until she drenches every inch of this room—the bed, the floor, the god damn ceiling.
I want every bit of her that she’ll give me.
“ Fuucckkk ,” I groan as her other hand wraps around my cock and strokes in time with the first.
I thrust my hips faster, and she squeezes tighter, the tension in me swelling like air in a balloon. Her sharp teeth catch my bottom lip, and I taste blood, but I don’t slow my pace.
My climax hits me hard and fast, and thick ropes of cum spill onto the comforter between us. Panting, I break our kiss, the taste of blood still on my tongue. In all the years I’ve been here, no one’s ever gotten me off like that.
“Holy shit…” I mumble, losing myself in the depth of her gaze. “I…”
“You don’t have to say anything,” she cuts me off, and I swear she’s blushing.
Who would have thought a temptress like her could be so shy?
The indescribable feeling in my bones that I’ve been trying to name since I first saw her returns as I get lost in her eyes, and I try to name it.
Intrigue? No, that’s not quite right.
My thoughts are too clouded to zero in on it, but I’ll have plenty of time to contemplate once I’m back in my room, considering I’ll be stuck in this hellhole forever.
Forever. That’s a long fucking time to suffer alone, especially if I’ll never be able to see Syn again. It’s probably better if I never see her again. Nothing good can ever come of this, and being so close to her without being able to have her would be a much crueler version of Hell than the one I currently live in.
Still, no one’s ever paid attention to me or showed an interest in me the way Syn has. It’s a relief after all the years of use and abuse I’ve endured at the hands of monsters.
It’s nice, and the thought of never seeing her again—of losing this glimmer of happiness forever—is an ache I can’t soothe.
“Do you have to go now?” I ask, fearing the answer while trying not to sound disappointed. I don’t want to guilt her into staying longer, but if she wants to stay…
I’ll gladly spend all night fucking her into euphoric bliss.
Or holding her until the sun comes up. Whatever she prefers.
“I can go if you want me to,” she says, her lips pressing into a fine line. “It’s probably best if I do…”
My stomach sours, but I remain stoic. She’s not wrong; it’s best if she leaves. The less time we spend together, the better. I’m already attached, and we just met.
A few more hours and I’ll lose every bit of the sanity I have left.
“You’re probably right,” I force out, trailing a finger along her jawline. “But that’s not what I said.”
Neither of us moves, and the sinking feeling in my chest fades with every passing second, replaced by a flicker of desperate hope. A thought takes root, and I’m unable to shake it.
Does she want to stay as much as I want her to?
Another long stretch of silence has me crawling with anticipation. She’s obviously waiting for something, but I don’t know what. It’s not like she needs an invitation.
She paid for this. She can have whatever she wants. I’m completely at her service; all she has to do is name it.
My impatience gets the best of me.
“Stay,” I say, swallowing down the emotion threatening to come with it. “For a while, at least. I don’t know how much you’re paying Mistress Raiine but—”
“Don’t worry about that.” She waves a hand flippantly and leans closer to me, her warm breath rolling over my chest. “Money is the least of my concerns. I’m more worried that I’m enjoying this too much; that this might become a bad habit I don’t need to entertain.”
I smirk and drag her closer until our bodies are flush together. “Would that really be such a bad thing?”
To my relief, she laughs and shakes her head. “I don’t think I would mind. Would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
I drag the blanket over us and freeze when Syn nestles into the crook of my arm. My muscles tense as I adjust to the tenderness, completely enraptured by her affection.
This monstress will be my undoing.
I lie perfectly still—afraid to move an inch and ruin the moment—and close my eyes, my thoughts already wandering with impossible daydreams of Syn and I far away from the monster brothel I call home.
For now, even if it’s only for a few minutes, I’m content to exist here with her like nothing outside this room matters.