Rage

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Tara

I couldn’t call out his name when I came, because, to my addled brain, he wasn’t Arkady. That other asshole was. He’d tainted that name for me, and now, it threatened to ruin the first perfect sexual experience I’d ever had.

Fuck, I came from just nipple play, something that had never happened before. I ached for him, burned for his touch, his taste, in ways I couldn’t explain, and yet?—

“He ruined that for me, didn’t he?” the real Arkady asked from above me, and I closed my eyes, throwing my arm over my face, as if blocking out his eyes could save me from the shame.

I nodded slowly, hating the way he sounded so wounded. So lost.

I wanted to give him something, after what he’d just given me.

And then it hit me.

“Kade,” I whispered, hoping this wasn’t just another drunken memory I’d misremembered. “He might wear your name, but you’re the only Kade.”

I never called the imposter that name, thinking he’d abandoned that nickname after college. Turned out, the fake had no idea I’d called him that when we took that hidden cantina photo. But this one, the real one, he?—

“I thought you forgot,” he whispered against my skin, leaning down to capture my lips with his. “I thought?—”

“Kade,” I said, stronger, more confident this time, my voice louder and right against his ear as he groaned and ground his hard cock against me. “I want you?—”

“You have me.”

I let my hands fall to the bottom of his shirt, yanking it out of his pants, scrambling to remove buttons as fast as possible as he worked on the buttons of my jeans. I was faster, and with a flourish, I jerked that damned button-up over his shoulders and bared his perfectly-sculpted chest to my hungry gaze. I drank in the sight of him, admiring the solid planes and hard muscles that his twin lacked.

This was Arkadios Accetta. His twin was a terrible store-brand impression in comparison. This was what I’d dreamt of all those lonely nights when I let my hand travel into my panties and I whimpered in exasperation as I imagined the man I’d never have.

And now I had him, and I was speechless.

“Shit, you’re beautiful,” I whispered in awe, frozen in time as I just…stared.

“I think that’s supposed to be my line,” he teased, his hands dragging the zipper of my jeans down, the movement like a tease through the thin fabric of my panties, which were fucking soaked through. “Lift your hips, gorgeous,” his rough voice commanded, and damn it all if I didn’t do exactly that, the jeans like a prison I couldn’t wait to get out of.

“Men can be beautiful, too,” I insisted as he tugged the denim off my hips, down my legs, his breath catching as he took in the matching panties he revealed. “You sure do like to stare,” I observed, ignoring my own appreciation for his body just moments ago.

“Not much to do when you’re locked in a cage for five years.”

I filed that one away for later and bit back a moan as his fingers brushed against my sex, the wetness chilly against my too-hot skin. “Oh, God, please,” I begged, not knowing up from down right now. “Please, touch me there.”

“You like it?” he asked, his rakish grin widening as he brought his fingers back at my command, dragging the tips of them over the center of the wet fabric, teasing my slit as I whined pitifully. “Oh, fuck, yes, you do. I love the sounds you make for me.”

“Need more,” I murmured, half-mindless with need for him. “Kade–”

“Fuck, yes, baby, my name sounds so good on your lips.” I stilled as his fingers gripped the sides of my panties and literally ripped them in half, yanking them free to discard somewhere across the room.

I couldn’t even work up irritation for the loss of my favorite panties, the move was so hot.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously as he slid down the bed, yanking me to the edge with him as his knees hit the floor.

I watched his eyes tear themselves from my bare pussy to meet my curious gaze, and a frown distorted his beautiful features, making me think I’d done something wrong.

“Has a man never gone down on you before?”

I vaguely remembered a boyfriend once who’d put his lips against me down there, but he’d acted like it was a chore, and promptly came right back up for his own, leaving me in doubt of the stories I’d heard from other girls more experienced with sex.

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“I want you to do me a favor, Tara,” he whispered against the inside of my thigh, his face lowering itself between my legs, hot breath teasing my skin. “I want you to forget every man that ever came before me. They were just boys, playing a man’s game.” When his lips caressed the peach fuzz atop my mound, I sucked in a breath, prepared for whatever was coming, or so I thought.

“I’m going to show you how a real man treats a woman as delectable as you.”

When his tongue met my clit, it was like a five-alarm fire between my legs.

I moaned, I writhed, I bucked, I even begged as he swirled and dipped and tasted the inside of my pussy with that talented organ. What he displayed in his kisses was nothing compared to what he did between my legs, and before I could blink, I was rocketing toward an orgasm again, my body screaming for release.

“Open up for me, bookworm,” he muttered, his fingers sliding into my wet heat easily. “Let me in this sweet hole so I can show you those stars I promised.”

I spread my legs and sucked in a breath, anticipating pain. Instead, he was gentle, two long digits entering me with all the skills of a seasoned pro. He fucked me with them, and I lost myself to the slow, rhythmic in and out of his fingers as he worked my body the way only a soulmate could. His tongue found my clit again, and he alternated between sucking and licking as I came apart on him, my pussy clenching down on his digits as he wiggled them inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed.

I was pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds, the orgasm was so intense. I’d never felt anything like that in my life, and I screamed his name as I came, feeling a strange sensation as the noisy sound of wet slapping greeted my ears. He pulled his fingers from my cunt, stuck them in his mouth, and savored my taste, ducking his head down to clean me up with his tongue.

Dear God in heaven, if that was being eaten out, the stories were sorely underplayed.

“You still with me, Tara?” he asked quietly, rising from between my legs to brush the sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. “I didn’t kill you, did I?”

“I’m still breathing,” I rasped, feeling greedy for the way I ached for him to fill me now. “Barely,” I amended, feeling the skittering pulse just beneath my skin, throbbing like I’d run a marathon.

I stared down at the prominent bulge at the front of his pants as he stood between my legs, whining in the back of my throat. “Is that for me?”

“Only if you want it,” he said, running a hand over that fucking anaconda. “You have condoms?”

I winced, realizing I couldn’t trust any of the ones in my drawer. “I?—”

Wait.

Hold the fucking phones.

“Are you clean?” I asked instead, holding my breath in anticipation of his answer.

“Yeah, but?—”

“You can’t get me pregnant,” I admitted, hating the feelings that stirred in me. “I already am.”

I watched a flurry of emotions cross his features—shock, anger, confusion, resentment, and resignation—and then he reached out to grasp my hand.

“Did he force you?”

“He tricked me. Had my implant removed when I had an accident, and poked holes in all the condoms.”

His voice had a hard edge to it, one that scared me very, very much. “Does he know?”

“I don’t want it.” I don’t want him. “But I can’t leave?—”

“I’ll take care of it for you,” he declared, scooting me up on the bed as he crawled between my legs, like a predator who knew precisely what he wanted. “You want to get rid of it, I’ll help. But right now, I’m going to take advantage of the situation.”

Oh, no.

“I’m going to fuck you raw, like I always wanted to, pretty girl.”

Oh. Oh, yes.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, spreading my legs like a whore for him. I was past caring that he wasn’t the man I’d thought I was spending my life with this whole time. I didn’t care that it was technically cheating on the bastard who’d tricked me and led me on. I wanted the real thing between my thighs, I wanted his cock inside me, and I didn’t want anything between us when he finally claimed my pussy as his own. “Fuck me, Kade.”

The grin that split his lips was animalistic and sent a shiver down my spine. “Say please, Tara?—”

I gripped his hair with my hand and yanked him down to my mouth, my other hand freeing him from his pants. “Now,” I commanded, needing him to understand the urgency.

“There she is,” he groaned, his hips flexing, pressing his cock into my grip, fucking my hand with equally desperate need. “There’s the girl who knows what she wants.”

He shoved my hand off his cock and used one hand to pin my arms above my head, his other hand holding himself as he slid into me slowly, his length and width stretching me out, filling me like I’d never been filled before. I took him to the hilt, moaning through the new sensations, eager to move but afraid to be the one to start. Instead, I let him restrain me, his cock unmoving in my depths, a tease of the highest level.

“Move, Kade,” I groaned, desperate to finally know what it was like to be bedded by Arkadios Accetta, the real one. “Please.”

He flexed his hips and pulled out of me all the way to the tip, the sudden loss of his size a shock to my system. When he drove himself back in, I felt like I was splitting apart, shattered by his cock, then put back together by the stroke as he reunited with me once more.

“Fuck me, you’re so perfect,” he moaned, his pace speeding up. I reached a hand down to my clit to help him along, seeing him struggle to keep his composure, but he batted me away, returning that hand above my head, where he pinned both wrists in his grip.

He lowered his mouth to mine, and what started out as fucking turned into so much more as his pumps turned to strokes, and he made love to my mouth with his tongue in time to every single motion his lower half made.

This was heaven. This was what women meant when they said the best sex they’d ever had. And if any woman had ever let this man leave her bed and didn’t drag him right back, well, she was brain dead.

Sex like this? I’d stay in bed until they turned off the power to the house. And not even then would I let him crawl out of my bed.

Good grief, I could fuck this man as my 24/7 job and not be bored a day in my life.

“Kade,” I groaned as his free hand snaked down between us, grazing my clit gently, teasing me as I whined and squirmed on his dick.

“Have you ever been on top, Tara?”

I hesitated, hating that I was so self-conscious all of a sudden. “Once.”

“Care to try it again?”

I wanted to please him the way he’d pleased me already, so my head bobbed in agreement. “Okay.”

I didn’t even move, he simply tucked one of my legs around his hip and spun us so that he was beneath me and I sat atop him, his cock still buried inside me.

Holy shit.

From this angle, he felt so much bigger, so much more intimidating, and I could literally see myself split apart around the base of his cock. I saw where we joined together, and for some reason, that was the hottest thing my brain had ever seen. I gasped as he rolled his hips, encouraging me to move, driving his dick even further inside me.

There was no way I could do this. I couldn’t bounce on that thing?—

“Take it slow, pretty girl,” he instructed, his hands finding mine, our fingers lacing together as I watched. “Deep breaths. If it’s too much, we can stop.”

You can’t disappoint the first man to give you a mind-blowing orgasm in your life.

I rose on his cock, hating how empty I felt without him inside me, stretching me, ripping me apart. When I was as high up as I could go, I sank back down on him, clearly underestimating my ability to take a dick of this magnitude.

I bit my lip and swallowed the scream that built up inside me, choosing instead to blink back the tears and rise back up. Maybe if I took him slower this time?—

“You know you don’t have to act like some porn star, Tara. There are other ways to enjoy being on top.”

And then, the fucking god of a man he was, he showed me, his hands on my hips, guiding me as he rotated me in circles atop him, rocking me back and forth, every so often reaching over to brush a thumb against my clit, stimulate me a little more.

I leaned back, hands on his hips, and lifted myself a few inches, experimenting as he watched my pussy leave his cock, just the tip inside of me. I’d never had anyone long enough to try this with before, so I was acting entirely on instinct, and what I’d seen in porn ads as I scrolled on lonely nights hoping to see someone I could pretend was him. I rocked back down, arching my back, letting my pussy swallow him with the aid of gravity as he groaned and bit his own lip this time. Once, twice, over and over I dragged myself up the length of his cock, only to take him all the way back in, the angle hitting that same spot he’d toyed with earlier.

“You like that angle, Tara?” When I simply moaned in response, his finger flicked the tip of my clit, drawing my attention back to him. “Do you think you can take more?”

The offer confused me. “More?” There was no more. I had all of him inside me. How could he possibly?—

“Don’t tense up, pretty girl. Relax, and breathe.”

He slipped a single digit inside me alongside his cock, and if the phrase seeing stars had been a literal promise before, he certainly delivered. I moaned as it disappeared inside me inch by inch, and then the fucker did the unthinkable and wiggled it, teasing me, tempting me to move and fuck both his cock and his finger.

“That’s it, baby, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

And that was when I learned I had a praise kink.