Chapter 14
Juliette
When his jaw dropped and he stared at me—at the proof of my need—it gave me a little courage. Just enough.
“I’ve been a very bad girl, Officer Kade,” I murmured.
His eyes snapped up to mine, and there it was—that feral look. The same one from that night. The one that melted my spine and made my pulse stutter.
“Is that right, Ms Morgan?”
I nodded, slowly.
I bit my lip when I saw the tip of his cock peeking out from beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear.
“When I was nine, I shouted across the playground to my teacher—Mrs McGeever the Beaver—because she had buck teeth. It was a dare.”
He paused, brow raised.
“That’s your confession? That’s the worst thing you’ve done?”
“My penance was to become a teacher.”
“You’re so fucking adorable, you know that?” he said with a grin.
And just like that, all the panic—being single, being pregnant—melted away, replaced by the sudden warmth blooming in my chest.
“That’s just the beginning of a long list of confessions, Officer,” I said as he moved closer.
“We’ll take them one at a time, Ms Morgan,” he drawled, tracing his fingers slowly down my thighs. “And each one’s going to end with my come dripping out of you.”
I closed my eyes as his fingers brushed over my core. He spread me open with a quiet, reverent sound in his throat.
“Just like I remember. Pretty and pink on the inside.”
His fingers stayed there, just resting—cruelly still—until I arched my back, trying to make him move.
“Oh, you want this, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and sinful, like he already knew every filthy thought running through my head. “You gonna beg for it, sweetheart?”
I opened my mouth to say something sharp, but all I managed was a broken whimper when he finally slid one thick finger between my folds, dragging it slowly from front to back.
“God, you’re soaked,” he muttered, almost to himself, like he’d forgotten I was listening. “This pussy’s greedy for me. Missed me, didn’t you?”
He circled my clit with maddening precision—not fast, not slow, just enough to make me twitch. My legs trembled, my hands curling into the sheets, but he never gave me more than that infuriating tease.
“Say it,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over my skin. “Say you missed me inside you.”
I clenched my jaw. Refused.
He hummed, then dipped his finger inside me, knuckle-deep, curling it just so.
My mouth fell open in a silent cry.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, adding a second finger. “Body’s more honest than your mouth, little mama.”
His rhythm was slow—deliberate. Every curl of his fingers hit that devastating spot inside me while his thumb rolled soft, lazy circles over my clit. I felt my thighs start to shake, my stomach fluttering with the kind of pressure that made my toes curl.
“Kade,” I gasped, reaching for his arm.
His hand stilled.
“No,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Not until you ask nicely.”
My legs trembled, hips twitching beneath his hand as he kept me right on the edge—cruel and smug and perfectly in control. His fingers curled again, a devastating little twist that had my vision white at the edges.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Not good enough,” he murmured, lips grazing my inner thigh. “You want to come, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to beg like you mean it.”
I sucked in a breath and pressed my head back against the pillows, pride warring with need.
“Kade—”
He pulled his fingers out. Completely.
“No—no!” My hands scrambled for him, helpless and desperate. “Please, I’m sorry, I—”
He raised a brow. Waiting.
I bit my lip, eyes burning. But the need was stronger than the shame now.
“Please, Kade,” I breathed. “I need to come… I need you to make me come. I’ll be good, I promise. Just—please. I need your fingers, your cock, anything—I’ll take anything you give me, just don’t stop. Please.”
That earned a wicked grin.
“Good girl.”
He slid back into me—two fingers, deep and sure. His thumb found my clit again, but this time there was no teasing. Just purpose. Power. Precision.
I moaned when he pulled away again.
But he was pushing his boxers down and it was the first time I saw him. It made me understand how I got pregnant. My womb never stood a chance.
He slapped the heavy weight of his cock against my pussy. The sound—wet and obscene—sent a shiver through me. My feet slipped at the edge of the mattress, but I held my legs open, thighs trembling under the strain.
“My greedy little pussy,” he mused, watching me. “You hold that position.”
I nodded, breath caught in my throat.
Then I felt him—his cockhead sliding along my opening. Once.
Twice.
A tease. A threat. A promise.
Then he pushed in.
No warning. No hesitation.
I gripped beneath my knees and pulled, offering myself to him completely.
No protection. Just us. Flesh to flesh. Skin to skin.
“Is this what you needed, Juliette?”
“Yes. O-Officer,” I stuttered.
He moved over me, and his hands slid beneath my back. One quick flick, and my bra came undone.
“I want to see every inch of you,” he growled, pushing the lace up and over my breasts, baring me to his gaze.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Fuck, look at you.”
He drove deeper as his hands came up to squeeze my breasts together, kneading like he couldn’t decide which he wanted more—me or the view.
Then his tongue found my nipple—hot, wet, and greedy.
I gasped, arching beneath him, but he just laughed low in his throat and sucked harder, his hips grinding into mine.
“Eyes on me, little mama,” he murmured against my skin. “You’re going to remember exactly who owns this body.”
My mind screamed yes, but all I could do was feel.
The stretch.
The heat.
The overwhelming way he filled me—claiming, spreading, owning.
His hips began to move, deliberate and deep, grinding inside me like he wanted to leave a permanent imprint.
“Yeah, take it,” he rasped, his voice dark and frayed at the edges. “My come-loving slut. Take every inch I give you.”
His breath was hot against my clavicle, sending a shiver down my spine just before he licked the skin, then bit down. Not hard—just enough to make me whimper. My legs shook as I clung to the backs of my knees, holding myself open for him.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “You know who you belong to.”
And when he pulled back only to drive in harder, deeper, my mind shattered around a single truth—I was already his.
He buried his face beside mine, his breath hot against my ear, and began to slam into me.
Hard.
Unrelenting.
Every slick slap of his body against mine echoed in the room—wet, filthy sounds punctuated by his grunts and my broken moans. It was chaos and heat, and I was lost in it.
Each thrust pushed deeper, harder, until it felt like he was in my belly. The ache was unbearable and addictive all at once. I needed more. I needed all of him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, clutching his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as his savage rhythm drove the air from my lungs. My whimpers turned to cries, high and breathless, as he fucked me like he was trying to brand his name inside me.
“That’s it, little mama,” he growled against my skin, voice wrecked and ragged. “You take it so damn well.”
“Yes,” I cried, arching my back as I raised my hips to meet him.
“You’ll take me every single day. Just. Like. This.”
He slammed so deep into me that, with each thrust, I felt his heavy balls slap against my pussy. I began to shake, my muscles tightening around him as I gasped for air. I came so hard my hips bucked beneath him.
“Argh,” he roared in my ear as he came.
I was still contracting around him, milking him as jets of hot cum coated my insides.
The room settled into silence—only our panting remained.
Yeah, I was his.
But that also meant his ass was mine. I slid my hand down to said ass.
It was a mighty fine one, at that.