Chapter 18
Juliette
Damn firemen.
I had no idea how long he’d teased me for—but I’d have said anything to end my misery.
I should’ve known he couldn’t take a joke, not after my dance with Nathan.
And yet… here I was, playing with fire all over again.
He finally pushed into me.
There was no resistance. No sting.
Just a slow, perfect stretch.
The thick head slipped right in, and I exhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours.
The helplessness of wearing his handcuffs only reminded me of his feral behaviour the night we met.
“Yeah, my perfect little fuckhole,” he murmured. “You know how good it feels to fall asleep with my cock stuffed inside you?”
My cheeks burned against the pillow.
“No,” I whispered.
“Like a slice of heaven on earth,” he growled—then drove his hips forward until I cried out in bliss.
“And this ass,” he groaned, grinding against me until I felt every last inch of his cock. “I’ve dreamt about it for weeks.”
I rolled my hips, pushing back until his balls rested flush against me.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed. “That’s my good girl. Give me that cunt.”
He leaned over me, pressing my cuffed hands against the small of my back.
“And if you weren’t already pregnant,” he snarled, “I’d make damn sure you were. Because you’re mine, Juliette. All mine.”
I grunted, clenching around him so hard he hissed through his teeth and pulled back. The mattress shifted beneath me, and I braced myself.
He was serious. And I didn’t care.
Something deep inside me wanted to belong—somewhere, with someone.
To be claimed.
To have a connection that felt like more than survival.
I wanted to thrive.
He pushed back in—slow, deliberate—then pulled out again, leaving me chasing him.
Each time, I felt the tip of his cock slip away, only to return just enough to drive me mad.
“Please, Kade. I need you,” I cried, not caring how desperate I sounded.
“Now you know how I feel—all the time,” he said, curling his fingers around my forearm.
I held my breath, waiting and he moved. I barely had time to brace myself.
Fast, deep and brutal thrusts.
Each one knocked the breath from my lungs. My arms strained in the cuffs as he slammed into me—over and over—until my mouth hung open, drool sliding past my lips and soaking his pillow.
He fucked me like he was making up for every second he’d been forced to wait. And I took it. Every punishing inch. Every filthy word.
Because I was his.
And he knew exactly what I needed.
He didn’t stop.
Not when my legs trembled.
Not when the cuffs bit into my wrists.
Not even when I gasped his name like it was the only word I remembered.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice wrecked from restraint. “Take it. Take all of me.”
He gripped my hips and shifted the angle—deeper, sharper. I sobbed into the pillow, nearly folding as pleasure burst through me in waves.
And still he moved, slick and relentless.
No one had ever taken me like this.
No one had ever owned me like this.
He leaned down, sweat-slicked skin branding my spine, mouth hot on my ear.
“You want a break?” he murmured.
I shook my head so fast I almost choked on a moan.
He laughed softly, cruelly.
“That’s my greedy girl.”
He shifted behind me, withdrawing just enough to make me whimper.
Then his hands curled beneath my hips and he dragged me up—slow and firm—until I was on my knees again, face still buried in the pillow, wrists still cuffed behind my back.
I barely had time to brace myself before he drove back in.
Deep.
Hard.
Like he was carving himself into me.
The sound that tore from my throat was nothing short of guttural.
“That’s it,” he groaned, one hand sliding up my spine. “Look at you. Fucking perfect like this.”
My thighs trembled, slick and shaking as he pounded into me from behind.
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
All I could do was feel—him, us, everything.
His fingers returned to my clit, skilled and focused, circling just right.
He knew my body.
I felt the build in my belly. The burn. The ache.
And then it hit—
Hard and bright and blinding.
I cried out, my whole body locking as I shattered around him, legs spasming uncontrollably.
He held me steady, groaning my name like a prayer as I pulsed around his cock, over and over. When the wave finally let me go, I slumped forward, only the cuffs keeping my arms behind me as I melted into the bed.
He didn’t move.
He stayed inside me, until he finished.
“Good girl,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “That’s what you needed, huh?”
I couldn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
He already knew.
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I was half-asleep after he’d taken me again, leaving himself embedded inside me like the freak that he was.
His fingers travelled lazily along my ribcage before reaching my breasts.
“I can’t wait to see these heavy with milk,” he whispered.
“You’ve got a long wait,” I muttered.
“You should move in with me.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Hear me out. It doesn’t need to be immediate, but you’re going to need help in the late stages of pregnancy. Vera had a difficult time. It was touch and go for a while.”
I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“I’ll consider it,” I said with a frown.
My little apartment was my first place after leaving my parents, and I loved it.
He began to roll my nipple between his fingers, making me clench around him.
“Good girl,” he murmured as my eyes fluttered closed.
I could get used to sleeping like this.