Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kade
“Kade, you’re going to get me in trouble,” Isabelle whispers, moving closer so she can grab my arm.
“You were already in trouble, Lolita. Right from the moment you kissed me.” I flash her a wicked smile and take her hand in mine, pulling her down the moonlit path in the woods.
“You’re right.” The silver moon shines on her face, brightening her eyes. “Everything with you equals trouble. Even a kiss.”
“You’re not wrong.” I chuckle.
She tries not to smile but fails. I watch her and get lost in how fucking beautiful she is. I’m completely and utterly transfixed by her. Not just obsessed anymore with wanting to own her. Now that I’ve had that taste I craved so badly, I’m fucking hooked.
The universe threw a curveball at me, and I caught it. Then I ran with it as fast as I would with a football to the end zone. My grandfather would call it a trick of Hermes, the Olympian god who was considered to be a divine trickster.
Shit will come back to screw with me in the morning because I’ve now broken all my rules for this girl.
This thing we have is a problem for me in more ways than one. But it’s not tonight’s problem. All I want to do tonight is be inside her as many times as possible.
From the instant I slid my dick into her body, I knew once wasn’t going to be enough. So, by the time we left the art studio, I had an itinerary planned out on what I was going to do to keep her with me for the rest of the night.
I’ve already had her in my bed twice and feasted on her on the dinner table, then my twisted mind thought of bringing her out here. This will be round four. The little doll just doesn’t know it yet.
Isabelle thinks we’re going on a mini adventure, but I’m planning to live out another one of my dark fantasies.
It’s just past two in the morning, and we’re heading to the court of Niflheim—the court to hell. Synonymous of Viking hell. It’s the place where the Knights hold executions for the most grievous of crimes.
It’s off limits to students, but they’re down here all the time making out, skinny-dipping in the secret pool, hosting private parties and fucking around— literally .
The place is the perfect breeding ground for wildness because it’s forbidden. People always do what they’re not supposed to. It makes it more tempting.
As I’m not exactly the kind who plays by rules I don’t need, I’ve been here several times.
Even though I have ulterior motives for bringing Isabelle out here and I like getting her to be bad with me, I thought she could do with something to take her mind off whatever is troubling her. The thing she won’t tell me.
I’m the pot, and she’s now the kettle.
We’re both the same shade and keeping secrets from each other. Secrets that seem to hurt us both.
I’m dealing with mine in my own fucked-up way, but I know she’s not okay. I also know she’s not going to tell me what’s wrong with her.
Whatever it is, I believe it has something to do with Parker. I’ve never seen her cry before. In just this one week he’s been here, she’s fallen apart twice.
Since she won’t tell me the truth, the only other person I can ask is Parker. And that would be crossing the line. That doesn’t mean I won’t do it if I have to.
Something strange is going on, and I’m going to find out what it is.
We head deeper down the path, and she looks around us, taking in the thick vines of the trees. In the summer, this place looks like the enchanted forest, but in the winter, it could be the haunted gateway between heaven and hell.
We step on some twigs, and the crackling sound sends a cluster of crows flying out of a nest. Isabelle yelps and jumps into my arms, clinging to my shirt for dear life.
“It’s okay, Lolita. It’s just birds,” I assure her, stroking her cheek.
She looks up toward the sky, and we both watch the crows soaring above us, flapping and screeching against the moon. The black on silver looks like a live gothic painting, adding to the ominous setting of the campus grounds.
“Kade, maybe we should turn back.”
She’s scared. Scared of the dark, scared of the ghosts who roam the campus, and still scared of me.
The devious part of me likes her like this. Even if she is scared of me, when she’s like this, she becomes the frightened little mouse who needs me.
Better the devil you know than the ones you don’t. Hence her allowing me to hold her hand while we walk down the forbidden paths of Raventhorn
“Can’t turn back now.” I grin back at her.
“This place is creepy as hell. I can see why it’s out of bounds. And I think this place is haunted.”
“The entire campus is haunted, Lolita.”
She winces. “Well, this place is Drag Me Down to Hell, Omen 2, Exorcist, Jeepers Creepers, Amityville Horror haunted.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Woman, your choice of movies worries me. I always thought you were more of a Bridget Jones or Love Actually kind of girl.”
“I am. I just happen to know my horror films. This feels like we’re walking around in one, so if you were hoping to terrify me, mission accomplished.”
“We can’t go back the way we came. Lord Vladmir would have taken his shift, and nothing gets past him.” Lord Borgia always falls asleep on his shift. That’s how we were able to get down here. “If we go back that way and Vlad catches us, he’ll send us straight to the Bratva compound for the next three months.”
She glares at me as if I just hit her and spoke an alien language. “Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke.” I smirk and tug on her hand so we can continue walking.
“You’re telling me we could end up in prison for three months just for walking around here?”
I bring her knuckles to my lips and kiss them. “Don’t worry, I hear they go easy on you for first-time offences. You get a bed and a pot to piss in.”
“That’s not funny, Kade.”
“Like I said, I don’t joke.”
“Oh God. I’m already in enough trouble. I can’t go to prison, much less the Bratva compound, and?—”
I stop her with a kiss and relish the feeling of her soft, plump lips on mine. Fuck me. I shouldn’t be doing things like this if I don’t want to get sucked further down the rabbit hole. But that’s not in my nature. I always keep going in the face of danger. Always keep moving until I get what I want.
She will be no different, even if she’s the death of me.
I pull out of the kiss, and she presses her lips together as if tasting the remnants of my kiss.
“Come on, Lolita. Be bad with me.” I taunt, crooking my finger to beckon her to follow me. Like the curious lamb she is, she obeys.
“How do you know what the Bratva compound looks like?” she asks after a few beats of silence. “I always thought you might have gone to prison, or something like that.”
“I did.”
Although she looks at me, I keep my head straight.
“Really?”
“Juvie.”
“What did you do?”
“Set fire to the school gym and burned it to the ground, then I beat a teacher to a bloody pulp.” I look back at her. She looks shocked.
“What happened?”
“Shit.” Shit I don’t want to think about now because it’s all to do with my parents. And I don’t want to think about her in relation to what happened to them. “The teacher said some stuff I didn’t like about my parents. It was just after I lost them.” I’ll give her that much.
“I’m sorry.”
Her soft voice and expression of sorrow sink into me more than it did the other night when she said she was sorry to hear about my grandfather. Although she doesn’t know what happened to my parents, hearing her say sorry feels like she’s sorry for that, too. I know she would be if she knew.
“Thanks.”
“People said stuff about my mom all the time, too. And I guess it’s no secret that we’re considered outcasts among Knight families.”
“That’s bullshit.” I say that, but I know what she means, and she’s right.
It is bullshit, though. Senior Knights or male heirs of elite families can marry whoever they want, but women can’t. They’re bound to marry whomever their fathers choose for them. I’ll be damned if I ever treat my kid like that.
“At one point, I thought that’s what you thought of me.”
I look at her again and realize why she thinks that. It’s because of that party. The first one where I told her she was beneath me.
I shouldn’t have said that. I go crazy with anything to do with my parents, and I’d just found out she’d implanted the code at the gallery. Although I didn’t have all the details at that point, I was so mad at her and mad that she could be the missing link. I was mad because I didn’t want her to be.
I wanted to be wrong, even at the expense of another failed attempt.
“No. I never did.”
She gazes up at me, and I see the question in her eyes— what did I do to you?
I’ve tortured her the way I wanted to. The problem now is when she finds out, this ends. I know it would. Before, it almost didn’t matter, but now that I want her, it does.
“Anything else I should know before I continue down this dark path with you?” She switches the mood back with the lightness in her tone.
I release her hands and walk backwards so I can face her. “You won’t be able to walk in the morning when I’m done with you.”
She blushes again. “That’s not a good thing.”
“You’ll think it’s good. Sometimes pain is pleasure. You’ll see what I mean the next time I fuck you raw.”
She swallows hard, and her pulse leaps against the skin of her elegant neck. “You’re like this all the time, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Get used to it, Lolita.”
“Used to it?”
“Used to it.”
“What about the host of women you’re supposed to use those boxes of condoms on?”
I smirk and shake my head. “No. There is no host of women. And for the record, we’re not using condoms. I’m clean, and you’re on the pill.”
Her brows furrow. “How did you know that?”
“I told you; I know everything about you.” I tug on her arm again, and she seems to loosen up. “Come on, we’re nearly there.”
We reach the entrance two minutes later, and I disable the camera at the entrance. This is the only one we need to worry about. The other cameras focus on the sections outside of the courtyard.
Once I’m done, I open the metal gate by picking the lock. This section of the campus is the oldest and doesn’t have the modernized security systems like the rest of the campus. I have a feeling that if they could, the entire campus would be like this. The Knights are old school and live in the past. I can’t say I blame them.
My grandfather was like that. Always talking about the ancient Greeks and family traditions that came from olden times. He hated modern life.
Isabelle and I walk through the gate and into the courtyard, where we’re greeted by old stone archways and walls covered in vines.
In the center is the platform where the execution ritual is carried out.
Isabelle looks at it with worried eyes. “I wonder when they used that platform.”
“Ten years ago. A senior Knight went on a vengeance spree for a business deal gone wrong and slaughtered fifteen families including their kids.”
“That’s evil.”
“I hear he’s the worst of the ghosts here.” I grin at her
“Kade, I’m scared enough as it is.”
“No need to be scared when you’re with me. Let me show you the fun parts.”
I lead her through the courtyard and around to the secret pool, which is actually more like a spring. Across from it is a stone statue of an angel holding a broad sword, guarding the entrance to the catacombs. Next to that is a cobbled pathway leading to a little waterfall that goes into the caves.
To look at it, you wouldn’t think we were still in Boston. It looks like something from a mythical place.
On seeing our enchanting surroundings, Isabelle’s face lights up and all traces of her fear fade. “Wow. This is absolutely beautiful. I never expected it to look like this.”
“This is where all the cool kids hang out.”
“I can see why. What do we do now?”
“Take our clothes off. First, we play, then we go for a swim.”
Her eyes widen and her smile flatlines. “What? Out here? We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.”
“Someone could find us.”
“No, they won’t. It’s just us out here. Out here under the moon, on an old ritual ground.” I tug on the hem of her skirt, eager to get her naked again. “Take your clothes off for me, Isabelle.”
I hold her gaze, staring deeply into those beautiful bright eyes that have started to trust me.
Taking a deep breath, she nervously lifts her top over her head. I watch her, watch the tremor in her hands, watch the timid expression splay across her face. I commit it to memory. The same way I do with the vision of her undoing her bra and releasing her gorgeous breasts.
My dick hardens at the sight of her, topless in her little skirt, and I can’t resist. I reach out and pull her flush against me.
“I’m going to lick every inch of your body,” I whisper into her ear.
“You already did that.”
“I’m going to do it again. And again. And again.”
She gives me a full smile. It’s the first time she hasn’t tried to hide her smiles from me.
I finish the job of taking off her skirt, and I enjoy crouching down and sliding her panties down her smooth slender legs.
This is how the fantasy begins in my head, with her naked in the moonlight. Except the real-life Isabelle looks better than anything I could ever create in my mind.
Real-life Isabelle is a goddess. She is the incarnate of Artemis, goddess of the hunt. Strong, beautiful, and wise.
And here I am, like Hades, worshipping at her feet.
With my eyes riveted to hers, I kiss my way up her legs to the smooth mound of her pussy. Her breath catches, and I enjoy watching the slight bounce of her breasts as she tries to calm her breathing.
I bury my face in her cunt and tongue her clit, feeling the little nub harden. Dragging my tongue over her wet folds, I lick her bare pussy, pushing her thighs apart so I can take in more of her.
“Oh, God,” she moans out loud in response, and I continue kissing my way up to her stomach, her breasts, and her lips. There I kiss her like I’m starving for her, and she does the same to me.
I return to her breasts, taking one into my mouth and covering the nipple with my tongue. Flicking the hard bud, I suck and nibble the flesh while fondling the neglected breast.
Her head falls back as she moans again, her body shaking and her breaths ragged and shallow.
“You love my mouth on you.”
“Yes,” she murmurs.
She tugs on my sweater between kisses, running her fingers over the flat of my stomach. “Your turn. I… want to see you, too.”
There she is—the goddess . This isn’t the shy girl speaking anymore. This is the same girl who set my motorcycle on fire and wanted to bust my ass.
I oblige her, taking off my clothes. Her eyes scan my body, roaming over my tattoos then landing on my fully erect cock.
The shy girl peeks through again, so I give her a hand by taking her hand and guiding it to my cock. I close her dainty fingers around my length and guide her to stroke me.
“I’d love nothing more than that mouth of yours on my cock.”
“I’ve… um… never done that before. I’m not sure I’ll do it properly.”
I don’t know what stroke of luck came my way, but I’m living for it. It’s like this girl was saved for me. Just for me. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know to please me. Now get on your knees.”
She releases my cock and lowers to her knees. The top of her hair glows in the soft light from the moon when she tilts her head up and wraps her fingers around my length again.
Her touch makes my heart beat faster. She opens her little mouth and takes me deep inside.
Pleasure shoots up and down my body, and I groan.
She starts sucking, her head bobbing up and down my length. It feels fucking amazing. I close my eyes as my balls draw up, and I savor everything she gives me. There’s no need to teach her anything; she knows what she’s doing.
I gaze back down at her, looking at her perfect breasts bouncing as she sucks me.
My pulse throbs in my neck nearly as fast as the blood rushing to my dick, and I know I’m going to come. I just want to do it inside her.
“I need you now.” I pull out of her mouth and lift her to stand, then I take her over to the cave wall.
The waterfall flows down our bodies, but neither of us cares about the coldness.
I press her up against the wall and bend her over. “I want you like this.” I force her legs apart, and she glances back at me over her shoulder. “Ready for me, Lolita?”
“I’m ready.”
I drag my cock across her wet slit, then thrust inside of her tight pussy.
“Kade…” she groans, pushing against the wall.
I pull out and slide back in again, picking up pace. “You’re perfect, Isabelle. You feel so fucking good.”
I drive her into and fuck her raw and dirty, pounding into her pussy harder and faster. Her tits bounce back and forth and her body molds into mine, moving with every thrust.
“Fucking fuck,” I groan.
I’m going to come. I can feel it. Not a second later, I come with one final thrust.
Every muscle in my body tightens, and I feel my release everywhere. From the top of my head down to my toes.
She feels it, too. Her legs give, and I catch her, slipping my arm around her.
I pull out of her and allow my cum to leak down her thighs, then I turn her to face me.
A small smile plays on her face. “Still with me?”
“Yes.”
“Want to do that again?”
“Hmmm hmmm.”
“After we swim.”
I scoop her up, and before she can protest, I jump in the cold spring water with her. She shrieks and laughs.
I swear I could listen to that sound forever.
It hits me then that I want to keep her forever.
However, forever is cut short hours later, after I fall asleep with her in my bed.
I wake to bright sunlight spilling through my windows and her empty space beside me.
She’s gone, and she took the fantasy with her.
But Isabelle Kolyav left another mark on me.
A mark deep inside the layers of my skin and my dark, dark soul, and I know I’ll never be able to get her out of my head.