43
Luna
“Je t’aime.”
The words spill out of me as my pussy spasms around the Bliss Xtra. My knuckles whiten on the sheets, the hand sliding the toy into my wet center trembling.
I’m not sure which I would owe my climax to; the toy or the sight of Cade sitting across from me, gloriously naked, eyes like molten lava, fist slowly gliding over his big cock.
“Mon Dieu, je t’aime, Cade.”
My hips lift off the bed as my orgasm crests, but just as my eyes begin to roll back, Cade moves. He pulls the toy out of me, leaving me gasping.
“Cade—”
Strong hands pry my knees apart, and he stares down at my pussy. “Look at you, soaked and twitching. God, you’re messy, Luciana.”
His voice is rough and gravelly sending shivers through me, dragging out my orgasm, stretching it until I’m crying out, my body spasming helplessly beneath his gaze. I can’t stop. The longer he stares, the harder I come, until it feels like all the muscles in my pelvis have been wrung dry.
Finally spent, I collapse onto the bed—only to arch again when Cade swipes his tongue along my folds, gathering the evidence of my release.
“Sweet,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my oversensitive skin.
My moan transforms into a choked cry as he spears his tongue into me. “Cade, I want you.”
“Louder, baby. Beg me like you can’t breathe without my cock splitting you in two.”
My knuckles fist into the sheets and I babble, “Please, my love. Please.”
At first, his only response is that growl, but then, like he’s lost the battle with his own need, he flips me onto my stomach, pulls me up to my knees, and sinks into me in one stroke.
The stretch is incredible. My cries muffle into the pillow—until Cade rips it away. He sets a punishing rhythm, his cock filling me completely. Then he presses the Bliss Xtra against my clit, the vibrations syncing perfectly with the pace of his thrusts.
“Fuck! Slow down.” My back bows in pleasure, but Cade holds me down and makes me take every inch.
His voice is a rough command against my spine. “How does it feel, finally making an honest businesswoman out of you?”
I can’t speak. Heat blooms across my skin, his words coiling around me like a vice. I grind my hips back against him, desperate for more just as the Bliss Xtra shifts to a higher setting. Just l ike that, my body locks. My orgasm hits like a freight train, tearing another scream from my throat.
My fingers claw at the sheets, searching for something—anything—to anchor me as the pleasure crashes through me.
“You’re so greedy,” Cade growls, his rhythm unrelenting. “Gripping my cock like you never want to let go.”
A warm splash of liquid on my ass has my eyes flying open. I gasp, but my traitorous body heats again. My pussy clenches involuntarily as a smooth object teases, then pushes against the sensitive bud of my ass. Neglected nerve endings crackle to life.
“Beautiful,” Cade murmurs, his voice dark and hypnotic, soothing me as the plug stretches me, stealing my breath as it finally settles into place.
“How does that feel?”
“Oh, God—” The words are a broken cry as my body adjusts. “It’s . . . I’m so full.”
“Too much?”
I shake my head no, but a moan betrays me. “Yes.” I don’t know what I want more: for him to pull the plug out or for him to fill me with more. Bigger.
“Fuck my ass.” The words slip out unbidden.
Cade chuckles darkly. “You have no idea how much I want that. But you’re not ready, baby.”
“I am!”
“Not yet. Not here. When I do fuck your ass, you’ll scream my name so loud they’ll hear it in hell.”
Before I can argue, his fingers find my slick folds, and every protest dissolves on my tongue. The stretch of his cock, the plug, the pressure—it’s too much, too perfect.
By the time he starts thrusting again, I’m so primed that it takes only a few deep strokes before I’m sobbing through another orgasm.
“ Christ,” Cade growls, his voice thick with lust, his hand gliding down my back to steady my hips. “You’re perfect.”
He waits until the last tremors subside before pulling out and spilling over my ass. I barely have time to catch my breath before he rolls me onto my back and enters me again.
A broken moan escapes my lips, my body too spent to do anything but take him. His lips brush my temple, his breath hot and unsteady against my skin.
“I just want to be inside you.”
I smile lazily, my hands running along the muscles of his back. “No complaints here.”
We stay like that, tangled together, his weight as comforting as his heart beating against my breast. Time feels suspended, the air between us charged with something deeper than just sex. Darker than love.
It’s trust, I realize with a start. It feels like we’re two halves of a whole.
“I thought I’d seen all of you,” Cade whispers against my damp skin. “But watching you tonight on that table, charming—dominating that room . . . That’s a fetish I didn’t know I had.”
A laugh bubbles out of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to hold him closer. “You like to see me lead?”
He brushes his nose along my jawline. “I’d give anything to see you do it. Find you a crowd, a company, hell, a small fucking country. You were made for the spotlight, Luciana.”
I preen under his words, and a goofy smile spreads across my face.
“Can I ask you something, Cade?”
“Anything.”
“You had an argument with Phoenix earlier. What was it about?”
He huffs out a laugh against my neck. “Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t take their eyes off the other.”
“Answer the question,” I insist, giving his hair a teasing tug.
He presses a kiss to my jaw. “It was mostly about running the clubhouse.”
I tilt his head back to lock eyes with him, then slowly twirl the rosary beads around my index finger. “So why did he grab this then?”
“I’ll let you guess.”
“He wants you to . . . uh, retire.”
“That’s nothing new.” Something cold flashes in his eyes. “The question is why he wants me to stop now.”
“Why?”
He braces his weight on his forearms to face me, the motion brushing his chest against my breasts. My core tightens around him involuntarily, making me achingly aware of just how hard he still is.
“Luciana, can you see me leading the Reaper Druids MC? A monster in a crown of thorns?”
My thoughts spin as his words sink in. “Phoenix wants you to take over from him?”
Cade doesn’t answer with words; he just does that subtle side-nod thing.
Something leaps inside me—joy, maybe hope.
Maybe if he takes on this role, he’ll finally stay in one place. Maybe he’ll be too occupied to chase vengeance across continents. Maybe . . .
Don’t fall. He won’t catch you.
I push Scar’s voice and my own desperate hope aside and answer truthfully.
“ I can, actually. You’re selfless. Protective. You inspire fear and devotion.” My voice softens as my fingers trace the chiseled line of his jaw. “I know I’d follow you to hell.”
“Stop it.” He growls, but I feel him throb inside me.
A smug smile curves my lips. I can’t believe how responsive this man is to my touch—my praise.
“I mean it, Cade. True, I might fight you all the way, but ultimately, I’ll obey you.”
“Luciana,” he warns, voice dropping into that dangerous timbre that makes my stomach flip.
“What?” I grin. “Can’t handle a little honesty?”
In one swift motion, he pins my wrists above my head. “Don’t play with me.”
The teasing drains from my voice when I see how much he wants my opinion. “I’m being honest. I think you’d be incredible . . .”
“But?” His focus sharpens on my mouth—like he’s trying to pull the words from me.
I take a steadying breath. “But I think you’re too wild to be contained in just one role. I mean, can you commit to something like that long-term?”
I’m no longer talking about the club, and we both know it.
His jaw ticks, and his hands flex against my wrists. “Do you really need me to answer that?”
I shrug, aiming for nonchalance and missing by a mile. “No, I don’t. I’d be an idiot to think I could compete with two decades of vengeance and blood.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Modesty doesn’t suit you, baby.”
I chuckle despite myself. “Fine. You want to know what I really think? I think you were screwed the moment you laid eyes on me at Enigma.”
“ There she is.” His grin deepens, his eyes blazing hot. “My sweet poison.”
He starts to move again, his body igniting mine in ways that make coherent thought impossible. I give myself over to it, drowning in the moment because right now, I can’t face the truth.
I’ve fallen for a man whose soul is sold to vengeance.
This is going to hurt like hell.