Chapter 11 Cade
Cade
Clara and I don’t usually talk much on nights like these.
Either she’s weighed down by the events of the day, or I am.
When we do talk, it’s about home—how much she misses her mom and Kassidy.
I don’t really have much to contribute to those conversations except about the animals.
I do miss them, probably more than anything else.
That’s not true.
I miss my mom, too.
I wonder if she thinks about me—if she even knows I’m gone.
I try not to dwell too much on it, though. It’s hard enough to get through the day without them in my mind. But Bunny wants to know. She actually wants to know who I am outside of these walls, as if I’m more than the blood covering my skin.
At first, I don’t tell her anything too deep, just where I’m from and where I ended up before here.
I can’t help but feel a little lighter when I think of the barn back home, of the animals that always seemed happier when I was around.
Maybe that was all in my head because, lord knows, that’s how I felt— more alive when they were near.
The grin that was fixed on my face falls when she whispers, “I know what that’s like.
” I take her in from my position on the floor.
I don’t even think she notices, not with the tears beading in her eyes.
Before she catches me looking, I let my head fall back onto the carpet, listening to her sniffles.
“How’d you end up here?”
The question snaps out of her mouth so quickly, with a sharp, biting tone, that it shocks me a bit. I glance back up at her, confused, but when I see the tear streak lingering on the lower half of her cheek, all prior feelings wash away.
“Come here.”
The muscles in her slender neck tighten when she jerks her head back, surprised at my command.
I half expect her to tell me to go fuck myself or say something like she did earlier.
Instead, she slinks off the chair like the droplets of water slid down her calf.
She’s fluid and graceful as she melts into place beside me.
Her gaze tracks my movements, but when I’m leaning over her, she focuses only on my lips. I wonder if her quickened breath matches the pulse racing in her neck. I wonder if she’ll let me taste it.
“If I’m going to bear all my secrets to you,” I grumble, swallowing back the need clogging my throat, “then you’re going to lie quietly and take all I have to give while I do it.”
There’s a fighter in her, but she bends beneath my touch, dissolving into the flooring with my hand locked around her jaw. I hover over her for a minute, wanting to take her in exactly like this, compliant—already falling open for me.
When I settle myself between her thighs, I ask, “What did you want to know?” But her mumblings go mute the second my lips finally touch her skin.
The natural sweetness I smelled on her comes from the vanilla burrowed deep within her flesh.
Sweet as fucking pie, as I knew she’d be, I follow the curve of her neck, drawing out my tongue to taste her.
The quiver that started in her chest breaks out all across her body as I take her wrists to pin her arms above her head. A flash of fear sparks in her eyes, and I’m ashamed to say it, but it causes my dick to jump against her opening. “Little, little Bunny. Don’t be scared.”
I’ll only hurt her if she asks.
She doesn’t, but her body speaks a language all on its own.
Shifting underneath me, Bunny spreads herself wider, unknowingly dragging her center across my sweats, allowing me to feel the heat of her.
There’s a buzzing circulating inside me that has nothing to do with the alcohol I downed.
It’s all her. Her smell. Her taste. The way she curves as she arches toward me.
Bunny’s ribs jut out as she angles upward, so I bend myself to kiss each one, to drag my lips across her velvet-covered bruises.
“Don’t move,” I order her in a long, leisured tone, slowly letting her go one finger at a time.
Testing her obedience, I wait for a second, waiting for her defiance, but she’s good for me, still and patient.
I don’t know what’s taken over me—what about Bunny brings out the feral nature I’ve tried to fend off, but I want to ravage her.
I want to tear her apart in every way possible and consume her so no one will ever see her like this again.
Without thinking, I grab the blade tucked in its place in my waistband and run it up the side of her thigh. God, that shiver dotting her perfect skin. “I said,” I grumbled, drawing it inward, “don’t move.”
Goosebumps continue to break out as I bring the blade closer to her center, but she does what she’s told and doesn’t move. Not an inch.
Not even a breath.
As I circle the space between her legs, I roll my eyes back up to her face, hoping to see the same want I feel burning across my chest. Instead, her lids are closed, hiding what I need.
“Look at me,” I breathe, inching my way up to her mouth, brushing her skin softly with mine until I reach her ear. “Look at me, pretty girl.” And God, is she pretty. “Look at me, Bunny. I want to see myself as you do when I push you open.”
Her mouth opens for me seconds before her eyes do, all that emotion trapped inside her parted gasp and gaping gaze, while the tip of my blade circles the most sensitive part of her. The power I get from it is intoxicating for a moment, but it isn’t enough. I need to feel her.
I continue to hold the blade between us, while I slip one finger inside, and when that isn’t enough, I glide in another.
I contemplate if a third is too much when she inhales a sharp, lingering, hissing moan.
Legs falling open, exposing her sweet, glistening center, Bunny continues to squirm, groaning, desperate, anguished moans.
“C-Cade,” she calls, her hand breaking free from the space above her head to brush against my shoulder. When she touches me, a spark ignites, a flame inside me, with my fingers pressed against her walls.
“Cade,” Bunny says, my name a second time, claiming it as if it were hers. She holds my stare while shifting, grinding herself against my palm and into my blade. Not enough to pierce her—but enough to sting.
“More,” she whimpers. “I want more, Cade,” the pleading continues. “Give me more.”
“More,” she repeats. “More.”
Tossing the blade somewhere behind me, I remove my fingers from inside her and take Bunny by the hips, squeezing until her muscles fold and bones mold against my shape. The clock that never stops ticking in my mind snicks faster, counting down quicker than I’d like.
For the first time, I find myself smiling. Not because I have a sexy woman beneath me—needy, spread, and ready—but because there’s a lightness in my chest. Bunny’s body is beet-red, and our bodies move like we’re out of control, but there’s laughter in the air.
No.
There’s laughter in us.
We’re laughing.
I’m laughing. I—
I didn’t think I could do that anymore.
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, but it doesn’t compare to the pressure of her lips against mine. Without wasting a moment, I open myself to swallow her tongue, tasting the moan she spills into my mouth as I press my throbbing cock against her slickness.
My hands find their way to her face, collecting the tears that fall when I slip my full length inside.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more perfect than the way she clamps herself around me, but then I’m immediately proven wrong when her hands run up my body, nails digging into my muscles while her head stretches back, releasing a growl straight from her core.
Bunny’s entire body arches and contorts while I push in and out of her heat, throwing me far over the edge with her perfect, rosy tits right beneath my lips. I don’t stand a chance, so I cave and suck her into my mouth, nipping and biting hard enough to draw my name out of her again and again.
I whisper hers in return, almost unknowingly.
Like a spell she has me under, I call out her name against her sweaty skin, driving myself inside her until we both speak in tongues.
I can feel the raised skin on her back from where the carpet dug into her.
Tracing the patterns and divots, I’m mesmerized by the satin beneath, but then she flips us over, surprising me to no end when I land on my back.
When she looks down upon me, still and rigid against my cock, I shift my hands from her tits to ass. “Well,” I prompt, kneading her tight muscles, “fuck me, Bunny. Show me what makes you so fucking special to the devil.” Though I think I already know.
The idea of his hands on her. His cock in—
The rage swells inside me, taking over all my senses, and then she sinks onto me, impaling herself on every inch. I lose myself in the feeling of her, meeting every one of her bounces with thrusts of equal force.
I don’t want to close my eyes and lose sight of her—of that wild, tangled hair or the pinch between her brows. I don’t want to miss the way her lips quiver every time I hit the sweet spot.
I don’t want to close my eyes and miss a single moment, though I’m pretty sure even if I did, I’d see her—only her—in the dark.
Her eyes are closed, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s me she’s seeing or one of the other monsters living in her mind.
The thoughts don’t last long. After a few more thrusts, Bunny’s squeezing around my cock, throwing her head back, and riding me like we’re both running out of time.
We are, I suppose.