Chapter 12 I want this girl
I want this girl
KADE
I don’t know whether wanting to fuck or console her is worse.
My cock’s rock hard and every step is agony, a reminder of how much I need to sink into her warmth. I’ve spent a few minutes in her cunt and it’s ruined me for life, or at least as long as this damn blood weave stays intact.
But the girl driving me insane looks sad, and I do not like it.
It claws away at my insides, eating at my blackened soul.
I’ve never felt remorse, never had any guilt about unleashing suffering or pain.
Yet, my eyes keep glancing over at the little witch walking beside me, and it’s taking every ounce of my resolve not to wrap my arms around her and try to comfort her.
She’s miserable.
She’s lost.
She’s a ball attached to a chain and her depression is weighing me down.
I move away and my chest tightens, the pain a sharp awakening.
The connection between us isn’t happy about my behavior and it will pull us back together, one way or the other.
The rhythm of my heart falters, growing irregular as if its chambers were caught in a vice and unable to escape the gradual tightening of the screws.
I loathe this girl. She’s so far beneath me that I can’t even bring myself to acknowledge her, and yet she’s all I want.
She’s a blight, a stain, a fucking taint, and I need to indulge every one of my fantasies with her.
My eyes lock on the horizon and I find myself contemplating indulging her fantasies too.
Gods, this is an unenviable new experience.
I’ve fucked thousands of women in my centuries of existence, but I’ve never wanted to dip my cock in any of them twice.
One night has always been enough and I’ve never cared what I had to do to get what I wanted from them.
I’ve never even considered the possibility of attachment or sentiment, and yet here I am, wondering if I can please her. Genuinely please her. Not just in bed.
I’ve always made sure they enjoyed themselves, but only because my pride wouldn’t let me off with being shit in bed.
I fuck hard and I fuck well, and I’ve broken more hearts and bodies than I can count, but it was always driven by my needs and wants.
Always to fulfill my urges and desires. Now, I recognize a different kind of desire and the need to make sure Zara enjoys herself is an inconvenience I could do without.
“Where are we going?”
Zara huffs, crossing her arms as she holds herself, and I wonder if she knows that she’s trying to comfort herself.
I doubt she knows she’s holding herself as I want to hold her, and as the blood weave urges me to hold her.
But she definitely doesn’t know that I know her magic is returning, and the little minx thinks she’s fooled me.
“Away from that cave,” I say, trying to sound measured. “We should indulge ourselves for a few minutes, Zara. Practice using our magic now that it’s changed.”
“I don’t have any,” she lies.
“Darling,” I purr, delighting in the way my voice makes her tremble, “let’s not lie to each other. We don’t want to get off on the wrong foot, not when we might have to spend an eternity together.”
She swallows and the little color in her cheeks pales. I bite my lip and fight against the almost unsuppressible urge to put some fire back again. My fingers dig into my palm as I imagine the flush spreading over her cheeks as I make her come and scream my name and shatter for me.
“I thought that tutor of yours knew how to undo this damn spell.”
Interesting.
She hasn’t denied the lie and thinks her deflection is good enough to fool me.
For now, it’ll work in my favor to let her think she’s outmaneuvered me.
Zara will be smarting now she’s realized she hasn’t tricked me and giving her another delusion to believe in will make her happier, and more compliant. And that makes her much more malleable.
“I offered no guarantee.” I let my tone convey my irritation. “I said that Malric might know how to break the blood weave, but even he might not be able to sever our connection. Ebon chains were not meant to be broken, kitten. It was a mistake to form one we’ll both regret.”
“I DIDN’T DO THIS.”
Her scream reverberates through the woods, and the trees sway to its sound. Zara’s rage is a sheer joy to behold and my delight is buried behind a carefully neutral expression. She’s fury and fire, all wild edges and untamed defiance, and watching her unravel is as intoxicating as it is dangerous.
“Oh, but you did, darling.”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT.”
I step closer, deliberately invading her space, watching her shoulders square and her chin tilt up in challenge. She doesn’t retreat—she never does. Zara would rather burn alive than back down, and as much as I despise her stubbornness, I can’t help but admire it too.
Her glare sharpens, those molten eyes flashing with disbelief and fury. “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I had anything to do with this!”
“No?” I say, soft and taunting, letting the word stretch between us like a blade poised to strike.
“You think chaos doesn’t call to chaos, Zara?
You pushed back against my magic and instead of surrendering you let your thoughts and actions become disordered.
You lost control and your power bound itself to mine, seeking control and order and reason in the madness you’d created.
You did this, darling. Accept this mess is of your making. ”
She stops, and her spine straightens. “Your power bound mine. You did this, Kade. Don’t you dare blame me for this.”
I turn and step closer, enjoying her momentary fear. I lean down, near enough that her breath mingles with mine, and I let a sliver of my own power press against her. Enough to remind her of who she’s dealing with, enough to provoke her further.
“I’ll blame you for whatever I like,” I murmur, my voice as smooth and sharp as a polished dagger. “Because whether you want to admit it, this bond wouldn’t exist if your magic wasn’t broken, wild, and completely untethered. Just like you.”
Her hand snaps out before I can stop her, and the sharp crack of her palm against my cheek rings through the air. It stings, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I laugh and its low, dangerous sound only fuels her anger further.
“Feel better?” I ask, my tone laced with mockery.
“Not even a little,” she spits, her chest heaving as she glares up at me, a tempest contained in mortal form.
Her other hand whips out, striking my other cheek and sending another burst of searing pain shooting through me.
I laugh a second time and Zara’s eyes burn so damn bright that they’re dazzling as our eyes meet and both of us refuse to look away.
For a moment, we’re locked in a silent war, the blood weave thrumming between us, feeding off the clash of our wills. Her magic stirs faintly, just a whisper, but I catch it. She’s hiding more than she lets on, and the realization makes my blood hum.
Good. I’ll let her think she’s still in control. Let her think she’s playing me. It’ll be far more interesting when she realizes she never stood a chance and her torment will taste so fucking sweet. Too damn sweet.
“Darling,” I muse.
Zara’s eyes narrow, and she dares to move her head toward me.
“Give me what I want and you can have anything you want.” My head tilts as I inhale deeply.
“Beg for it, kitten. I know you want it. I can feel it.” I lick my tongue down her face and the little slut shudders in pleasure.
“I can smell it too. Your cunt’s so wet that I could slide into it in seconds.
You feel better after a damn good fucking. ”
“You’re so vile,” she hisses.
“I know, kitten. But you can’t get enough of it. Now get on your fucking knees and beg for my cock.”
Her knees bend, and my dick quivers as she almost obeys me.
Zara thought about it and then stopped herself, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
I want her on her fucking knees and I’m going to make her do disgusting, demeaning things before I let her come.
The little witch I own is going to learn her place, and I’ll have her trained to please me in a matter of hours. Days at the most.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Zara whimpers and I want to eat that sound.
I want to swallow all the noises she makes, all her moans and cries, her pleas for mercy and her screams as she comes.
Her anger burns hotter and all it does is make the knot inside me tighten, tangling up my needs and wants until there’s no way to free myself from them. Or her.
She sways and my hand finds her arm, giving her the nudge down she needs.
Zara’s knees hit the ground and I slide my fingers through her silver hair, taking a firm grip in case she tries anything.
She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’m doing anything other than controlling every second of what comes next, and she’ll like it or she’ll learn to if she knows what’s good for her.
I tip Zara’s head back, and she doesn’t fight me. Her eyes lock onto mine and I decide they’re going to stay staring up at me as I fuck her face.
“Open, kitten.”
Her jaw ticks and the emerald green sparks with defiance. Her fight is more than I dared to dream I’d find, and the girl I hate gives me everything I ever craved as I fumble with my fly. I’m increasingly impatient and my cock’s dripping with precum by the time I yank it free from my trousers.
I tighten my grip and Zara parts her lips.
“Wider, kitten,” I growl. “My cock’s far from small and I’m going to fuck your pretty little throat.”
She tries to toss her head and I smirk, certain I know why.
“Don’t worry, Zara. I’ll be coming in your cunt after I’ve come down your throat.” I run my cock over her lips and the tip of her tongue plays with my dick. “I’m not the kind of guy who comes just once. Now fucking open wide and suck my dick like a good slut.”
My fingers pull hard as I ram my cock forward and she doesn’t even fight me. Zara surrenders and lets me slide inside her mouth, and I don’t give her the chance to adjust to my size. I groan as I sink into her and I’m damn sure I’ve found a good use for her mouth and I’m going to repeat this.
Often.
She gags and I thrust in again, barely giving her time to catch her breath. I move as I want, ignoring her moans as my cock slides down her throat. This feels too fucking good to stop and my hips move roughly as my hand holds the girl kneeling beneath me in place.
Her fingers dig into my thighs and the pain is a sharp surge that awakens me from the trance I almost succumbed to.
Her nails bite and the pain pulls me back from the ecstasy I’m chasing and I smirk, knowing it’s helping me hold off my climax.
It’ll make me last longer and that means I can take more pleasure and fuck her mouth harder.
I ram my cock into her, and her hand taps my thigh. She’s asking me to slow down and I won’t. I can’t. I’m not the type to listen and her moans turn higher pitch as she tries to pull back.
“Suck my cock like the slut you are.”
Zara gags again and I tap her face with my free hand.
“Gag again and the next slap will sting, kitten.”
She whimpers and I force myself into her mouth, holding when her face connects with my pelvis. I hold and her eyes look up at me, pleading for relief as I hold her against me. My head shakes as she blinks and begs me to stop, and I refuse to show her any mercy.
“Breathe through your nose,” I demand. “I’m going to fuck your face until you swallow every last drop of my come down that pretty little throat of yours.”
I move, and my rhythm is unhinged. Even I know it’s far too harsh, but I keep Zara in place, forcing her to look up at me.
Her eyes flood with tears before they start streaming down her face and I groan, imagining how fucking fantastic she’s going to look when she’s wearing mascara.
Gods, I want that, even if I don’t like her.
My dick jerks and my thrusts turn wild. Zara moans and gags, and I ignore every one of her protests as I chase the high I’m so desperately craving. The only other time my cock felt this good was when it was in her cunt yesterday and as my core heats I know I’m going to come hard.
My groans deepen, my balls draw up and I’m coming to drown the girl in my come. I stare down at her and watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, taking pleasure as her tears flow freely.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
She blinks and I don’t care if she understands. I’m lost in pleasure and I don’t care what she wants anymore. This is about me and I’m selfish enough to take everything that I need with fuck all regard for the witch kneeling at my feet.
“Eyes on me, kitten. Swallow my come like a good girl.”
Pleasure explodes through me as my dick jerks and my orgasm shatters my sanity.
I ram my dick all the way down her perfect throat and grind against her face, making sure every last drop pours into her.
Zara gags and swallows frantically, trying to keep up as I overwhelm her and I wait until I’m sure she’s taken all of my climax before I withdraw.
She tips her head back, still defiant, and smirks.
Fuck, I want this girl. I want her more than is reasonable. More than is rational. I’m going to punish and abuse her, and she’s going to love every second of the agony and ecstasy I bring her.
I’m going to brand her with my mark if I can’t break this blood weave. It’ll protect her with my magic, but more importantly, it’ll make damn sure that every fucker knows she belongs to me. I want to see my seal on her skin, knowing I put it there. Certain she’s mine every time I sink into her.
Gods, I’m going to lose myself in whatever the hell this madness is that exists between us.