Chapter 29
Everything goes dark
ZARA
Kade stares at me and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to think. I’m not sure I even know what to believe anymore and my instincts tell me I need to run. I should put as much space between the two of us as possible and pull my shit together.
This has to stop.
He wants me to choose him, but I don’t know if I can. I’m not sure if I have any free will anymore, between the blood weave and those chiseled cheekbones and the way his eyes look at me with an intensity that makes me shudder.
The warlock watching my every move is a problem, and he’s trying to make me think he isn’t one.
“Kitten?” His voice is soft, but that only makes this worse.
I should laugh. I should sneer and remind him that I don’t need anyone. I’ve broken a sigil, and I’ve fought my way through worse than this. But I can’t summon the words, and I hate myself for it.
Instead, my silence stretches on, and I see the victory gleaming in his eyes.
Damn.
I cross my arms, stepping back just enough to put space between us, though not nearly enough to feel safe.
He doesn’t follow, but I can still feel the ghost of his fingers against my arm.
My skin tingles where he touched me, and I can’t decide if I want him to do it again or if I want to rip his hand off next time he tries.
“I didn’t ask for your help,” I finally say, though my voice sounds weaker than I intended. “I’m not starting now.”
He looks undeterred. Amused. Smug.
It’s infuriating.
He walks toward me and I back up into the wall. Kade lifts his arm and places it above me, resting his weight on it as he leans in. The heat from him spreads through my core and it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels right, and I shudder again, desperately clinging to the belief I can make this choice.
The blood weave ties me to him, but it also makes him mine.
It gives me an edge, a way to monitor his thoughts and motives, even if it costs me my freedom.
He can use it against me, but he’s forgotten I can manipulate him as well, and it means he cannot hurt me.
If we destroy it, I lose that connection.
I’ll lose that advantage. I’ll lose the chance to know what he’s hiding, and what he wants.
“You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?” I say, finally meeting his gaze with as much steel as I can muster.
He smirks. “I think we both know how this ends, Zara.”
My heart stumbles, and I force myself not to look away.
I want to hate him for being right. I want to hate him for making me feel like my world is spinning out of control, and he’s the only thing keeping me tethered.
But most of all, I hate that a small, treacherous part of me doesn’t want it to stop.
His fingertip glides down my center like a fire burning through a winter’s night.
“Such a pretty fucktoy,” he muses.
I grit my teeth and push against his chest, my hand trembling with the effort to keep him at bay.
His words cut through me like a blade, reminding me of the tangled mess we were caught in.
The ebon chain may hold us together, but I don’t want it to dictate my choices.
I don’t want to be a pawn in this game, no matter how tempting it seems.
And Kade is a world of temptation wrapped in anger, every glance and word designed to pull me deeper. His dark eyes hold promises I don’t want to decipher, and his smirk is a weapon aimed straight at my resolve.
“You can push all you want, Zara,” he says softly, his voice a low, velvet murmur that dances along my nerves. “But you and I both know we’re going to fuck.”
My chest tightens, and for a moment, the air between us feels too thin, like I’m drowning in him.
The lines between enemy and ally have blurred, and I feel the pull of his magic lacing with mine, creating something more potent than any drug.
This is more than physical attraction, and my anger slips through my fingers like sand on a beach as his hand glides over me.
His touch is a promise and a threat, a reminder of his power and control.
And as much as I want to deny it, part of me revels in the danger, and the thrill and rush of losing myself to him. He isn’t safe but he offers me safety, and I can’t resist him.
I gasp as his words reverberate through me.
It’s a confession, a warning, and a challenge all in one.
Kade’s eyes remain locked on mine as they darken and hunger floods through them.
He’s as overcome with desire and need as I am, and knowing he wants me as much as I want him scares me more than anything.
“Crawl to my bed.”
I shudder and shake my head.
“Now, Zara.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as my clit throbs between my legs.
My body betrays me, reacting to his every move, his every word, and the heat spreading through my core has me snatching at air.
He doesn’t let me escape, dropping his head as he closes the distance, smothering me in his aura as I struggle to breathe.
“You want this,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You know you do. Now crawl to my fucking bed like a good little whore or I’ll be forced to treat you like a dirty little slut.”
My body shivers uncontrollably, and a jolt of pleasure rips through me.
Kade presses against me and my hand runs down his chest, encouraging him instead of pushing him away.
“You want to be a dirty fucking slut?” he hisses. “Gods, Zara, you’re such a fucking filthy whore, aren’t you?” His grip on my arm tightens and my legs tremble as I feel the strength in his muscles while he holds me against him.
He pulls me toward him and pushes me onto the bed, his eyes alight with a mixture of lust and determination.
Kade climbs on top of me and his hips press against mine, making me moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.
He kisses me roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.
His erection digs into my core, and I struggle to remember why I’m resisting him. His weight sinks and his dick throbs against me, begging for release. I need it too, my body pleading with him to take control and fill me with his cock.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into his ear, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Kade growls, his hands shaking as he shreds my clothes, pulling them off me in seconds. He looks at me with a mix of hunger and desperation, unable to believe I’m offering myself to him, and his eyes betray him, telling me he wants this just as much as I do.
He doesn’t hesitate, stripping himself as fast as he stripped me, revealing his body that’s perfect for fucking.
The tattoos adorning his chest and arms mark him as more powerful than most, and the sight of them sends my arousal soaring.
His body is a temple of desire and lust, hard muscle and slick skin, and I can’t resist him any longer.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Not a fucking chance,” he hisses, lowering his head onto my breasts. “If you want my cock, you earn it.”
His hand wraps around my throat and I don’t fight him, enjoying the sensation as my excitement builds.
His mouth leaves a trail of fire on my skin as he moves over my chest, playing with my breasts until I’m squirming underneath him.
He bites and sucks until his teeth graze my nipple and my breath hitches as his bite turns vicious and pain rips through me.
Kade’s marking me, claiming me—and the thought excites me more than I’d like to admit. He’s my worst enemy and deepest desire, and as he presses himself against me, every inch of his body demands submission, and I enjoy being the filthy whore he wants me to be.
I want him to take me hard, to fuck me into oblivion. I want him to own me, and I want to give myself to him. I want the pleasure and the pain of him, and I want to bend and break under his command.
“Who owns you, Zara?”
“Please,” I whimper again, pleading with him to take me.
Kade laughs lightly and the sound sends a shiver down my spine. “You earn my cock, kitten. Now, who owns your cunt?”
I shake my head.
“Admit it,” he growls.
I don’t want to.
Not even to myself.
“Whose whore are you?” he asks.
Damn. His. I’m his whore, and it’s inescapable.
“Yours,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Kade’s eyes darken, and his grip on my throat tightens slightly. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers, “Who owns your cunt?”
I swallow, aware of the power shift between us. “You.”
“Good,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Now show me just how much you want my cock.”
Kade’s hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him. His erection throbs against my core as he kisses me roughly, claiming my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I moan into the kiss, feeling his dominance seeping into every part of me, and all I want is more.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, feeling its thickness and length under my fingers.
He groans into the kiss, his hips bucking against me in response.
I stroke him gently, teasing him with the promise of more.
His cock turns impossibly hard and leaks precum as I tease him, desperate to make him feel some of the same agony he’s inflicting on me.
Kade wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to give him what he wants, and I moan in frustration, begging for anything he’ll give me.
Kade pulls away from the kiss, his eyes glazed with desire as he looks down at me.
“You’re a dirty little slut, Zara,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Just like I knew you would be.”
My teeth grate my lower lip as his eyes pin me to the bed.
“What are you, Zara?” he asks.
“Yours.”
My core ripples with excitement and my heart speeds up in anticipation as Kade’s eyes narrow and threaten unbridled violence. I’m not getting what I want until he gets what he wants, and what he wants is my submission.
“I’m yours, Kade. Please, fuck me.”
“Such a needy little whore,” he rasps. “What are you?”
I swallow. “A needy little whore.” I squirm. “Your needy little whore.”
Kade’s eyes flash dangerously as he looks deep into my soul.
He grips my arms, lifting me off the bed as I whimper again.
His lips crash down onto mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as his hips grind against me, his cock pressing against my core.
I moan into the kiss, my body arching towards him, desperate for his touch.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“You’re mine, Zara,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re going to take every inch of me and scream my name.”
I nod frantically, unable to speak as lust courses through my veins. Kade smirks, satisfied with my submission as he positions himself and starts to tease my clit.
“Please,” I beg.
“When I’m fucking ready, slut.”
I shudder and he runs his cock through me, drawing out the agony as the ache inside me increases. Kade’s making a point, showing he’s in control, and his cock throbs as he holds back and makes me wait until I’m panting with need.
“Please, Kade,” I moan. “I need you to fuck me.”
I struggle beneath him, and his grip on my throat tightens. “You’re mine, Zara. I’m going to fuck you hard and mark you as mine.”
He thrusts into me suddenly, sending a wave of intense pleasure and pain coursing through my body.
I cry out, my heart racing as he fills me completely.
My pussy clenches around him, desperate for more.
Kade’s cock throbs and twitches inside me, his power and control overwhelming me as he moves inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” Kade mutters, his voice rough with lust as he motions for me to move my hips. I oblige, eager to feel him deep inside me as we connect in the most primal way possible.
Every thrust brings new sensations, each one taking me to the edge of ecstasy until I’m begging him to take me over the edge.
Kade laughs darkly, his eyes glinting with danger as he grips my hips and pounds into me again and again.
He starts to fuck me harder, his pace unrelenting as his hands claw at my back, leaving deep marks on the tender skin that bear witness to his dominance.
“You belong to me, kitten,” he says again as his nails pierce the skin around my neck.
I cry out, my body arching towards him and his cock fills me completely as the sensations overwhelm my senses.
I’m hot and cold, alive and somehow dead, active and passive, lost in Kade’s darkness.
His eyes darken as he watches me beneath him, his name on my lips as I surrender to him completely.
Every thrust marks me as his and the acceptance of his dominance fills me with pleasure and pain, pushing me closer to the edge I so desperately crave.
I moan his name and Kade slams into me with a force that makes me catch my breath. “Louder, slut,” he rasps, still holding my throat. “My brothers won’t hear you otherwise.”
He rams into me even harder and I scream his name as I explode in a wave of pleasure. Kade moves freely as my orgasm breaks over me and his moans fill the air as he continues to move inside me, refusing to stop until he’s got his release.
I scream his name again and again, my body shaking with the intensity of my climax as Kade continues to dominate me.
His rhythm is relentless, his grip on my hips unyielding as he takes me.
I feel him tense and then he thrusts into me one final time, the waves of pleasure crashing over us both as our orgasms come down together.
“Kade,” I whimper, still trembling, as I gasp for air.
His fingers release my neck and I inhale sharply as his eyes lock on mine, fixing me in place. They’re all I see, all I know in this moment. His gaze stops me from sinking into the warm haze threatening to consume me, but it doesn’t stop the heat.
A searing fire spreads beneath my skin, where his touch lingers and it radiates outward, relentless and all-consuming.
It’s as though the bond between us has ignited, and molten threads weaving through my veins that brand me from the inside out.
The burn isn’t painful but it’s too much, too fierce, and I gasp, clawing for breath, for control.
Every inch of me feels fevered, like I’ve been set ablaze and yet somehow crave more.
My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths as the flush consumes me, pooling low in my belly and stealing the strength from my limbs.
The room spins, or maybe it’s just me, untethered and undone beneath his unyielding gaze.
“You belong to me,” Kade murmurs, his voice harsh and unshakable, like a vow etched into stone. “I own you, Zara. You’re never leaving me.”
I want to fight the words, to scratch them away, but I can’t. Exhaustion pulls at me, dragging me into a heavy, heated sleep before I can protest, his voice echoing in my mind as everything goes dark.