Chapter 5 Kade #2
“I hate—” She snarls, and I take the opportunity to force my cock into her mouth, cutting off her words. Pleasure rips through me as I shove inside, her teeth scraping against the sides of my cock. Fuck me. Nothing feels as good as her warm, wet mouth.
Holding her head in place, I pull out a little and thrust forward, almost hitting the back of her throat. I nearly come right then and there. She immediately gags, and the sound is music to my fucking ears.
“I love the little sounds you make when your mouth is stuffed full of my cock.” I pull back, and she swirls her tongue around the tip, letting me know she’s more turned on than afraid.
God, why does she have to be so stubborn?
Before I get too carried away, I remind myself why my cock is in her mouth in the first place.
I wasn’t lying. I do need some leverage.
I drag my phone out of my pocket and snap a few photos of her with my cock deep in her throat.
The perfect type of blackmail and absolutely necessary.
I admire the photo for half a second, then shove the device back into my pocket.
Guilt surges through me for a heartbeat.
She’ll kill me if she finds out I took those.
She’ll only find out if she doesn’t keep her mouth shut. It’s for her own protection.
I tighten my grip on her hair and thrust forward again, this time deeper, faster.
I need her mouth to take the guilt away.
She gags again, but this time tears slide down her cheeks, wetting the fabric of the bandanna.
I want to see those tears. See her eyes when I sink to the back of her throat.
I rip the bandanna off with my next thrust, and my eyes meet hers.
There’s a feral look in there, mixed with desire.
She looks like she wants to both kill me and fuck me while she does it, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” I groan. “You’re taking me so good. So fucking good.” My words make the feral look in her eyes a little less sharp, and she whimpers, the sound nothing more than a muffle around my cock.
I know she’s wet, and the insides of her thighs are probably soaked. If I were a better man, maybe I’d let her get off, but that’s not what tonight is about. I’m teaching her a lesson.
“You love this, don’t you? Love me using your throat, fucking it hard and fast.” Her doe eyes soften a little bit more. “It gets your pussy nice and wet, doesn’t it?”
Another whimper escapes her, and I notice she’s rubbing her thighs together, seeking out any type of friction to relieve the ache.
“You want me to eat your pussy? Want me to clean up my mess when I’m all done?”
Her eyes light up, and my heartbeat triples in speed. I’m consumed with need and at the mercy of this villainous woman. Yeah, she might be the one on her knees, but she holds all the power. And seeing her like this, there’s no way to hide how it affects me.
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. I’m close.
“Going to come down your throat,” I snarl. “I want you to swallow every fucking drop. Got me?” She makes a grumbled noise, and I take that as my answer. “Fuck, I love it when you do what you’re fucking told.”
Her gaze hardens, and I merely smirk when I feel her teeth scrape against my cock. Fuck, that feels so good. I slam into the very back of her throat, and her gag echoes off the walls.
I explode at the sound and hold myself there, filling her throat with my cum.
“Swallow,” I demand, and she does. I watch the tiny column of her neck working as she tries to swallow it all at once.
Once she’s finished, I ease my cock out of her mouth, and a few stray drops of cum cling to her plump bottom lip.
I collect the liquid on my thumb and press it back inside her mouth. “Every drop,” I whisper.
Allie wrinkles her nose but doesn’t disobey. Once I’m satisfied, I pull my thumb out of her mouth and put myself away.
“You break your promise, and I’ll return to this room. Next time, I won’t be so kind.” I snatch her white lace panties off the floor and stuff them into my pocket.
“I already told you I wouldn’t.” Her voice is softer now.
“We’ll see,” I hum.
“I fucking get it, Kade. You have all the power and control, and if I step out of line, you will do whatever you can to destroy me. Enough already. Can you please untie me?” Her voice holds her usual defiant edge, but something else is mixed in, something that sounds a lot like defeat, and I don’t fucking like it. Not that I should give a shit.
She certainly didn’t care when she smashed my fucking heart into a million pieces. With a sigh, I help her to her feet and ease her onto the bed face-first so I can undo the knot. Once she’s untied, I take a couple of steps back and wait for her to attack.
“You proved your fucking point. Now leave,” she orders, then climbs back into her bed, sitting in a normal position.
The fuck? Who does she think she is?
“I don’t take orders from you, and I wouldn’t be here had you listened to me in the first place, but like always, you’re too stubborn for your own damn good.”
All I can do is hope like hell she sticks to her word.
Because next time, she might learn exactly how far Roman is willing to go to silence those who threaten his family.
I can’t bring myself to think of that any more than I can think about the enormous diamond ring on her finger the other day.
The sight of it made my gut churn while my blood turned to acid, eating me up inside.
“All I wanted to know was if she was okay. That’s it.” Her voice cracks with emotion, and I need to get the fuck out of here before she starts to cry. Not that I think she would let me see her so vulnerable.
“I don’t care what you want. Keep your mouth shut, and nothing more will happen.”
She glares daggers at me but doesn’t say a word. I grab my gun and wrap up my rope, then leave the same way I came, disappearing into the darkness. Even as I walk away from her, I know this won’t be my last interaction with Allie.
I’ll return to this house, to her fucking room. All for another hit. She’s a deadly temptation wrapped in sweet-scented silk. An addiction that will no doubt kill me in the end. And I am hopelessly hooked on her fear. Her dread. Having her life in my hands.
This won’t be the last time I claim her body, her mind, or her fear.
Not even close.