CHAPTER 32 FIZ #2
“You can take as much as you want from me, Elodie, any time you see the opportunity, you take it. Because I promise you,” Caden hisses, “I will take so much more every fucking time.”
“Take what you want, Caden,” she spits, “because I will never give it to you willingly.”
“Fine by me.” Caden’s face is a contortion of pain and focus.
Determination and torture. He’s hurting himself to prove this point.
If I were a better man, I’d tell him to stop.
She’s not worth it. But the truth is, this internal battle she’s fighting, swearing to herself that this is so wrong but feels so right, is picturesque.
“That’s it, princess, soak my fucking hand. You can try telling me you don’t love it, but your body will always betray you.” Caden works her pussy fast, and I break my gaze on her face to look down.
Her legs have stopped squeezing around his hand, they’re still clamped, but his hand is no longer squashed, leaving him just enough room to do exactly what he wants with her. What she so obviously wants him to do.
My excitement builds, my cock straining against my tracksuit bottoms. Elodie’s breaths come short and sharp, her head tilting back as she desperately tries to control herself.
“Did you like riding him, Sleeping Beauty?” I mutter, voice low and full of lust. “Did you come hard on his cock?”
She makes a strained sound in her throat, making my dick twitch.
“I bet you did. I bet you were imagining him fucking you, weren’t you?” I lower to her ear, my lips brushing against it. “I bet you were picturing him filling your little pussy up with his cock.”
A small moan escapes her. I can’t hold back any longer.
I drop the gun, still holding her hands above her head and with my free hand, go down to her chest. She hasn’t got a bra on, so it’s easy access for me to rip her shirt up and palm her tit.
She gasps and her eyes shoot to me as I pinch her nipple, twisting it harder than necessary, and she squeals.
Her body’s writhing beneath us.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” I whisper, watching her eyebrows slant.
“Because she’s a dirty little slut,” Cade spits, punching his hand into her pussy with brutal force. “She’s no princess. She gets off just like we do. Through fucked-up, unhinged filth.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, but it falls flat, her voice weak and trembling.
I twist the other nipple and her back arches off the counter.
The rhythm of her breathing changes then, her chest rising and falling in deeper, staggered pants. I can’t stop myself. I reach down and take her free tit into my mouth. I almost melt at the moan that escapes her as I suck hard on her nipple. Then I do what I do best. I bite.
She yelps. I twist and suck on her nipple, my dick a raging hard block of stone in my trousers. She whimpers and her panting quickens even more. I release her and straighten up.
“She’s close,” I say.
“Good,” Cade spits.
We continue for about five more seconds, and because the two of us are the same person, with the same menacing mind, we pull away from her at exactly the same time. Just before she shatters.
We both step away from her writhing, heaving body.
Caden eases himself down off the counter, and I tuck my gun back into my trousers.
Elodie’s hands fly up to her face to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but we still see them.
“I fucking hate you both.” She sits up, face red, cheeks wet, fury in her eyes. She scrambles off the counter and grabs her coffee.
Caden grabs her wrist just before she walks away.
“Just remember, princess, you can take something from me and I won’t lose an ounce of sleep.
I don’t give a fuck. Remember this feeling the next time you want to steal something from me.
How much shame and regret and humiliation is coursing through your veins right now.
We don’t get embarrassed, but you? It’s eating you up right now.
Knowing you were about to come all over my hand, even though you claim to hate me.
I own your fucking body, Elodie, and I will prove it to you over and over until you learn that. ”
She slaps him round the face. His head whips to the side, but he doesn’t react. He lets her go. My fingers twitch towards my gun, but my part in this is done. Unless Cade says otherwise. This is between a man and his fiancé.
She goes to storm off, and Cade calls her one last time. “Oh, by the way.” She halts by the door but doesn’t turn around. “Thank you for saving my life. We’re going to have a long, healthy, fun life together, princess.”
She pulls her shoulders back, a coldness settling over her features. She turns back into the kitchen, goes to the cupboard and snatches a packet of biscuits, throwing back a vicious middle finger before storming out the room.
I chuckle a breathless laugh. “Dude, you’re killing me here.”
Caden shrugs, coming back to slump on the stool. “She needs to learn.”
“Yeah, fair play, but my dick needs to be in something wet and warm before it explodes. You can’t be finger-fucking a bitch like that in front of me.”
He lifts his hand and inspects his fingers. “She got so wet, too.”
I know what he’s about to do, so I lunge across the table and grab his wrist.
“Fiz! You fucking weirdo!”
I can’t respond around his fingers in my mouth. God, she tastes so good.
He yanks his hand away and I’m left licking my lips, chasing the vestiges of her tangy pussy.
“These next four days are going to be fucking hell,” he says, laughing lightly as I wipe my chin.
“We just need to focus on getting you healed enough to smash The Hunt.”
He waves it off. “I’ll still catch her in this state. It’s nothing.”
Of course, he will, but he’s vulnerable now. The thought unnerves me.
He takes another gulp of the shake and grimaces again before fixing me with a hard glare. “Got a bit carried away there, didn’t you?”
I grin. “I can’t help it. She does things to me. Makes me feral.”
“Pfft, don’t I fucking know it. When I win this bet and keep her for real, I don’t know how I’ll stay sane.”
I take a deep breath in. I admire him, and he really is the strongest person I know, but I can’t help that little slither of doubt creeping around in my mind.
What if he actually does lose, he wouldn’t let her go, and then that would just make her behaviour ten times worse, leading to our lives being fucking miserable.
We can punish her as much as needed, but really, I think all three of us deep down just want her to comply.
Imagine having Elodie Valor as a willing wife to Caden Blackwood, and a willing fuck for his henchmen?
With her brains and grit and strength, she’d be the best addition to our fucked-up little family.
Me and Alfie see it, but Caden doesn’t. Or he refuses to. We’d be a powerful force.
I’d never admit it to him, but if he gave her a real chance and let her settle in here, she might actually want to stay.
I see the way she is with Alfie, all submissive and obedient.
If she could be like that with all of us…
The possibilities are endless. We could even worm our way out from under the masked man’s thumb. Pave our own way.
But it’ll never happen. Caden will never admit he likes her, and Elodie will never yield. So, the only thing we can do is hope Cade wins the bet, trap her here forever, and just take each torturous day as it comes.
My thoughts are broken with the front door bursting open.
Russell rushes in, eyes wild with fury. He spots us at the kitchen island and stops short upon seeing his son.
Bob and Bruiser appear and saunter over to him, but Sarge comes back in and goes straight over to Caden.
“I just heard that the mission was a failure last night,” Russell starts, smoothing out his blazer. “I was about to give you a bollocking, but by the pale and wan appearance of you, I’m guessing something went wrong.”
He comes over to us, inspects his son, notices the arm clutched around his stomach.
“It did go wrong,” I say, “we didn’t manage to get the gold.”
“No, that’s what I heard,” Russell says, not bothering to acknowledge me once. “So, what happened?”
“It was a fluke,” Caden says casually, “guy got lucky.”
“You got stabbed?” Russell tips his chin towards his son’s stomach.
“Yes. Nothing major.”
“Nothing major, but you still weren’t able to complete the mission?”
A spike of protective anger shoots up my spine. “I prioritised your son’s life. Or was that the wrong call?”
“It shouldn’t have been a call necessary to make,” he says, voice clipped. “How did you let this happen?”
Caden’s the most efficient, untouchable employee in all the Blackwood business, not just the family. It was a shock when it happened, almost like his head wasn’t fully in the game, like Alfie said last night. I remain silent.
“We were outnumbered,” Caden says.
“Not unusual.” Russell lifts his chin.
“It is when we’re told there wasn’t supposed to be that many.”
“Adapting has never been a weak point for you.”
Caden sighs, his shoulders sagging.
I step in. “It was my fault. I acted recklessly. Caden saved my ass yesterday. I take full responsibility for his injury.”
Finally, Russell looks at me. “It doesn’t surprise me that your incompetence once again got my son into trouble. Still, no matter how many times he’s had to save your ass, he has never let a man get close enough to do this.” He redirects his glare back onto his son. “Why did you let this happen?”
No concern for his wellbeing, no worry etched into those dark eyes. He doesn’t care about his son’s life, he cares about his partner’s gold. Classic Russell.
“It was a mistake,” Caden says in a strained voice, as if it’s becoming an effort to speak. “I know I don’t make mistakes, but I did. We’ll go back and get the gold.”
“No need,” Russell says, “I’ve texted Alfie. He’ll fix what you broke. He’ll risk his life to finish what you couldn’t.” He scratches the side of his head. “Do I need to be worried that more mistakes will be made?”
“No, sir,” Caden says, tightly.
Russell licks his teeth, then nods once. “Good. I know you’ve had a massive change recently, getting engaged to a stranger, bringing her into your home, but I’d hate to learn she was the cause of this incompetence.”
“She’s not,” Caden says, if not a little too quickly.
“She’s the only difference in your life as of late. You cut off one of my employees’ hands, now you get sloppy on a mission. I don’t see these as coincidences, Caden. Fix up. I shall not accept any more mistakes.”
Caden gives his dad a stiff nod. “Understood.”
“Good.” Russell sighs heavily. “Rest up now. I won’t give you any work for the next few days. Just heal and recover. And sort your fucking self out.”
“Yes, sir.”
Russell steps away, then points a steady finger at me. “And you,” he snarls, “you’ve been on a good streak recently, do not fuck it up now.”
I give him a salute that’s one hundred percent sarcastic. “Aye, aye, sir.”
Russell just groans and rolls his eyes, leaving the house again.
Caden looses a breath so long it’s like he’d held it through that entire encounter. “Fucking hell.”
I nod. “Fucking hell, indeed. At least you got a few days off, though.”
He groans. “I’d rather have the distraction. I’d rather not be stuck in this house with that woman.”
I chuckle, give him a gentle slap on the back. “Just focus on sleep and rest. Don’t worry about that woman.”
“I’m always worried about that woman.”
Yeah, I gathered that, I think, and maybe that’s something for me to be concerned about. Maybe she was the reason Caden’s head’s not in it. Maybe I need to watch him – and her – a little closer now.