Chapter 52
BLAIZE
Icould still taste her. The soft whimpers and cries of pleasure falling from her lips fueled me to go rougher, seeing how far she’d let me go and what she’d let me do to that sinful body of hers. She was obedient, but she had a hint of brat in her.
She liked punishment. She liked the pain. She could be everything I needed in a submissive. I could train her, break her, and test her limits until she realized how much of a little whore she could be for me.
I shook the idea from my head, walking into my bathroom and stripping out of my clothes. Kadence was a distraction, and with everything going on right now, I couldn’t afford to add her to the mix.
Steam filled the bathroom as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I’d never been one to be self-conscious about my body until the moment Elijah tried to kill me.
I’d been on the opposite side of the blade, gutting and ending pathetic lives like it was my favorite hobby.
And then I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end, to bleed out slowly, waiting for the hand of death to take me out.
Stupid motherfucker should’ve slit my throat or put a bullet between my eyes instead.
My fingers trailed up the thick, pink scar that started inside my thigh and went up my hip before ending just under my left tit.
My body was marred with cuts, burns, and bullet wounds from my life’s work, but nothing could compare to the emotional damage that bastard caused me when he took my family, leaving a hollow shell of a person behind.
But with Kadence, my heart felt alive for the first time since I buried Olivia and Charlee.
I hated it, but a part of me missed it.
These emotions soaring through my body felt foreign.
She made me feel like I was going crazy with the constant burn she ignited on my flesh.
I rested my arms against the shower wall, letting the water burn into my flesh, hoping it would soothe this fire inside me, but nothing worked.
I wanted her, my body wanted her, but my brain knew it would be the worst mistake of my life.
I already fucked her, and it was perfect. There was so much more I wanted to do to her. I wanted her ass red, her back bruised, and tears streaming down her face as she begged and begged. My fists clenched as I felt a need in my core.
Fuck. I haven’t done this in ages. I ran my finger down my torso until my fingers were between my legs.
My fingers ran up my slit, circling my clit.
Electricity flew through me, and I let out a frustrated growl as I worked my neglected clit.
I saw the look in Kadence’s big beautiful eyes when she asked about touching me.
I got off on my sub's satisfaction, but I was a woman who loved being touched. If I had let her touch me, wrap her pretty little lips around my needy clit, I would have been done for. I would have fallen into her web. She would have added fuel to this raging fire, and I won’t be able to let her go.
My core tightened as pleasure rolled through me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent me from crying out until I tasted copper.
Goddamnit, she really had me all kinds of twisted.
I pulled my fingers away, letting the now lukewarm water drown my arousal, drowning it from my memory.
My fingers brushed through my wet hair as I looked up to the heavens.
I knew Olivia was up there wondering what the fuck I was doing because she would want me to be happy, but I didn’t know what happiness felt like being here alone.
I hit the wall with my balled fist, feeling my knuckles tingle from the force. A sigh fell from my lips as I shut off the water and stepped out into a cloud of steam. I wrapped my hair in a towel and dried my red skin before walking into my bedroom, naked.
I grumbled when I saw Hunter laying across my bed, her boot-clad feet kicking back and forth in the air like a child. Her eyes lingered on my wet tits before going down to my pussy and licking her lips.
“Why the hell are you in here?”
“It’s been a week. I want to know how it was.”
I scrunched the towel in my hair, ignoring her gaze. “Why are you so concerned with my sex life?”
She’d be the first person I’d tell, but she’d boast and tell me she was right. I didn’t need that right now. “So it was that good, huh?”
I rolled my eyes. “She was a perfect little submissive. I fucked her until her pussy was raw and used. She screamed my name. It was good, and will not be happening again.”
“Blaize, you literally haven’t done anything like that in years. Even when you fucked Kala. You basically beat the sit out of her with a flogger before making her come a couple times. This was different.”
“No. It’s not,” I forced out.
“I know you. You just need to suck it up and admit that you have feelings for Kadence. It’s okay to find love again after a loss.”
“Enough,” I snapped. “What happened between us was a one-time thing. It will never happen again. I got what I needed, and so did she.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kadence was making my head go haywire. I shouldn’t have caved, but there was no going back now. “Did you find anything on her?”
“There’s no record of a Kadence Hayes in Manhattan.
I’ll check reports to see if I can make any connections, but we’re dealing with a ghost,” she informed me as she slowly walked towards the door.
“Normally, when dealing with ghosts, the person wants to stay that way. Kadence is a sweet kid. Don’t do something you’ll regret. ”
She walked out of my room, leaving me dumbfounded. Since when did she grow a conscience? I let out a long sigh, rubbing my temples. It seemed Kadence had everyone in my town in a chokehold, and I didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of her.
My phone chimed, echoing through the silence of the room. His text was simple, but I knew with the bullshit going on, something happened. I grabbed my knife, adjusting it in my ankle holster and running out of my club to my Harley. What the fuck did this psycho do now?