18. Caden
Caden
From the way she stiffened, I’d have put money on her not knowing the bouncer was here, watching her the entire time. He’d moved from his corner the moment she sat on my lap, now openly leaning against the wall opposite, watching.
I met his gaze briefly, catching the anger and the unmistakable edge of jealousy tightening his features.
Tugging on her hair, I angled her head so I could easily press my lips to her ear. “Didn’t know he was there, did you?”
“What do you think you’re doing?” she whispered, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.
Good. I wanted her unsettled. She had a habit of thinking she was the one in control. Like she could bend everything around her without consequences.
“I think he wants to fuck you,” I said, my hand in her hair tightening just hard enough for her to gasp.
“Of course not,” she said, seeming to force the words out.
“Haven’t let him have a taste?” My fingers tugged at the hem of her dress. “Maybe I should make you scream for me. Show him what he’s missing.”
I’d fucked plenty of women, but I’d never felt anything like this sharp, unwelcome pull over a woman. A woman I fully intended to destroy … and yet I pressed my fingers against the lace between her legs.
“Caden …” Aeris gasped, her hand settling over mine as if ready to stop me.
Her breath hitched, and I took quiet satisfaction in it, in the way I’d caught her off guard. I’d never touched her so openly, felt her skin beneath my fingers and pulse jump at my attention. It should’ve been enough to prove a point. But it wasn’t.
Because the more I touched her, the harder it became to stop.
I wanted to punish her for fucking me over.
For getting under my skin in a way no one else ever had.
For fucking existing.
“Is he watching?” I asked, knowing he was but wanting her to acknowledge she had an audience in her submission.
Not that it mattered. No one could see her anyway, not while she was tucked so neatly beneath the table, hidden from the world while my hand stayed buried between her thighs. I wanted to humiliate her, to break that infuriating composure until she shattered.
But I didn’t share.
Not even the woman who infuriated me.
When she tried to nod, I cut her off with a single, low command. “Good. Now spread your legs.” My voice was rough, deep, causing her nipples to pebble beneath her dress.
I wondered if she resented her body’s reaction to me as much as I enjoyed it.
“Make me,” she hissed, and I almost chuckled at the venom beneath her tone.
My hand came down sharp against her thigh, the slap loud even against the heavy bass of the club. Distracted with the pain, I hooked her legs over mine, holding her exactly where I wanted her.
My cock throbbed painfully, straining hard against the confines of my zipper like a desperate, masochistic bastard. The thick length pulsed with every heartbeat, but I ignored it completely.
This wasn’t about sex.
It wasn’t even about attraction.
This was about power.
Slipping my thumb beneath the lace, I stroked against her silky skin. “Your cunt’s awfully wet for me.”
“Bold to assume that’s for you,” Aeris said, her head held against my shoulder by my hand in her hair. “It could be for any guy.”
“Hmm.” I tugged the fabric until it tore clean from her hips. Leaving her open. Exposed.
“Caden!” she screeched, my thumb circling her small bundle of nerves. Teasing without touching. “Please …”
“Please what?” I flicked across her clit, making her jump as if she’d been electrocuted. “Stop? Why would I when you’re giving such a great show.”
She froze, like she’d already forgotten we had an audience. Across the room, her bouncer stood rigid, watching us with a glare.
“Wait,” she whispered, trying to pull free until I released her hair, only to grab her throat. “If he—”
“Did I say you could move?” My fingers squeezed in warning. “You really should have thought twice about fucking us over, Tempest.”
She definitely was a fucking storm.
Aeris swallowed hard, her frantic pulse hammering beneath my palm like a trapped bird even as her cunt pulsated around my finger when I finally slipped inside, so fucking tight I knew she’d strangle my cock.
Not that I was planning to fuck her.
“Caden,” she gasped, wriggling on my lap, and I bit back a groan at her rubbing against my erection.
Shit.
I only gave her a couple thrusts before I began to stretch her on a second. Her moans spilled out freely now, raw and unrestrained, each one feeding the dark hunger twisting inside my chest.
She was drenched, her heat radiating against my skin, coating my fingers in warm, silky slickness that dripped down to my knuckles.
So I moved my fingers faster, curling them deliberately against that sensitive spot inside her with ruthless precision.
I wanted her right there, teetering on the razor’s edge of release—trembling, desperate, and completely at my mercy.
I wanted to push her right to the brink and hold her there, dangling helplessly while I controlled every gasp, every shudder, and every frantic fucking clench. Because nothing felt better than watching her fight not to fall apart.
“Caden,” she whispered.
“You want me to stop?” I mocked, feeling her getting closer. “Is that why your pretty little cunt is fluttering around my fingers like a desperate whore?”
I flicked her clit, rewarding myself with one of her whimpered moans.
“Say it,” I growled, thrusting almost violently now. The obscene sound of her arousal surrounding me like the most carnal symphony. “Go on. Tell me to stop … Lie to me that you don’t want this.”
Her throat rumbled against my palm, catching every one of her moans, groans, and curses.
Her inner thighs trembled, her breathing ragged and uneven, and I hated it.
I hated how the slick, filthy sounds she made burrowed straight into my brain.
Addictive and vile, making my cock throb painfully.
I hated how much I loved it. How it fed that dark hunger, pulling me deeper even as disgust curled in my gut.
I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave the way she fell apart so shamelessly under my touch.
But fuck … I did.
“Caden …” She tensed, only to let out a little scream when I stopped.
It made me want to smile. “Only good girls get to come.”
“Cute to think you could actually make me come,” she shot back, the words trembling even as they tried to sound defiant.
I laughed, actually laughed. “You really shouldn’t have become a problem, Tempest.” Leaning in, I pressed my lips against the shell of her ear, voice dropping into a low, velvet growl. “Because now you’re mine.”
She let out a cry, a desperate, involuntary sound that made me smirk against her skin when I flicked her clit once. Twice.
I needed her to break, needed her to shatter completely—to submit with every trembling inch of her body—because if she did, I won.
My thumb found her swollen clit and rolled over it in slow, ruthless circles.
Her hips jerked violently, her slick walls clenching desperately around my fingers when I curled them deeper.
Within seconds, she was coming so hard her whole body seized, back trying to arch if not for my grip around her throat.
Hot, slick pulses flooded my hand, her cunt spasming greedily while she shook uncontrollably on my lap.
I kept my grip, memorising every second of her unravelling.
“That’s it,” I growled low, voice rough with victory. “Come for me like the needy little slut you are.”
Even as her orgasm tore through her, my phone began to vibrate insistently.
“Pathetic,” I continued, still slowly pumping my fingers even as she tried to wriggle free. “You fucked with the wrong man, Tempest. And now you’re going to learn exactly what happens to pretty little problems like you.”
I released her throat and met her bouncer’s furious gaze. Without a word, he turned on his heel, and I watched until he disappeared from view as Aeris slumped forward, her arms braced on the table in front of us before looking back at me over her shoulder.
My phone began to vibrate once more.
“You really should answer that,” she said, her voice still breathy and uneven, but now carrying a smug edge. “Sounds important.” There was a defiant glint in her eye, a spark of triumph that made my blood burn hotter.
The dark satisfaction of having just made her shatter on my fingers flared into something sharper, meaner. I held her gaze as I reached into my trousers, pulling out the still-vibrating phone, and pressed it to my ear.
“Yeah?”
“Caden,” my father growled down the line, tense and furious. “I’ve been arrested.”