Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
VIOLET
I flop down, fighting for breath, my body undulating with the aftermath of another orgasm.
Cade wraps the ties he used, his gaze lingering on me, the hunger in him abating.
Slowly, he kisses my breasts, sucking on each nipple, and then he makes his way up my chest, my throat.
Then he takes my mouth on a meandering burn of a kiss that unfurls slowly. So different to the biting kisses when he was teaching me a lesson for being bad.
There wasn’t a framework with that, no crime outlined, but my heart skittered like I’d been caught red-handed, and I begged, pleaded, fought him until he tied me down and took his time torturing me.
And I felt it all, like life and death were on the line.
My innocence and depravity. A game so real that every rough moment, every time he stole the orgasm from me only built me higher. Increased my addiction.
Who needs a mask of anonymity when it can be this good? This delicious? This dark?
I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.
I’m still mad at him. I think. Somewhere inside.
But Cade loves me and…and I love him.
I’ve been fighting it. Never even thought of it back when things went wrong with Jack…back when I admitted things were going wrong with Jack. And I really fell when I started seeing more of him. Even the thing with The Ghost, it all started with Cade.
They’re one and the same.
How did my conscious brain not see it?
I sigh softly as he slides under the covers, his hand slipping up between my thighs.
“Are you still hungry?” He’s a little breathless. Like me.
His bed is huge, and we only take up a small part of it. Especially, when I push into him, parting my thighs to give him access if he wishes.
Who knew you could get wildly dark with someone you knew? In the ways I like being dark.
What did he say? “Roleplay, baby girl.”
I grin as his fingers play over my wet folds. “Are you talking food or you?”
“Well, I know you can’t get enough of The Ghost…”
I hit him.
He grins. “But I meant food.”
Am I hungry? I don’t even know. After that first bout on the kitchen table, Cade ordered food and dared me to suck him off before it arrived.
I probably shouldn’t have, probably should have punished him by making him work for it, but I can’t turn down that kind of challenge.
So, I did.
And he came.
Then the food did, and it devolved into this…
I could get more than used to this hot, depraved sex with Cade.
“We did just work off the pizza we ordered.” He strokes my hair from my face, and he smiles, but then it fades a little as he searches my face. “So, am I forgiven?”
I shake my head. But I can’t keep the pleasure from showing in the form of a smile and a moan as his fingers push into me.
“Oh, no,” he whispers as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip. “Can you tell me when?”
God, a ripple of hot pleasure rolls through me, and I moan again. “In about a dozen more orgasms.”
“I think we’re at number ten or eleven for you.”
“Liar.” Though if I count all the ripples and throbs of tiny aftermaths, he might be right, the asshole.
He’s not trying to make me come right now, he’s playing, taunting me with the edge of wild, orgasmic bliss, and I think this kind of pleasure is almost as good. Almost. But I know what he can do to me.
“A dozen proper orgasms more.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Vi. But I can work with that.”
He slides his fingers out, trailing up to stroke over my clit.
It’s hot, it’s almost too much while not being enough. And it riles and soothes. All of that. All at the same time.
Cade is evil. Wonderfully so.
“Then we’ll talk,” I say.
He laughs softly. “You’re a hard woman.”
“And you love it.” I want to say more, embellish, tell him again how I feel, but the words stick because it’s too new, too wild, and it makes me vulnerable.
I should be mad, not happy. I should be mistrustful, not willing to rip myself open for him.
“I love you,” he says quietly.
“How did you know it was me that first time we texted?” I ask, instead of saying those words back.
He slips his hand up to cup one of my breasts, and my pussy mourns the loss of him. “I knew who sent The Ghost the email.”
“But…” I frown. “What—”
He looks at me. “It wasn’t hard. Did you think changing passwords would protect you? I’m a hacker, Vi. It’s my thing.”
“So…” I stop. Swallow.
“I knew what you were into. I’ve seen your profiles, read the emails.”
“Oh, god. Did you hack other forums? And me, did you hack me? You did, you had to have. No one, not even Lia or Jack, knows about any of that.”
Mortified, I try to get away from him, but he pins me down, hands either side of my head as he rolls on me.
We’re face to face, eye to eye, and this thick erection’s pushing at me.
“Yeah, I did. You’re kinky. I’m a kinky motherfucker, too. And you know what, Vi? I fucking love your filthy depravity. It’s hot. Matches mine to a fucking T. And I’m not sorry I know of all the nasty thoughts you’ve had and talked about online.”
“I should kill you.” It’s the wrong words, I know that, but he’s winding me up, and I want to hit back.
He thrusts against me, not even attempting to have sex. The bastard.
“Good. I’m gonna love going to sleep, wondering if you’ll try and butcher me in the middle of the night. I live on the edge, Vi. It’s a fucking huge turn on.”
He’s messing with me, I know that.
As I struggle against him, he lets me flip him so I’m on top.
I rub my pussy over his cock, and he groans.
He grips my waist. “Do you prefer knives? I’ll order in the ones you like.”
“No. I’ll just raid your kitchen. And if you keep giving me shit, Ghost Man, you might wake up missing a vital appendage.”
He laughs. “Bring it on.”
I reach down and stroke him, the hot silky hardness of him, and my pussy is throbbing, so I sink down on him. Slowly, riding him in a way I hope drives him crazy.
From the look on his face, it does.
“Or maybe I’ll just leave you in a state of arousal. Tie you up.”
“You can try.” He pulls my hands from his shoulders, and brings them down, holding my wrists in one hand close to my body, and he uses his other hand to grab my hip, forcing me to ride him harder, faster.
“Oh…” The streaks of pleasure flare with each forced bounce.
“Yeah, you don’t fool me. You like this too fucking much.”
“No…” But I spoil it by moaning and helping him out.
This isn’t play, this is pure fucking, and I’d never carry out that threat. Even if I was that sort of person, I wouldn’t. Because, damn, I get way too much enjoyment out of his cock to spite myself like that.
He flips us, so he’s on top, and he drags my hands above my head, drilling into me. “I should take your ass for that. I’ve got a hankering for it again. Take you wherever and whenever I want. And you’re too fucking weak to stop me. You’re mine, Vi. Mine.”
And I shatter.
I scream his name, but I don’t think he’s done.
He gets up, flips me, spreads my legs, and gets behind me.
He pushes two fingers in me and then withdraws, coating my asshole.
“You might as well work on hitting that lucky dozen,” I pant as he pushes his fingers in both holes, pleasure blooming outwards. “Then we can put my anger behind us. Start again.”
“I like your anger. It feeds me.” He slams his fingers into me, making me shudder. “I think I’ll destroy this fine ass.”
Oh, god. We’re not even on a scene. Just enjoying ourselves, and it’s just as intense as when he took me in the park. When he took me in his apartment. When…
He pulls out and gets up and clothes rustle.
I start to rise, to look.
His uses that low deadly voice that’s utterly The Ghost. “Move, and I’ll do more than destroy it. I’ll make it so you never see daylight again. You’ll be my slave. At my beck and call. My whim. You’ll star in all my fantasies. Entertain my friends.”
I shiver, that deep throb of thrilling fear, of forbidden desires rocking me.
He opens a drawer, and something snaps in the air, and then he slides a piece of leather over my back.
Thin, delicate, made for pain.
When he runs it over my face, I take a look at it. A whip.
Then he slides a hand over my throat. “I’m going to get you a collar. Chain you up. Naked.”
“Please don’t.”
He laughs, and it’s cruel and fueled by sex.
I think I come just from the sound and all the dark promises within.
“Your safe word might be the only thing to save you.”
He’s waiting to see if I’ll say it.
I don’t.
Cade might not hurt me. But The Ghost is in him, part of him, and The Ghost…he’s crazy.
“Are you going to whip me?” I manage to whisper.
He licks my spine, all the way down to the top of my ass, then he comes up to my ear. “Yes.”
“A-are you going to hurt me?”
“I might.” And then it’s pure fucking Cade. “But you’ll like it. Beg for it.”
“Please…”
“See—”
He stops as something crashes from the front of the loft. Loud. Like a door being blasted off its hinges.
Cade has the entire floor.
And didn’t he say he had an entire lock system, high tech? So—
My throat closes over as my blood beats in my ears, my heart in overdrive.
He throws my clothes at me. “Get dressed now. Hide.”
“Hide?” My voice is thin, high. There’s pounding in my ears as shouts fill the space. “Who the fuck is that? Your friend?”
“No. Enzo would never. Dress. Now. Hide.”
I pull on my clothes, shaking, and Cade’s bedside drawer is open. There’s a gun in his hand, and I go cold all over.
Hide? Where?
Two huge men storm the bedroom, and one backends Cade in the face with his gun even as a shot is fired.
Hands hold my arms.
I try to fight, but the man who has me is a giant. He’s too strong.
He lifts me from my feet and shoves a sack over my head.
I kick and scream, but they pay no attention. I might as well be a tiny gnat. “Cade! Cade!”
The one holding me slams a hand over my covered face, and they drag me out of the loft.