Chapter 18
C H A P T E R1 8
Dirty Little Princess
Ella
The Past - 3 months ago
T he pulsing energy rocking between us all night long came to a pinnacle as we arrived at our next destination. Cade parked his motorcycle in an empty, secluded alleyway just adjacent to the building where the glow-in-the-dark rave was being held.
The summer air was muggy, causing a bead of sweat to trail down my neck. My entire body felt like a live-crackling wire from the minute I saw my boyfriend waiting for me in my driveway, looking every bit like the beautiful dark prince of my fairy tale.
The second my feet hit the ground, Cade drew off my helmet after his, and grabbed the nape of my neck in a tight squeeze that had my breath whooshing out of my lungs in anticipation.
I never had to wait long.
His mouth crushed mine with a desperation that caused my core to throb. I responded back with equal fervour, my arms squaring around his shoulders. He hoisted me into his strong embrace and spun us around, depositing me sideways onto the seat of his motorcycle.
Sweltering desire flowed through my veins like ambrosia, my thirst for him increasing with every frantic kiss, every deep groan, and every desperate swipe of his hands on my skin.
I threw my head back on a moan as he planted hungry, open-mouthed pecks over my jaw and down my neck, stopping to lick the bead of sweat resting in the hollow of my throat. Before biting my skin in a brandishing manner.
The animalistic gesture made my pussy clench.
“C-Cade.” I delved my fingers into his hair and tugged his head back to stare into his eyes. The blue was darker than ever, drenched with lust. “Anyone could walk by and see us.”
A roguish smirk curled his lips. “But that’s what excites you, pretty girl,” he drawled shamelessly, his palms dragging my miniskirt higher until it bunched at my waist. “The rush of sneaking around…and almost getting caught.”
Oh, God. Yes. It did.
My heart pumped in rhythm with the faint echo of the party’s thumping bass as Cade drank in my shaky exhale with his inhale. “And you get fucking hot knowing that I’ll shoot any motherfucker who has the audacity to gaze at your naked, sexy body, hm?” His fingers latched onto the ends of my hair and wrapped them around his fist. Thrice. He tugged at my scalp while his other hand came to cradle my jaw in a possessive hold. “It turns you on knowing I’m so goddamn crazy that I’d kill for you. Go as far as to fuck you in their blood if I feel like it.” He bit my bottom lip until I mewled. “Admit it, Ella.”
“ Yes .” My fingers scored down his leather jacket, ripping it open hurriedly. I felt needy in a way I never had before. The aftermath of my bloodthirst being fed? I was ravenous all over again. But now for him . “I love that you’re unhinged.”
Satisfied with my admission, he dropped to his knees like a man in worship.
My breath hitched as I watched him lean forward to press kisses from my ankles all the way up to my thighs, his hands mapping along the surface of my hypersensitive skin. The silver of his rings glinted in the night like a beacon and glee racketed through my system at seeing the promise ring—the one I gifted him last year for his eighteenth birthday—sitting proudly at the base of his knuckle.
Cade’s being was stitched with my essence. My name on his jacket. My initials on his cuffs. My art on his Zippo. My ring on his finger.
I loved that the whole world knew he belonged to me.
“Spread your thighs, sweetheart.” He threw my legs over his brawny shoulders and used his teeth to tuck my thong to the side with a bad boy smirk. “I want to lick your pussy until you’re dripping like a nasty slut before fucking you hard enough to have the whole city know you belong to your princepin.”
I was going to come with just his words at this rate.
Doing as he ordered, I choked on a moan when his tongue flicked out and licked my slit in one demanding stroke, opening my pussy for his ministrations. I was already wet with arousal, my clit swollen and begging for his attention. “ Cade .”
His fingers dug into my thighs and he peered up at me with a heated look. “Keep saying my name in that sultry voice and I’ll give you anything you want, Ella.”
Unintelligible sounds fell through my lips as he started eating my cunt like I was his last meal. One he planned to enjoy until the last lick.
My fingers knotted in his hair like reins, holding him to me, as I pushed my hips against his face for more , more , more . He was driving me wild with the way he parted my flesh with his tongue, searched my slit for my wetness, circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before battering it with quick flicks that had me whimpering, tears gathering in my eyes.
When he latched onto my clit and sucked, my body twisted on the seat and my pleading grew louder. “Please, please, please, Cade!”
He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating against me. “You think you deserve the honour of coming all over my face, rich girl?”
“Yes.” I cried out when he took away the suctioning of his lips. I was going to lose my sanity. “Please, I’ve been s-so good.”
“Liar.” He spat on my pussy and spanked it in two consecutive swats that resounded in the atmosphere. I squirmed, whining. “You’re nothing short of a heathen.” He pinched my clit with a cocky smile. “But that’s what I love most about you, baby.”
He thrust his tongue into my opening and started fucking my pussy with the dirtiest, sloppiest noises that rivaled every single X-rated video I ever watched. My boyfriend was my personal porn star, bringing me straight to the edge.
“Mm, it tastes so good, Ellie,” Cade murmured mischievously, enjoying the way I unravelled for him. “Like heaven…and the sweetest sin.”
No thoughts existed in my mind anymore. I was lost to the sensation of one finger, two fingers, three fingers moving in and out of my pussy while he showered my clit with all the attention. A constellation of stars formed behind my closed lids as I shook with the oncoming orgasm.
The nonsensical little ohs and uhs spilling past my lips spurred on Cade. He became even more determined in his quest to make me climax for the second time tonight.
“Good girl. That’s my good fucking girl. You’re right there, aren’t you?” His depraved voice, his thrusting fingers, his lips around my clit. All of it did it for me. “Now come for me. Come all over my tongue so I can have your taste in my mouth when I fuck you on my ride like a dirty little princess, Ella.”
The praise and degradation were the cherry on top of the cake.
My heels dug into his back and my body arched on a half scream, half sob as my orgasm rushed out of me. Cade went feral, lapping at my pussy with coarse, insatiable groans, swiping to collect every remnant of my flavour.
Reeling from that climax, I panted and watched him rise to his full six-foot-two height.
My cum glistened all over his chiseled jaw and lips. Keeping his intense gaze on me, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, silently letting me know this was far from over.
Good Lord. He’s so sexy, so rugged, so mine.
“You made a mess, baby.” Cade tutted, swirling his fingers over the seat. He brought them to my mouth for a taste and I obliged. “I should make you lick every drop clean.”
Who knew the tender-hearted, almost shy, reserved boy I met three years ago would turn into this naughty and sexually deviant man over the course of our relationship? He was the most unexpected surprise in my life.
And I loved that he let his demons come out at night to play with mine.
“Fuck me instead, querido . I’m tired of waiting. You made me a promise.”
“Impatient little brat.” Cade crudely smashed his lips to mine before spitting in my mouth.
“Mm.” I moaned. “But you love it.”
Our mouths met in an erotic dance fueled by frenzied lust. He ripped off my thong and I worked on his belt buckle. I dragged off his shirt and leather jacket, then he helped me out of mine before hooking our clothing items on the handlebars of his motorcycle.
We never broke the kiss as our hands chased over each other’s skins like the world was ending and every second needed to be savoured till the last breath.
“My God, Ella, there’s no one like you,” Cade mumbled as I laid kisses down his neck, my fingernails grazing over his muscular pecs, his taut abs, and his hip bone, where the X tattoo for my middle name rested. Right before I dived under his pants and briefs to grasp his weighty erection. “You’re so—ah, fuckkkkk .”
I grinned brazenly and swept my fist from root to tip, my thumb swiping over the pearly bead on his plump head. He was so long, so thick, so hard. I was salivating. “I don’t think I heard you, Cade.”
He groaned while I jerked him off, head tilted skywards and eyes screwed shut, fighting not to come too soon. I loved that look on his face.
I squeezed his length. “Tell me, Cade.”
“You’re so beautiful, Ella.” He framed my face with shaky hands. “So goddamn beautiful.”
Despite the darkness of the night, the moonlight and a faraway lamppost provided just enough illumination for us to see one another.
I kissed the left side of his chest, feeling his heartbeat flutter under my lips. The myriad of tattoos and scars on his canvas only magnified his beauty. He was a masterpiece, regardless of what he thought. I would always be there every step of the way to remind him. “I can say the same thing about you. To me, you’re the most beautiful man in existence, mi corazón .”
My boyfriend loved to praise me—outside and inside of the bedroom. Yet whenever I praised him back, his features softened in surprise like it was the first time he was hearing sweet words. It was extremely endearing.
He was so precious to me.
Instead of answering, he showed me how he felt with a soul-baring kiss. It was fused with all the unsaid sentiments churning inside of him.
While we made out, Cade rolled protection onto his dick and slowly guided himself between my thighs.
“You know I love you, right?” His words were casual, but the guttural state of his voice betrayed him.
“Yes.” I gasped when he massaged his tip through my wet folds, teasing me for what was to come. The kind of rough lovemaking that set our bodies on fire.
“Keep that in mind.” He seized my throat with one hand and nudged his cock into my entrance, slipping just the tip. “’Cause I’m going to fuck you like I hate you, baby.”
He slammed all eight inches into my pussy in one unforgiving thrust.
I screamed at the intrusion, so brutal, so hard, so perfect. My arms went around his neck and my legs tightened around his waist. “Oh, God.”
Cade tsked, pulling out all the way. “Told you he’s not the one putting in the work.” Squeezing my throat until I couldn’t breathe, he snarled, “Say my fucking name, Ella.”
“ Cade .” My teeth coasted over his Adam’s apple to take a bite. “Take me. Fuck me. Own me.”
He started pounding into my body like I was his personal fuckdoll while I whimpered in pleasure and pain, clawing at his shoulders for purchase.
My cries, my pleas, and my submission fueled him.
Everything was for my dark prince’s dirty enjoyment.
The way he shoved aside my bralette to lick my nipples and tug on the hardened tips. The way he grasped my ass and bounced me onto his cock with a bruising quality that would leave my pussy so deliciously used and sore. The way he kissed my mouth like a famished god devouring his sacrifice.
I relished his cruel treatment with wondrous abandonment.
There was something utterly erotic in watching the obscene sight of his glistening cock thrusting in and out of my pussy with our foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling. The air was suffused with the smell of our desires and the sound of our sexes slapping against one another as we ascended into crescendo.
“Fuck, I love watching this little cunt stretch so wide around my cock.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “It hurts in the best way, doesn’t it, mo chuisle ?”
I barely nodded, squealing when he threw one leg over his shoulder and jackhammered deep, the angle causing him to rub against my clit and G-spot simultaneously.
“And you take it so well.” Thrust . “Every inch.” Thrust . “Like your pussy was designed just for me.”
Tears leaked out of my eyes. It was too much. It was not enough. My heart raced and my mind spun with the onslaught of feelings he invoked. “Harder, Cade. Fuck me till I can’t breathe.”
He licked the tears on my cheeks with a hum. “Look at you.” His voice purred at my ear, soft and soothing, yet whispering the filthiest things. “You may have everybody fooled with your good girl act, but I know the truth. You’re a bad girl, baby. One who comes alive when being fucked like a dirty slut. My dirty slut.”
I moaned brokenly, taunting him. “A-Am I?”
“No one else’s but mine , Ella. Don’t you dare forget it.” He kissed me with possessive fury while fucking me like he wanted to ruin me forever. I was already falling apart at the seams. “Or I’ll fucking collar you, chain you, and paint your body with my cum until you get it through your thick skull that you belong to me.”
His dominant threats coated my insides like warm honey. “Promise?”
“I never break one, pretty girl.”
The next dozen thrusts had my eyes rolling back into my head. My nails scratched his back and drew blood. Cade fucked me harder in retaliation, grunting like a beast. He adored a dose of pain with his pleasure too.
Adrenaline and ecstasy swirled in the space between our colliding bodies.
I didn’t care that we were loud and out in public, where anyone could walk by and see us. Cade would simply shoot them like a true mob prince and continue screwing me.
I was begging for more, wishing he’d continue to take from me until I was depleted and resting in his arms like a puppet with its strings cut, my light fully consumed by his enticing darkness.
“Goddamn, you’re so gone for me, pretty girl.” Cade slapped my tits and twisted my nipples, without easing his merciless pace. “Your pussy’s strangling my cock like it never wants to let me go. Like you’ll die without my touch.”
The sick voice in my mind chanted that I would die without him.
Unable to vocalize it, my hips met his every vicious thrust and I goaded instead, “Y-You’re imagining it.”
“Oh.” Thrust . “Am I?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“You’ve officially lost the privilege of coming until I say so,” he rasped. “Since you know, I’m ‘imagining it.’”
He was going to kill me. Or edge me all night long. Both horrible options. “You’re being an asshole.”
“And yet your pussy is making a sloppy mess all over my cock, baby.” He slowed down, but his upstrokes remained deep and punishing, hitting every spot that turned me into a passion-fueled madwoman. “If you don’t lose that spoiled attitude, I’m going to bend you over my ride and spank your ass until it’s red. I won’t stop even if your voice is raw from yelling my name.”
“I fucking dare you.”
A dark smile spread over his lips. He dropped my leg from his shoulder and spun my body around with agile hands, never pulling out of me so we both felt every bit of that . I gasped at the sensation and Cade grated, “Challenge accepted.”
The first slap hit my ass cheek with a jarring sound that echoed in the empty alleyway. I cried out, fingers digging into the seat as I lay bent over his motorcycle, skirt twisted at my waist, bralette undone, pussy dripping wet. The second slap arrived before I had time to recover.
Blistering heat burst over my skin. I loved it. “ More , Cade.”
Three consecutive slaps were my reward.
And then another three on my clit.
Fuck, yes.
“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.” Fingers twisting in the hair at my crown, he jerked my head back and pulled out achingly slow before thrusting back with enough force to make my teeth chatter. “Then again, you love trouble.”
That I did.
Now that I was ass up, face down, he resumed his dirty pace. Going even deeper in this position. Stroking every spot. Driving me to a new precipice with the promise of completion looming right at the horizon.
Thoughts escaped me once more as I choked out moans and screams. I could only focus on Cade’s rough drives, his appreciative grunts as my ass bounced in his lap, and his voice like a wicked melody as he dragged hot kisses up my spine.
“Bad girls don’t get to come.”
“Mm, back that ass, baby. I love watching your sinful body work hard to cram every last inch of my cock in your horny little pussy.”
“Your punishment is far from over. I’m going to defile this cunt until it’s so sore, you think of me and the pounding I gave you every time you sit down tomorrow.”
“Goddamn, you’re begging for it like the only thing keeping you sane is my filthy fuck. And you still have the audacity to say I’m ‘imagining’ it?”
Gone was my sweet boyfriend. This was Montardor’s fixer, fucking me like I owed him a debt and he was here to collect.
“Scream for your salvation, you dirty little princess,” he growled in my ear, hitting my pussy from behind like a ruthless monster. “I’m your God tonight.”
His impious threat curling around my bones, I obeyed him. A myriad of sensations crawled through my body. All created by him. I mindlessly screamed and trembled with his name on my lips like an orison. “ Cade, Cade, Cade .”
“Yes, Ella.” Clasping a hand around my throat, he jerked me up until my back was plastered to his front. One hand molded over my tits, playing with my nipples, and another lowered to my clit, alternating between slaps and rubs, while he continued pistoning his hips and whispering to me, “ More.”
We both edged closer.
If he didn’t give me permission to come soon, I’d die.
“ Mi corazón , please.” My head resting in the crook of his neck, I combed my fingers in his dark brown strands, lavishing his jaw with gentle kisses to show him my surrender and that I could be a good girl, despite his remarks. “I’m right there.”
“Sweet and docile when you want something from me, hm?”
“N-Not true.” Only a little true.
“Come for me, Ella. Let go. I’ve got you.”
My heart beat furiously. My toes curled in my heels. My pussy tightened around him.
A couple more strokes and I finally peaked, crying out into the dead of the night. My orgasm was so powerful, it flooded out of me, shaking my very roots. Every fiber of my being vibrated like the plucked strings of a guitar.
I had transcended to another realm.
Still hard as steel, Cade pulled out of my spasming core and turned me around to face him. Before I had time to regain my bearings, he picked me up and laid my back along the motorcycle’s frame with my head resting between the handlebars, while his own body stood and straddled the vehicle, hands grasping my ass in a way where I knew I’d have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.
“I gave you what you needed,” he snarled above me, ramming back inside of my pussy. “Now it’s my turn.”
I was in my very own paradise, riding on a new high, howling in pure ecstasy. My heels dug into the passenger footpegs and my hands held on to his shoulders, meeting his pumping hips thrust for thrust. Cade’s groans melded with my moans in a lush orchestra that increased in decibels with every passing second.
My dark prince had the most sensual gleam in his blue eyes, the strands of his hair were mussed by the summer wind, and sweat rivulets cascaded down his muscular, tattooed body. I wanted to lick him and taste the salt on my tongue. And under the pull of the bright moonlight, I wanted to hear him murmur how much he adored me in that gravelly voice as our bodies made love.
“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” He sounded tortured and raptured all at once, pressing fervent kisses and love bites all over my skin. Every line in his body shook with his impending release. He looked like a beautiful wolf, fighting that place between half man and half animal, succumbing to his mate’s need. “I’d do anything for you, mo chuisle . You’re my beginning, my middle, my end.”
My heart lurched in my chest.
Cade Killian Remington had branded himself so deep inside of me, we were one heart, one soul, one being.
He straightened me so I sat upright in his lap and wrapped his arms around my body like I was a treasure to be safeguarded, finishing inside of me with a few more thrusts. We came together in a choir of salacious sounds.
“I love you,” I panted, our mouths alternating between kissing and simply breathing each other in. “So much.”
“You’re my world,” Cade confessed, kissing my eyelids…and halting at the right one. “You’re my favourite shade of brown and blue, Ella.”
He was right with this earlier statement. A part of me would die without him.
Our existences were intertwined.
There was no Ella without Cade.
There was no him without me.
With our limbs intertwined, our hearts singing in unison, and the wind curling around our bodies, cooling our unwavering fire to a lulling, sated flame, Cade mumbled against my lips, “I bought you a little something.”
I sifted my fingers through his hair, inciting a full-body shiver to course through him. I loved his reaction to my touch. “You’ve already given me so much tonight, querido .”
“Then allow me to give you one more gift.” Without letting go of me, he reached for his leather jacket, still hanging on the motorcycle’s handlebars, and pulled out something from its pocket. Between us, he brought a small velvet box. “Here. Open it.”
My throat tightened with emotions. “If it’s an engagement ring, I hope you know I’m dragging you to Vegas.”
He didn’t know it yet, but I’d taken my favourite white leather jacket and bedazzled the back with pearls, gemstones, and the words Mrs. Cade Killian Remington . I was going to wear it when we inevitably exchanged wedding vows. Although we were young, our destiny was already written in the stars. This was the man I’d marry. Someday we’d start a family and grow old together. And even after death, he would still be mine.
“In a hurry to marry me, baby?” he teased.
“What if I am? I want every woman on this planet to know you belong to me.”
“I like you possessive, pretty girl.” He dragged a finger down the column of my neck, before placing a kiss in the hollow at the base of my throat. “But I’ve got the tattoos and the promise ring on my finger to prove I’m yours. We’re a sure thing, Ella. You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”
Hearing the reassurance turned my insides to mush.
Holding my breath, my fingers gingerly open the velvet box.
A small heart-shaped blue aquamarine sat nestled in a gold chain, the gemstone winking under the moonlit night. It was of the most beautiful things—besides the man holding me in his arms—that I’d ever seen. I was at a loss for words.
“Do you like it?” Cade hedged, sensing my silence for something else entirely.
Awestruck, I murmured, “It’s stunning, Cade.”
He smiled. “I had it made for you. It reminded me of the blue in your right eye.”
“Oh.” I nearly sobbed, overcome by a multitude of feelings, all of them stitched from the love this man harboured for me. Unable to fully express myself, I kissed him instead. “Please, put it on me.”
He fastened the clasp around my neck. The gold chain and gemstone felt cold and foreign for a few seconds before my flesh warmed up to the jewelry. Becoming one with it. As though it had always belonged there.
I already possessed his heart, but now he’d gifted me the tangible depiction of it, asking me, in his own vulnerable way, to protect it forever in the depths of my soul.
“You have my heart, Ella. It’s yours.” His eyes gleamed with reverence as he swept his thumb over the pulse in my neck. “Don’t ever take it off.”
“I won’t,” I swore. “I’ll never part ways with it.”
Cade kissed me for all he was worth before we called it an end to a thrilling night.